Tigard High School - Tiger Yearbook (Tigard, OR)

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I Senior Saga From an army camp called Anderson Came Heath Alsen, Thomp's son. Also his pal Jones who was Wilde To leave camp and go for a ride. Leaving behind Marvel and Maggetti Who by the way, just LH{es spaggetti, They went to Hunt adventure in its Lehr— They went forth without a care. They caught a bus and rode through the Wood Where a fierce Wolfe once had stood. Arrived in town, they went to the canteen. Where beautiful girls they knew would be seen. Johnson, the doorman and Frazer the clown Led them in and marched them down To meet the Misses Shultz and Finley Who were dancing with Privates Hawley and Bailey. Hager, the waiter brought them a Bunn And coffee, and when they were done, Edmonds and Engstrom and Stalcup and Schwartz Came over and said that all sorts Of girls like Misses Danis and Brost and Bennett Would dance with them as Hanna was with Mognett. So they danced and danced all night thru With Misses Buell and Binkele in dresses of blue That Russell “like the leaves by the Mil, roy.” Then Rasmussen said “Do you have a Chil, son-ny boy? Or are you just good En-sor from dancing? While hundreds of light Kullowatz are wasting.” Then Schec {la said “Swift-ly call the Van, Dermarl . Say good-bye to the angels Becker and Clarl{. We must not Be roud, but bach must go.” So Becvar said Col gan and do not be low. Shum way you will return, but now be Hoff, man. One who Boggs down in one place is never worth anything.’ O’Halloran said “Ric!{, man do not be Mad, land don’t. Someday Philip will be a Miller or Smith As Prier to the war, and all men will be free, Not Fearing anything as wild birds by the sea.” So Jones and Alsen left the canteen And were next in the army camp to be seen. Twenty

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Seniors' History « We entered the Tigard High recruiting station in September of 1939, following eight years of rigorous training in a preliminary school, planning to “work up through the ranks.” Eagerly we began the battle against the enemies, “Ignorance” and “Narrowmindedness.” We were rated as buck privates and expected to pay due respect to all superior officers. We soon adapted ourselves to the routine and discipline. Privates elected to represent us in the main war council that year were Ralph Johnson, president; Don Fearing, vice-president; Pat Anderson, secretary; and Jean Engstrom, treasurer. Some in our company specialized in commercial work, and others in math, dramatics or science. After nine months of intensive study, we were delighted to receive word of our promotion to the rank of Corporal (Sophomore). As Corporals, we held the respect of the incoming company of privates. We became known for our scholastic ability and were cited for honor on the sport field. We again selected our officers, Jim O’Halloran, president; Bob Wood, vice-president; Kathryn Hunt, secretary; and Hazel Philip, treasurer. We studied harder and began making our names mean something around the camp. After nine months of drilling and maneuvers, we were given the rank of Sergeant (Junior). As Sergeants, we were much more prominent in camp affairs. We had great power on the athletic field, and several of the Sergeants were on the camp honor roll. With the aid of Dick Day and his orchestra we presented our Junior Prom, which was a great success. Representatives selected to conduct our meetings were Don Fearing, president; Howard Ibach, vice-president; Barbara Hawley, secretary; and Ellin Hager, treasurer. At the close of the school year we were duly advanced to Captains (Seniors). When we became Captains we began to realize something of what life was going to be like. Many of us were working after school in war jobs, trying to do our bit toward victory. Several of our prominent Seniors joined the armed forces to give their best to their country. Our officers for this year, which were to be the last selected to represent us in this school, were Ralph Wood, president; Jim O’Halloran, vice-president; Elsa Alsen, secretary; Helen O’Halloran, treasurer. Since Jim O’Halloran went into the service, Ted Lehr was elected to fill the position of vice-president. May 28, 1943 ended four most unforgettable years at the camp of Tigard High, and we went out to make our way in the Army of Life. Nineteen

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Seniors' Farewell We are going to leave school. It’s too bad, but we can’t stand this any longer. We heard the teachers say: “Their minds have just one dimension—thickness. It’s not fair. We knew lots of things but they never ask us the things we know. They look at us and say, “Do you know?” and then under their breaths, “No, you wouldn’t.” And they don’t give us a chance to think. Of course we never do know, but how can they be so sure we don’t. Tell us that. It is a funny thing how teachers always act differently when there is company. You know—their voices get so sort of soft and kind, not a bit what they are when we’re alone and nobody knows the answers. The superintendent often visits our school, and we all raise our hands for every question, but they never call on us. That is the day that we are taught by the lecture method. The older we grow, the more firmly we are convinced that everything in life depends upon one’s point of view. Our favorite poem is about folks hitching their wagon to a starfish and trying to get up high and be somebody. They may think we will not amount to anything but we won’t be discouraged. We have reached the end of four years of study and we can truthfully say we do know much which else we should not know. If we remember but half of it, we shall do nobly, indeed. We realize that our graduation from Tigard High School is not of vast importance, to the world at large, but we shall, however, enter the arena with heads high and start upon adventure brave and new, with hearts staunch and fearless. We hope we haven’t disappointed everyone too much. Goodbye, and than you, The Senior Class of 1943. Twenty-one