Saint Helens High School - Lion Yearbook (St Helens, OR)

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fax TI-IE LION I, Mabel Sturgess, will my ability to handle many things at once to Eloise Rau. I, Virginia Sutherland, leave my golden hair to Katherine Canich. I, Roy Urie, give my bicycle to Carl Rigdon. I, John Voss, give my manly form to LeRoy Mason. I, Melvin Weed, leave my Oregonian route to some other manly person to carry on. I, Oren Weed, donate Donald Brown to the girls of the Junior Class. I, George Yeager, leave my seat in the Chemistry Class to some Junior Who is ambitious to be a great chemist. I, Marvin Werings, donate my alibis to get excused from classes to Willie Pearson. - Katfverzne Ballatore ana' Glen Cbildf Commencement , Four years of studying and fun have passed, Commencement Will soon be here. Seventy-two students in the Senior Class Will be honored by families dear. Flowers and dresses have all been planned Class motto and colors too. The Senior Class Will soon disband And leave St. Helens High School. Where will they go, is what you ask, As they wander far and Wide. We hope they will find a Wholesome task And not drift along With the tide. We hope they will prosper as years go by, And cherish some memories too. Especially of those pleasant days Spent at St. Helens High School. Bertha Brockfzauf, St. Helens 34. I17I

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MMMMAM lw-Mww-AMMM-HMAMMMTH E LION AMMMWMHNMNMMMWMNWMMWNWWMNM nm, ,I I, Richard McClelland, bestow my black wavy hair to Richard Scott. I, Floyd McGlinn, bequeath my position on the football team to Harry Olson. I, Jane Miller, refuse to leave my ability to yell like a wild- cat to anyone. I, Fern Montank, leave my ability to wave hair to Lida Caniparoli. I, Clifford Moore, present my ability to argue with Bennie in Civics Class to Alvin Lindsten. I, Raymond Murray, will my ability to win all the St. Helens High Co-eds to Alvin Gray. I, Gunnar Nasman, bestow my Mae West swing to lVIay Britton. I, Loren Olson, bequeath my freckles to Alberta Mathison. I, Greta Otto, donate my position in the Senior Class play to some fortunate junior. I, Norma Peterson, leave with a peaceful mind. I, Mildred Peterson, give my great strength to Raymond Fredin. Q I, Herschel Pitts, leave the remains of my Ford to Herman Miller. I, Gertrude Quilleash, contribute my specks to Reino Koski so that he will not have to wear fake ones any longer. I, Raymond Ramey, contribute my knowledge of law and philosophy to the one and only Jason Miller. I, Clifford Ricker, bestow my light complexion to Norma 4'Frisky Baseel. I, Geraldine Schwab, donate my hair ribbons to Bennie Laughlin. I, Miriam Sechler, contribute my outside love affairs to Martha Smith. I, Yola Serafin, leave on the next boat to Hawaii with Clifford Felton. I, Leonard Shreve, give my laziness to Jean Allin. I, Clarence Singleton, donate my Cadillac to Herbert Freeland. l16l

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TI-IE LIQN Cproplvecy for the Senior Class of 1934 On one of my world-wide wanderings I came at last to India, the most mystic, magical, and weird country on earth. Well, since I was here, I must see this so-called mystic country. I stopped before a gaudy booth. It was a fortune tellerls stand, and to relieve me of my present attack of nostalgia, I decided to stop in and find out what the old woman, reeking with garlic and onions, and smelling to the high heavens, had to say about the Senior Class of 1934 of the St. Helens High School. She gave me a toothless grin Cif it can be called such,J stood up as far as her rheumatism allowed, leaned on her cane, and beckoned me to follow her. As she hobbled down the dim corridor, I had no trouble in following her, with my nose. After a few minutes in the corridor, we came to a heavily curtained door. The old lady drew the curtain aside, and I saw a dim room, lighted only by a weird glow in a huge crystal ball that was majestically reposing on an elaborately carved table. The old Woman told me to speak to the ball and a scene would appear before me. Half frightened, I whispered, What has happened to the Senior Class of 1934 of the St. Helens High School? Dimly the glow within the ball began to fade and I could make out the face of a small, dark, bald headed man, with spectacles. Great heavens! It was Louis Abrams, the professor of philosophy at Know More College. The picture faded, and whose face should appear, but Frank Aszman's in beauty parlor attire. What was he doing but giving J errine Ballagh, the famous movie actress, a facial. The scene shifted from Hollywood to New York, and who should I see but Marie Baseel, dressed in a uniform of black, and feeding fourteen hungry orphans their breakfast in the orphan asylum. Then I saw Mona Bowser as Amie Sernple McPherson, the second, telling her beloved audience to follow in her footsteps. What was this? Richard Brakke? It couldn't be, but it was. There was the sign above the circus tent f'See Richard Brakke the world's tallest man, ten feet ten, for only ten centsf' And, llfil