Oakville High School - Tillicum Yearbook (Oakville, WA)

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U IBUEQZSUEIX I, Gladys Silva, leave my quiet and peaceful nature to Cozette Ely and my old typewriting papers and U. S. History notebooks to Nliss lVIcQuaid. I, Vv'eir Eaton, leave to Skinny Vv'illiams all the good looking girls in school Qexcept onej to step at his pleasureg also the curtains on the coupe if he needs them. I, Mamie Jennings, leave to Edith Wilson one worn pencil for her Spanish next year. I, Freda Criswell, leave to Blanche Fisher my good grades in Commercial Arithmetic and good behavior in Sewing Class. I, Henry Eaton, leave my privilege of being tardy to Roy Bowers, to be used when necessary. I, Frederick Moe, leave to Dick Ross part of my lovely disposition in class. I, Verna O. Couch, leave to Rose Bartell my seat by the radiator in the assembly hall. I, Paul White, leave to Erick Bjorkgren my position on the Basket Ball team. l, Ella Hunger. leave to Viola Hadley my right to disagree on the correct shade for graduation dresses. I, Frances Murray, leave my liking for peaches to Deb Irwin. I, Virginia Weiland, leave to Jess Myers my right to play hookey the first day of deer Cdearj hunting season and the first day of trout fishing season and wish you good luck. This will, duly witnessed and signed by the persons interested, on this tenth day of March, of the year of our Lord ninteen hundred and twenty-five. NIARTHALICE BARTELL, Notary of Peace. Witnessed and signed by the members of the Senior Class of '25. Twenty-o

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To Martha Norman, the right to make Clam Chowder for all the Basket Ball feeds in l925-26. To Delbert Irvin, the right to be President of next year's A. S. B. To Edith Murray, one crate of good lemons. To Claire Beckwith, one of our best Marcels for the Junior-Senior ban- quet. To Loyd Mosby, our favorite song, When You and I Were Young, Maggief' To Maple Ridings, we leave our impulsive manner. To Roland McClintick, we leave our ability to make the girls sigh. To Mary Damitio, all of our notes on 'The Way to Be Good in Session. To Elve I-Iillstrom, the Presidency of the Senior Class of 1926. To Owen Williams, one pitcher's mit. To Ruth Dahl, we leave our dearly loved high school. To 'Ted Brown, a place on the Hrst team in Basket Ball. To Noel Bain, one worn ukelele. To George Easter, we leave, out of the goodness of our hearts, Dorothy. To Edward Korbut, our musical talents. '- To Viola I-Iadley, our diary, K'Why I Am So Good. III. To the Sophomores, we leave our ability to get a stand-in with the faculty Qrather hardj. IV. To the Freshmen, we leave, out of the goodness of our hearts, the right to wear other shades besides green. V. Our own personal and individual wills. we make as follows: I, Emory Morket, leave to Mutt CFrankj Wienicki my ability to act as villain in operettas and also one can of axle grease to aid him in being a sheik. I, Edwin Anderson, leave to Mr. Lucas my sweet smile, to be used in his next Chemistry Class to attract the girls. I, Marthalice Bartell, leave my ability to speak before the Student Body to Nlary Stewart, provided she can use it. I, Cecil Virtue, leave my knowledge of Chemistry to Chisel Davis. I would leave him my notebook, too, but nobody has ever found anything in it, as yet. I, Leona Heywood, leave to Claire Beckwith a little of my height, doubt- ing if she can use it. I, Travess Ely, leave to Lauretta Cook and Carol Cummings, my sym- pathy for their regards for the star athletes of the school. Twenty

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1? Twenty I Class 1?oem The time is near when we shall hear Many a sad farewell, For we are leaving our dear old high school, The reason why, duty shall tell. Through pride and skill, work and zvill, We shall travel along, 'Til we come to the last of our journey's end, And the prize we sought is won. The time is near we must depart, With victory in our hearts, To start on the trail of life's long path, Ready for hardship of the task. Our colors and the spirit shall never die, We shall see them floating forever, In every wind under the sky, Nothing can sever. We are leaving our school-mates all aside, Teachers and friends we realize, Bu! of all I know they'll never forget The Class of '25. L. E. H