Oakridge High School - Warrior Yearbook (Oakridge, OR)

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The student council is composed of fif- teen members this year and represents all six grades of Oakridge High School. Student body president Loren Wilson heads the council meetings. Others present include student body and class officers, athletic managers, song queens and yell leaders, and the Hi-Breeze editor. The council sets the date for all student body parties, elects athletic managers, and performs other governing functions. Mr. Kingsley is faculty adviser for the council. • • 71te gcL ocl Soalb The staff wishes to express its appreciation to the Oakridge School Board for the fine things they have done for our school and for their sincere efforts to improve the educational facilities and advantages offered to the students. 6

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Virgil G. Kingsley.......Linfield College 1933, Bachelor of Science. Graduate work at the University of Oregon. Princi- pal a Lowell, Oregon, two and one-half years. Social Problems, boys' athletic coach. Ora Dell Reed...........Pacific University 1938, Bachelor of Arts. Taught at Mar- cola one year. Home economics, history, civics. Wilma Jacobson . . . University of Oregon 1932, Bachelor of Science; 1940, Master of Education. Orientation, English, social science. Nellie Johnson...........Linfield College 1938, Bachelor of Science Eookkeeping, typing, Hi-Breeze adviser. Emma Christiansen ... Eastern Oregon Normal School 1934. Taught in Wallowa County. Junior high mathematics, girls' athletic coach. Edythe Farr.........University of Oregon 1938, Bachelor of Arts; graduate work 1939. Instrumental supervisor, English, social science.. Esther Beal..............Linfield College 1939, Bachelor of Arts. Geography, English, Glee Club. Horace Lundberg . . . Uiah State College 1936, Bachelor of Science. Graduate work at University of Oregon and Ore- gon State College. Taught at Blanding, Utah. Biology, general science, junior high physical education, manual training. 5 V. Kingsley E. Christiansen O. Reed E. Farr W. Jacobson E. Beal N. Johnson H. Lundberg

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Alone I seem, Yet whose can be these lingers touching mine? Alone? Yet whose eyes I see so clearly; Those lips divine that pour their sweetness Over me in dim reality? Alone I seem, Yet whence would come such dreams if you weren't near? Alone? Yet your voice is the one I hear Above all other sounds through the years. Till life Be done, I'll sense your constancy. Alone I seem, Yet on my hair there seems to fall a caiess. Alone? Yet steps upon the stair Sound more certain now.—Is this the peak Of my imaginings, or are you really there? —J. M. How sweet the rain! How softly it falls! Through the night-dark The rain voice calls. How peaceful the rain! How magic its song! Piiter-patter, pitter-patter, All the night long. Rain falls Through the night; Rain falls — and whispers — Until the break of dawn; But when the night gees There is no magic in the rain. —B. C. Upon a barren hilltop So bleak, so desolate, and grey, Stands a lonely windmill Wearily waiting, watching the dying day. Gone are the days of its usefulness; The once proud sails have rotted away. A night wind gently rustles the dangling shutters— Calling softly to those within; But they have passed from his earth for- ever And the mill, slowly, so slowly, falls in. —N. K. 7