Pendleton High School - Wakeipa Yearbook (Pendleton, OR)

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life in the Biology Qlllass ISS FLEGEL arrives at the school-house. She is .feeling fine this morning. Witli Miss Ross, she marches past the office to show Mr. Landreth that she is on time for once. S 135- Visits Miss Ross in the English room for ten minutes. 8:45- Hits the Biology room with a bang, full of good resolutions in regard to order, discipline and work. She sets h-er jaw firmly and resolutely pushes open the door. A barrage of 4'Howdies greets her, 8:47- After much searching she discovers her book in Slyvia Christopher's desk. She seats herself to enjoy a few minutes of studying. 8 :48-- Rol Morrison breezes in. At the party last night, Miss Flegel? UNO, Mr. Morrison. Rol begins a long description of the night before. Miss Flegel listens patiently. lt would do no good for her to try to study now. 8:56- John Simpson ushers himself in. Am I late, Miss Flegel'Z No, Mr. Simpson. OhI What is that on your desk? A pomegranate. ' ' A-what ? A lengthy discussion of the habits, growth and value of the pomegranate follows, in which Miss Flegel answers at least a hundred questions from every member of the class. 8:58- Miss Flegel goes into the laboratory. John Simpson takes the floor and gives a lecture on everything from football to worms. 9:00- Miss Flegel still absent. The lecture is gaining in volume. 9:04- Miss Flegel enters the room. She has been heard in the distance, and John is seen carefully studying the encyclopedia. Miss Flegel scents mischief. What are you doing, Mr. Simpson? l88l

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fallen but Bob reached forward and caught her. She was very pale and he led her to the sofa, where after a brief moment she gained control of herself. Tell me, Jenny, what does this mean? Why are you here? he asked her again. HOI1, you wouldn't understand. It 's foolish. but I cannot help it. You probably know that this house is to be sold. Oh, l cannot think of it, dear old Torrey House, and she seemed almost on the verge of tears again. UI don't believe I understand, Jenny. Wliy do you hate to see it sold? I am Jenny Lynn Torrey,'7 she said proudly. HI am the daughter of Randolph and Alice Lynn Torrey. I was only a mere child when my parents died, and I was taken away by a dear aunt. Aunt Isabel certainly did all she could for mef' Jennie's eyes filled with tears. HI have always been called Jennie Lynn because I looked so much like my mother, whose picture hangs in the library. Wliile Aunt Isabel lived, the taxes were paid on Torrey House for we planned to return some day. When she died l found that it took all her small estate to pay debts, so I was left penniless and alone in the world again a11d I came back here to be near Torrey House. It seems that I am nearer heaven and Father and Mother and Aunt Isabel when l'm here than anywhere. I often come here of evenings and play the songs Father loved so well and recall the happy days of my childhood. 77 f'You poor, poor girl, Bob said as he put his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. HThen Torrey House is haunted and I've caught the ghost, a real live one and l'm going to keep her forever and We'll live in Torrey House and Granny Ollirien ean come and live with us and we'll be very happy. Every evening the little ghost will play for the new owner of Torrey House. Tomorrow I'll make out the final papers for the place and tomorrow evening the gates of Torrey House will be open again. Does that suit you?l' V HOh, it can't be true, it eanlt be true, she said as she put her arms around his neck. MARY DO UGLASS CHISHOLM. Zi Toast tu the Seniors Hail to the Seniors! Hail to the Seniors! Hail to the Senior Ulass ly We are what we claim to be, Have become what we aimed to beg Through earnest endeavor and honesty, For our motto is HThrough the Harbor into the Sea. l87l

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Looking up the definition of an-oh, you know what it is, Miss Flegelf' HYou dontt look up definitions in encyclopedias, Mr. Simpson. John retires in disgrace but in good spirits. 4'VVill we have a test today, Miss Flegel? No, Mr. Childs. There, what did I tell you, Snyder. You said we would have one today. '4As soon as the room becomes quiet, we will try to recite, suggests Miss Flegel. A lull follows, broken by a grunt from Dave Oberg. 4tWl1at is an amoeha, Miss Flegel? An amoeba, Mr. Oberg, is the one-cell-ed animal which we have been studying for the last month. Mr. Durkheimer, what is the matter? It is discovered that he was trying to pick up his pencil, and George Childs had, in an unintentional way, of course, hit him on the head with his elbow. I'la Osborne and Irva Dale exchange notes, which are intercepted by Dick Lawrence and loudly, proclaimed to the World. Iva11 LaHue tries valiantly to study hut seems to he losing ground. Richard Earnheart writes scientific figures and calculations on the board behind him. Daphne Mol- strom frowns and sighs. Agnes Little sits serenely in her seat, calm and unperturhed in the storm. The other members of the class try to help in the general disturbance or to preserve their lives as long as possible. Miss Flegel's good resolutions fade from view. All she has left is her dignity, and she has a feeling that even that won 't last much longer. I know some people who may have to have a talk with Mr. Landreth, she says, looking significantly at the room. 'l'hat's right, Miss Flegel, kick 'em out. Min Simpson, I didn't ask for any comment from you. Another lull, and Miss Flegel begins to ask questions again. Very good attention for five minutes. It develops that only three memhers of the class have studied the lesson, and that they have forgotten most of it. 9:35- Mr. Landreth looks in. May I see Rawlind Morrison? The door closes behind the ill-fated one. ' I-Iadn't we better go help Rol out? Mr. Landreth might heat him up. I think Mr. Morrison is in good hands, MJT. Simpson. Miss Hampton, what is an epidermal cell? 9:30- Recitation progresses well until Miss Flegel asks Miss Molstrom to name one fundamental process of life. George Childs answers immediately. Mr, Childs, are you Miss Molstrom? I didn't think she knew. T591