White Salmon High School - Punch Bowl Yearbook (White Salmon, WA)

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gg W. S. H. s. FRESI-IMAN CLASS I 1919-20 R R I Mottog Drive Not Driven Flower: Tulip. Colors: Purple and Gold. OFFICERS Christian Larsen, President Eunice Mathers, Vice President Liuella Cox, Sec. and Treas. Stanley Locke, Sergeant at Arms Melvin Caven, Reporter ROLL CALL Alba Bartholomew' Audrey Saxton Barbara Maine Christian Larsen Catherine Wilke Elna Caven Ethel Wright Eleanor Burlingame Elliot Degman Eunice Mathers Floyd Williams Georgia Thomas Hershal Saxton Hilda Salmon Irene Wang Luella Cox Melvin Caven Mary Morgan Mable Chapman Margaret Shore Opal Gordon Roberta Houston

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Inmate Marion Degman Jack YVright Grace Jarvis Galen Zener Marie Tuerck Ruby Napper Glynn Knutson W'arren Hayes Viola Chapman Irma Stillman Ernest Childs John Woodard Thelma Estes Amos Pearce Victoria Cox Faye Plank Mary Ziegler SOPHONIORE BUG HOUSE 33358335 Otherwise Ravings Deggie I guess so Nifty Oh -Gosh Jerry Oh its the 'wonderfulesi' Doe Any of your business M'ru You poor ham Cuggy You don't say so G-en Oh I don't know Hayseed I didn't do anything Ollie Don't! Stop it! ! Little Jewel Oh 'Cawnsience' Red Top Quit leavin me alone 'Dimples Oh Daddy Topsy Oh Galen Moose Gee Whiz! Vic You ought to be ashamed Two-by-four Gowan Zieg 'Curses' Hobby Going to Church Fording Pleasing others Kidding the girls XVa'lking Dreaming Being Late Teasing Teachers Staying out Late Playing Cards Manicuring his Favorite Songs Memories Anywhere the gang goes, I'll be there Let the rest of the world go by Take it slow and easy It's nice to get up in the morning but it's nicer to stay in bed You'd be surprised Vamp a Little Lady He's the Devil Alcoholic Blues Q Oh Johnie How you gon'a keep ,em Nails Down on the Farm Speeding Nobody knows and nobody seems to care Fussing I know what it means to be lonesome Blue ties 8: Hood V-f You never can be sure about River Girls the Girls Perman-ent Wave Long, long Trail SHSSHIS Dear old pal of mine R6dUCi11g They always pick on me

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1920 W. s, H. S. 39 :-: CLASS POEM :-: eil' my 34 FRESHIES We are but Freshies, Still we are spryg We'll get our credits By and by. We spend little time working, But much less time shirkingg Of course W8,l'9 noisy So are you. Why not be cheerful? Why be blue? We can not fret The whole day through. Oh yes! our class colors are purple and gold, Like the American Flag, they shall never grow old: Our class flower is the tulip so fair, It has odor so sweet, it scents a'll the air. We're proud of the record, We Freshman can make, Although We have to work for it, early and late, We have very fine teachers? No doubt this is true, But sometimes they make us feel very blue. The names of my class-mates go something like this, Roberta and Netta and Margaret and Chrisg Of course as you see I can't make them all rhyme, Because not all of us have names quite so fine. So ends the poem of the Freshman Class, Don't think this is a whole lot of trash, For listen! dear header, this is very much true, And may make you feel glad when you'1'e feeling quite blue. -Author-M. M., Freshman