Oakville High School - Tillicum Yearbook (Oakville, WA)

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TIIE TILLICUAI CLASS WELL LAST NVILL AND TESTAMENT OF CLASS OF 1918. 96' We, the Senior Class of 1918 of the Oakville High School, Oak- ville, Washington, being of sound mind and possessed of much earth- ly goods, and the time of our departure from this institution being definitely fixed, do will, bequeath, and devise as hereinafter nomin- ated: First, that all our debts, legal and illegal, including funeral expenses, shall be paid. Secondly, to the honorable Board of Directors, the continuous use of our new gymnasium. To Dexter Newton, the perpetual freedom from breaking the speed limits of the city of Oakville. To E. E. Switzer, a matched pair of bay Sorrel roan Durhams. To C. M. Eaton, another hennery. Thirdly, to the High School faculty, we bequeath our grat- itude and sincere thanks for their willing aid during our four years of successful High School work. To our beloved superintendent, Mr. Geo. W. Stewart, our best wishes for a pleasant trip to sunny California, and hope for his re- turn. To the gay Mr. Deane, a carload of calves. To Miss Henry, a pair of rubber shoes to aid her in carrying on her detective work, and one hundred and seventy five pounds of rice stew. To Mrs. Stewart, a new baton. To Mr. Elvis Eaton, many, many 'idollar days. To Miss Newton, a pair of blue eyes and a green ntgcktie, To Miss Spencer, a new Gate Fourthly, to the respective classes we bequeath: To the Juniors, the seats in the east side of the room along with nine months of hard work.

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TIIE TILLIC UA! Ethel, who had chosen practically the same vocation in life as myself, was now matron in one of the most efficient hospitals in Balt- imore, Maryland. She, altho married, found her occupation quite in keeping with her married life, as her husband was a surgeon in the same institution. Raymond, we found out, had two years before, accepted a govern- ment position as president of a meat packing establishment in Chicago. While we were thus talking, Miss Ludella Eaton, one of our for- mer number, joined us in our conversation. She told us that she had been principal' of the High School in Centralia for the past two years. Also that Mildred Switzer, who had been teaching there in the depart- ment of music, was planning on taking up her work the following ycar, in the Stadium High School in Tacoma. Edna, she said, took a business course in an excellent bus- iness college in Seattle soon after graduating, and is now teaching in a like school in California. But, Paul, I said, you have not told me what field of work you have engaged yourself in. Then, as he told me, he was president of the Oakville National Bank, the orchestra began to play a march, by which the class, sixty in number, took their places upon the plat- form. The exercises had begun. Grace M. Couch '18, 26141414 Upon a smooth banana peel, A Senior chanced to tread, ,ind here's .... ?. . ! ? .... : 1' . QA brief shorthand report? Jf what the Senior said.

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TYYIS TYILLJTQIIAI To the Sophomores, a book on t'How to Study, and a dose apiece of Anti-giggle. To the Freshmen, the empty ink bottles and broken pens in the Botany Laboratory. Fifthly, C19 To 121 To t3J To 145 To Q51 To church. Q63 To Q75 To do us partn 185 To 491 To we, as individuals, will and bequeath: Frank Wright, Orvin's ambition. Marie Shull, Ernie's gift of gab. the coming Civics class, Ethe1's much used notebook. John, Raymond's privilege of singing at a daily revival. Dorothy Thomas, Mildred's faithful attendance at Vera Easter, Orvin Harris ffrom Ludellaj. Mrs. Eaton, the privilege of caring for Elvis till death ffrom Ednal. Nora Brown, Earl's ability to tell funny stories. Harold Allen, Paul's place in the boys' quartette. 1105 To Dollie, Marjorie's pleasant walk daily to and from school. i111 To Mary MacKay, Grace's exclusive right to her place in the school bus. In witness whereof, we have hereunto set our hand and seal this fifteenth day of April, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine huwdred and eighteen. Raymond E. Jorgensen, '18. And the maiden, ever knitting, still is sitting, knitting, knit- ting, Sitting, knitting, never quitting, just within the classroom door. And the moments, swiftly flitting, stop and watch her sitting knitting, For the boys Who've gone to war. I suppose that she'll be sit- ting- Sitting, knitting, evermore.-Ex.