Selah High School - Fruitspur Yearbook (Selah, WA)

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THE FRUIT SPUR twenty-one last Twill auh illestament Probated in judge Ehrit's Court, May 29, 1923, with Miss Mary Coleman as executor and Donald Fogelquist, attomey for the executor. Know ye all-Bolsheviks, Reds, Social- ists and juniors, that this full-grown class of old maids and hen-pecked husbands do hereby dispose of everything we don't want, as follows: ARTICLE I. Since a certain member of the orchestra has made himself very popular with that section of the city, wherein he lives, by his persistent tooting upon his saxaphone from his perch on the front porch and since many of his selections are of a re- ligious nature and since we want to en- courage his work in evangelism, we be- queath this hymn book to Harry King. ARTICLE II. Since by observation we have seen that to absorb knowledge is slow work, and in view of the fact that a certain junior has met considerable difficulty along this line in past months, we leave as an absorber of knowledge this sponge to Stewart Lan- caster. ARTICLE Ill. Since a certain member in this High School has the absurd belief that life is a dream we wish to fulfill Merrill's belief by bequeathing to him Mamie Bowers. In view of the fact that paper, money and time are scarce, we will dispose of these articles in a less detailed manner- here goes: To jean Scutt we leave a spray ma- chine. To Bill Hassel, who is in quest of pain- less beauty and cleanliness, we hereby leave a bar of Tar Baby Soap. . To Maria Webber we leave an earl-y alarm clock. To Glessa Davis a recipe for a tonic to restore toneless hair: Boil one carrot, one beet, one onion in Campbell's Tomato Soup, strain and apply daily. I To Cliff johnson we leave a bottle of Speedum Linament, which is the only remedy that will remove stiffness from the jointsg one application will make him go like Dynah-might. To Dorothy Taylor we leave Rowlee's Knock-Out Powder to dispose of trouble- some boys. Since it has been noticed that Art Dris- coll has drop-sy and his head is so far from the ground we do hereby bequeath to him a magnet. To Victor jones we leave a vamping rose. We do hereby dispose of twenty-one handkerchiefs left in the Senior roll room to be washed and ironed and sewed to- gether to make a K. K. K. regalia for Clark Vail. Owing to the fact that the Senior girls are unbelievedly a catty bunch, we leave to the underclassmen this tail and our generosity also bids us to leave the me-ow. Mr. Pfeifer to adjust the pieces. Witness our hand and foot this 29th day of May, 1923. THE SENIOR CLASS.

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twenty THE FRUIT SPUR Class. I see. You are a chip from the old block all right, Clifford, and I am going to do to you what Mr. Pfeifer used to do to your father. l'1l give you poetry, 100 lines. Next time l'll make it l,000. A boy, a tall blonde youngster, with blue eyes and a wicked grin, leaves the room and goes down the hall. Someone closes the office door. Oh, now I understand. That voice-of course-it's jean's! For on the door are the words, Principal-- Miss Scutt. lt is rumored that after Mr. Pfeifer, due to the awful strain, was re- moved to Steilacoom, jean nobly offered her services. Poor jean! They say she will be the next to go. Too bad! That vista slowly fades, and to my eyes is revealed another. I perceive an old woman, sitting with aged head bowed upon work-hardened hands. Her whole figure bespeaks utter dejection and despair. The pathetic old soul is Merla Clark. Poor thing! She is at present an undertaker. Many years have passed and Merla has undertaken many things and accomplished nothing. I Now that dismal picture, too, fades, and reveals- No, no! The spark! The flame! The blazing burst of light! The sign that you have finished. Well done, oh good and faithful crystal! To you belongs the glory and the praise, and heartfelt grati- tude. Fare-thee-well, oh crystal-thing of mystery, of wisdom, thee-well! and of fire-fare- JJ' Elite! Svtanharhs of the Glass of 1923 Our aim success, our hope to win Has ever been our guide. We strove in friendly rivalry As classmates, side by side. The goal is reached, the victory's won- A span of life is past, Now we behold the rising sun ln future promise cast. We'll face the dawn with fearless mien And raise our standard to the skyg We'll win life's game-the hall of fame! For dear old Selah High. -Maria Webber.

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YWCHWYWO THE FRUIT SPUR Senior Qtlass bong M Tune--Love Ship l. Oh--wonderful school of our childhood days May our mem'ries of you ne'er departg Though we drift away, we'll remember, always, Lessons so deep in our hearts. 2. lf dark clouds should enter our lives And the sorrows are hard to bear, Then we'll think of you, Oh Selah High! And of friends that we've met while in school. Chorus Alma Mater, our school Whom we all love so dear, Will bring mem'ries of wonderful days, For our school is our mother, Whom we love so dearg And her teachings we all revere. Our lives are built on those stony rocks of hope And no tempest shall tear them apartg All our sorrows and cares Will be lighter to bear When we think of our Dear Selah High!