Seaside High School - Sea Breeze Yearbook (Seaside, OR)

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Donna Grimes, Helvie Salmeen, Clark Nelson, Martha (Juinn, Klinor Webber, Vida McC eyriles and Esther Dennen Thus the class is leaving the high school, where they have been gathering the precious gems of know ledge. May health, wealth and happiness attend them the rest of their lives! ( PONT trl a =: {ise

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Glass history In the year nineteen hundred and twenty, thirteen timid, little students passed from under Mrs. Coe’s loving care and entered into a magnificent institution of learning—the Seaside Union High School. Thirteen, an unlucky number. These green little Freshmen must have felt unlucky when the Sopho- mores seized upon them at the initiation. Those who sought to further develop their brains were Martha Quinn, Edwin Blake, Waldo Welsh, Mary Longmaid, Ethel Bodenhammer, Krnest Ruthrauff, Alberta Stamen, Olga Hensla, Lena Spencer, Bill Raw, Helvie Salmeen, George Hester and Ludwig Stanke- vitch. The cruel Sophomores must have treated them very harshly, for before the first two years of their stay were over, all but five of the original thirteen remained. The others had moved away, gone to work, married or died. When they were Sophomores they took revenge upon their underclassmen. They gave the new comers a most cruel reception; painting their faces with hideous colors and making them eat angle worms and do many humilhating stunts. However, the five were not alone. Several students had caught up with them, others had fallen back into their ranks, for when they gained the dignity of Juniors the class was twenty-nine strong. This class was the first class to give the Junior Prom at the Hotel Seaside. Kveryone who attended declared that they had a most enjoy- eble time. Following in the footsteps of the class before them, they also gave a picnic in honor of the Seniors. The Juniors gave a play, ‘‘Nothing But the Truth.’? Several very good actors and actresses were discovered in this class. The class of nineteen twenty-four has been one of the peppiest classes in high school. The members have taken part in all athletics, debating, dramaties and other student body activities. They have also struggled and saved their penmes so that they have bought a most magnificent Victrola for the school. They presented two very clever plays, ‘ ’Op O' Me Thumb” and The Big Ideas? [fac strange that this class that entered with thirteen members is now leaving with thirteen members. They were eighteen but at mid-term, five members, Agatha Emmons, Marjorie Logan, Fave Libel, Hattie Turner and Robert Mott left, so that now there are still the thirteen, They are Esther Honkanen, Lillian McCallister Victor Palmrose, Dorothy Haley, Greta Godfrey, William Rae

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Class Yrophery One day in the year of our Lord 1940, I was sitting in a big chair by the fire, reading Dickens’ ‘‘Scrouge’s Christmas.” It was an old book that I had found in the attic among my books, and I was glancing over again just for curiosity. The sight of my school books had reminded me of our senior class in Seaside High, and I began wondering where they all were. T had turned again to my reading about the Spirit of Christ- mas in Diekens’ book, when suddenly I saw a strange person entering the room. Somewhat vaguely he reminded me of the description of the Spirit of Christmas, and so plucking up my courage [ asked if that were true. “‘No,’’ he answered, ‘‘I am the ‘Spirit of Departed Youth! and your wish to see your old schoolnates has summoned me to your services. If you are ready we will be going.’ ‘Ready!’ T exclaimed. ‘Going—where?’’ “To see your school friends,’’ he explained. And sudden- ly I found myself sailing breathlessly through the air. We stopped suddenly, and I found myself standing before a beautiful home in Hollywood. ‘“Whom am I to see here?’’ IT questioned the spirit who re- plied, ‘‘Wait and see.’’ Invisible we entered the house and there seated on a dav- enport interviewing a reporter, sat a dark haired, dark eyed young man, Bill Raw, the screen idol. He was telling the re- porter, whom f recognized as Esther Palmrose, that his good looks he accredited to the wonderful sea air. His sueeess in the world due to talks and help given him by his teachers, and particularly the principal of Seaside High School. As we left the house, I overheard two girls talking about Bill. One said, ‘‘Isn’t he wonderful?’? The other replied, “Yes; but he’s married. Married a girl, they say, he went with in High school, romantic, very, but very disappointing to some people, for they say he can see no one else.’? I next found myself deposited in front of a building which bore the sign, ‘‘Dorotea Halle, Art Lessons, $15.00 per hour.’? I entered and beheld my old chum, clad in a green batik smock, sandals, bobbed hair and horn rim spectacles. In front of iben was a “futuristic painting’’—I don’t know yet whether it