Pendleton High School - Wakeipa Yearbook (Pendleton, OR)

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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

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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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Suppose you find out next ti111e. Miss Osborne, what are the tl1ree forms of one-eelled plants? t'Miss Flegel, there's an old eow up on the hill. UI 21111 sure I ean't help it, Mr. Simpson. Miss Flegel, did you take down O11 llly Attitudes and Ideals? Hlt was impossible, Mr. Hatton. They l1ad reached tl1e lowest point before I got to them.', ' The room is becoming unbearably noisy. Miss Flegel looks wildly around. HEverybody get quiet. You simply lllllSt 1l0l2 make so much noise. Well, Mr. Childs, what is it? '4Did you ever see sueh big snowflakes, Miss Flegc-l?l' Tl1e class rises' to its feet automatically. Exelamations of dismay or joy follow. Miss Flegel is almost in despair. 9 245- The bell rings. Everyone jumps up, and ill fifteen seconds the room is empty. Miss Flegel sighs deeply. The worst is over for 21110fl11B1' day. MARK EVANS. Quuhhpe, enhletnn iiaigb Qnbuul, Qenuhhpe Oft in tl1e days we have worked here, We'vfe wished that we were through, But now that the tarewells are near We look back to days spent with you. We think of the days passed together Some were happy and others were blue, But the blue ones will vanish forever, For bright are our memories of you. Wl1e11, at last, we go out from your portal, Goodbye to each other we'll say, But our love for you is ilninortal As we start o11 a different pathway. The class of '21 wonlt forget you, Nor the days tl1at here have gone by, And we 'll try very hard to deserve you- Goodbye, Pendleton High School, goodbye. HILDA LORENZEN. l 90 l