North Bend High School - Lewain Yearbook (North Bend, WA)

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sr it sfQL.-pip. .iqpsi LEWAIN 1926 Class Poem 'Tis been a full year-this last one- With party, operetta, and play, Our Annual is cleverly finished, 'Tis quite a book for its day, Our pennant has caused quite a rumpus. Wh-o hung it, and rescued it? WE. 'Twas buried so deep in the front yard, Even a monument erected in glee. We sneaked on a summery day, folks. The fun! It was rich, holy gee! They looked for us on the sea shore, But we were at Maloney's, you see. We've giggled and fought our way through, boys, And we know that our records are clean. 'Tis as good as any can do, boys, Tho' we stand for our rights: That's no dream. We took our good times as we found them And licked our opponents with vimg We had our high hopes for the future, And we waited our last year to trim. But lo! Hard luck was against us, Our best members left us to strayg 'Twas sad for us. Yes, we'll admit it, We looked pretty sick for a fray, The class just behind us was stronger, But we held to our hopes, I'll sayg The Battle was hard, and we lost it, They outnumber us bad to this day. We've had our victorious days, boysg We're passing along with the tide. Ei We've had a few flunks, 'tis true, lads, But our A's we received with pride. We'll soon be -out on our own now, We're proud, tho a little sad, We'l1 gladly pass on to the Juniors, The powers the Seniors have had. Beryl Cunningham. Here's to the Seniors, the Seniors must win, Fight to the end, boys, never give in. You do your best, boys, We'll do the rest, boys Fight for our Victory! ! ! Rah! Rah Rah! -L. B, C. Page nineteen

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T LEWAIN 1926 f,gP1-,ffl . :9QlQJl2i.e-l7li7-Y3- Class Will We, the Class of '26 at North Bend, being of rapidly diminishing strength and memory and realizing that our days at North Bend High are numbered, do hereby issue this last will and testament. I. To Mr, Dimmitt we bequeath our hopes for the happy life he so richly deserves. To Miss Pitney we leave our sincere appreciation for her splendid work as -our advisor. To Miss Douglass we leave the shaping of the Sophomores' destinies. To Miss Nelson we leave the stupendous task of guiding the Fresh- men through school. To Mr. Lemon we leave our hopes for a champion football team and a Snoqualmie scalp, II. To the Juniors we leave our seats in the Senior row. To the Sophomores we leave all the knowledge we have gained this year. To the Frosh we leave our Oyster pennant to keep and guard as their own, until Seniors. To the incoming Freshmen we leave the right to take the Oyster pennant from the present owners. III. To the following students the members of the Class of '26 leave a part of their wonderful selves so that the school may still go on without them. To Mary Daigneault, Ed Wilson leaves his artistic cartooning. To Ben Morris, Sandy Scott leaves his Charleston abilities. To Wilma Mueller, Milly Sullivan leaves her position as midget of the Senior Class. To Dick Mueller, Pauline Offield leaves her scholastic standing. To Nellie Wilhight, Salena Rice leaves her proficiency in typing. To Elva MacDonald, Blanche Thaldorf leaves her title as Vamp of the class. To Carl' Hupp, Ray Francis leaves a louder horn for his Covered Wagon. To Sally Mueller, Vannetta Dimmitt leaves her place in Senior English class. To Dick Carmichael, Lloyd Salle leaves his place on next year's athletic teams. To Cleota Carmichael, Katharine Simmons bequeaths her sweet disposition, To Bob Schaefer, Beryl Cunningham leaves a curling iron to make himself beautiful. To Marvel McKean, Iva Bailey leaves her pleasant smile. To Ed Brown, Fred Daigneault leaves his sheikish Ways. Signed this day of May at N. B. H. S. By the Senior Class of 1926, E. M. S. Page eighteen

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Class Prophecy Mr. Blank's unpublisllvd notes 0-ni his intcrifiews witla the nota- ble people of the day. Mr. Blank writes as follows: The most interesting figure of the day is Miss Mary Pitney, world famous traveler. As she was absent on a trip, I could not inter- view her. Her most famous feat, perhaps, was mushing from Nome, Alaska, across the Arctic Circle. In Chicago, I interviewed two famous figures in business-both women. Miss Offield, who owns the Mammoth Chain of Department Stores, said that she succeeded because she left men alone. Miss Srimmons, who owns the former Hearst Newspapers, stressed the oppor- tunities of newspaper work, I next interviewed Miss Dimmitt, wife of the President of the U. S., and strong advocate of the Lucy Stone League. Through her social secretary, Miss Salena Rice, the social arbitrator of Washington, D. C., Miss Dimmitt pleaded with girls not to lose their personalities by dropping their maiden names. From the professional side of the world, I chose Dr. Frederick Daigneault, Sec, of Health in the President's cabinet, Reverend Lloyd Sallee, fighting minister of Chicago, Mrs. Emilda Sullivan-H-opkins- Hopper-Nash, author of the year'-s best seller, and Blanche Thaldorf, the Pola Negri of America. Rev, Sallee, contrasted the night life of the youth of today, very unfavorably with his own youth, which was very quiet. Dr. Daigneault pleaded for vaccination and the extermination of cats. Mrs. Nash said that she hoped that her latest book Purple Passions would rival any of Elinor Glyn's, Miss Thaldorf sent a message of cheer to the public in the words that she would not retire until death called her. The next person to be interviewed was Albert Scott, oil magnate of Alaska, who stressed saving as a step towards success in getting and holding your possessions before the other fellow has a chance. From the sport page I took Beryl Cunningham, the Barney Oldfield of the air, and Ray Francis, holder -of the World's International Tennis Cup. They were both rather shy and made no statements for the public except that they wished to please the people and remain at the top in their professions. I met Ed Wilson, the famous funny man, in Paris, and he oblig- ingly told a funny story for my benefit. It is too long to repeat, but Mr. Wilson certainly deserves his title of Champion humorist. The la-st. subject of my mental scrutiny was Marie, the most beautiful mannequin in all Paris, The only thing I could get out of her babble of French baby talk was that her name had originally been Iva Bailey. K. S. Page twenty LE WAI N l 926 Ejf'g.ll.f-T 1: Jigfji-QAU gg 1