Tigard High School - Tiger Yearbook (Tigard, OR)

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MOTHER GOOSE’S WILL (Class Will) We, the Senior Class of 1935, being of sound mind and possessing a rational judgment of true values and bearing a reverence for all worthwhile things gleaned from the intimate study of the Mother Goose Classic, leave, with regret, to the under classmen, the following qualifications. Treasure them, employ the use of the same and you will grow to be worthwhile men and women and develop into citizens that this world is in dire need of same. We desire to leave you— Modesty, morality, magnetism, manliness, marriage, money, and music, For a full life needs— Order, objectives, obedience, observation, and opinions, To enjoy— Talents, talks, theaters, tasks, taxes, teachers, temperaments, tenors, and tests. When— Home, honor, honesty, heritage, heroes, and harmony Disappear, then— Envy embarrassment, emotions, emptiness, equivocations, errors, and eliminations Will occur. Take heart for— Righteousness, rewards, rationalism, regulations, relief, and religion Will triumph if you possess— Goodness, gladness, gallantry, generosity, geniality, and gratitude. We seniors realize that— Objections, oddities, omens, opinions, and outbreaks Will be heard from some of you, while— Others offer only, oh ! oh ! oh ! Since we can not leave you— Stones, statues, silver, salaries, sealskins, and servants We do relinquish our rights to— English, economics, encyclopedias, entertainments, epics, equations, escorts, and educators. And the wish of the Senior Class of 1935 is that all the good things that we have aforesaid mentioned may be your share, while all the evil things will not happen. You will get out of life just what you put into it. Signed and Sealed THE CLASS OF ’35 Sixteen

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ONLY GAME FISH SWIM UPSTREAM (Prophecy) Seniors, you are out of the formal round of study called High School. You will be plunged, willy-nilly, into a drabbly real world where nobody tells you what to do next, and nobody seems to care very much what happens to you. This sounds serious, and it is. Everyone who has looked into the matter says that the young graduates of 1935 are graduating into a world of strictly limited opportunities. Professions such as law, medicine, teaching, journalism, and fine arts are overcrowded. Seniors, you are trying to get a foothold in some sort of a position which means life—or death in life. So I take up my crystal and gaze around a bit and I find only game fish swim upstream. So I began to think about the class of 1935 of Tigard Union High School. I wondered if they desired to swim upstream or downstream. It is going to be so easy to go downstream. I do not really believe you will have to do anything but drift. Soon you will be out on the broad ocean of life with thousands of others, out of work, out of the necessities of life. But I believe this particular class desires to swim upstream and if you desire to find a satisfying life you must be keen, resolute and adaptable. You must forget a lot of ideas about wealth and success and social prestige, and be willing to undertake kinds of work and modes of living that may not be easy or pleasant. You must know how to cooperate with others in large groups for social ends. You must understand mechanics, politics, economics, mathematics and biology. Above all, you must know a great deal about what is going on in every continent. You have learned some things out of books, magazines, movies, radio, but mostly by observation and practice. Intelligent flexibility is better than narrow specialization. Seniors, jump into the stream, the water is fine, flounder a bit if necessary, but head upstream and be a game fish instead of a scavenger. Fifteen

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WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG, MAGGIE To read old Nursery Rhymes brings back queer lost memories of one’s own childhood. One seems to see the loose floppy picture-books of long ago, with the boldly colored pictures. The books may have been tattered and torn, but your library consisted of a wooden box full of these volumes. There was “Who Killed Cock Robin?” which you knew by heart before you could read. We do not know what poets wrote the old Nursery Rhymes, but certainly some of them were printed three hundred years ago. About the people of history mentioned in the Rhymes:—We do not exactly know who Old King Cole was, but King Arthur reigned about 500 A. D. We cannot tell what King of France went up the hill with twenty thousand men, but we do know that Charley who “loved good brandy”, and was fond of a pretty girl “as sweet as sugar-candy”, was an early banished Prince of Wales. The rhyme about Georgey Porgey was about a fat German kind. Simple Simon was Sir Simon Fraser who was a knight in the War of Roses. Tom the Piper’s Son, was the son of a Highlander king. Hickory Dickory Dock was a rhyme for counting out the men who took part in the Chevy Chase. There are many other rhymes that are based on legend or facts of history. Then we have rhymes that do not seem to be anything but nonsense, but now and then nonsense is relished by the best of men. You will remember Old Mother Goose and her bits of wisdom, flavored with nonsense after you have forgotten your history and geography. Mother Goose rhymes are smooth stones from the brooks of time, worn round by the constant friction of tongues. Seventeen