Tigard High School - Tiger Yearbook (Tigard, OR)

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SENIORS ON PARADE

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We travel about fifty. Good for our old Ford. I sit back and wonder if my grad- uation dress will compare favorably with the others. VVell, I thought, I have to wear it anyhow. Miraculously, we are there and I walk upstairs to the room reserved to the graduates. Swell, I comment. I'll say, echoes the crowd. Graduation promptly at 8 o'clock, says T. F., Better all be ready.' Okay, we chorus. VVe talk and pin on our corsages and IVI. M. gives us the programs and the last word of advice about gum. The hour has arrived, the strains of the processional reach our ears-graduates-to-be march in. I wonder what would happen if I should smile at my boy friend in the audience? We sit down. Somebody says somethingg I can't remember. Somebody sings a song in a high pitched voice. VVe all clap. I nudge my seat-mate and agree its a hummer. Patrick Henry delivers the oration Beyond the Alps Lies Italyf' I really had never heard that any member of the class had a desire to travel in Italy. Everyone begins fanning. I begin too, with my program. A speaker gets up. Re- minds me of a picture in my sixth grade reader. He talks on Roosevelt, Communism and the absent minded professor. I notice the program says, Dr, Whosit will talk on 'Modern Advice to Modern Youth' -yet, I thought the Doctor's jokes were funny. They give out the diplomas. Finally Pandora Jane Witherspoon. Magna Cume Laudef' I wonder what I'm supposed to feel like. I wish I had the gum that l left in the dressing room. Illore diplomas, clapping, fanning, scholarships. Every- one is hot and sticky and happy. It's over. I am hungry. Teachers and friends congratulate us. Such an impressive graduation, says Mother. Sure , says I. I wonder who talked the most, the speaker or the crowd ? Mother frowns, as Mothers do, and I am vaguely annoyed. The Class of 1938 of Tigard High School has graduated!!! M ,I . Breathes there a man, with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land. ?H -Scott Sure we've taken it on the chin! Sure we have had our depressions, strikes and dust storms. So what? The gilt frame may have been broken, but the picture remains unchanged. Before the world, I am an American! I envy no man. I fear no man. Mine is a nation of youth made out of new kind of steel, alloyed with the blood stains of many peoples-not too stubborn to bend, but too strong even to be broken, my people think! Qver the roar of wheels, in thundering subways, in factory and field, behind the drawn blinds of their homes, even now they are thinking-thinking out answers that others can not find. And, when the time comes, they speak without stuttering. I amiproud that I am an American. How about you? 20