Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1917-06-09
CLASS OF 1917
HAS SECRETS TOLD
BY HISTORIAN

"boneheaded enuslon, purports u
be history of the senior class JUS
graduated from the local high schoo
We don't know the purpose fol
which 1t was written, but 1t wa!
turned in at this Office by two o.
the young ladies whom it calls the
hardest, and because it was neatly
typewritten, carefully punctuated
and capitalized, it was passed to the
linotype operator for practice copy
in breaking in the new machine.
The neat and correct manner in
which it was copied speaks we'll for
the substantial training given our
young people in the high school.
AS / start to write this account OF
of the doings of our class for this
school year, l seem TO have general
vision OF our past.
When we were freshmen we were
of that prevalent verdant hue that
IL always characteristic of that
species. Were noted, not for our
grey matter, but for our lack OF 1t.
We had talent, some OF US, the rest OF
us enough brains to know we did not
have any of that elusive attribute.
Our female members were noted for
their fairness, the male minority
for their denseness. We took small
part in school activities. We were
not athletes. Some Of US aspired
others despaired, and still others
Jared worse than some others. Our
girls gigled, played and winked. Our
booys haw-hawed worked and, blush
ed.
AS Sophomores we did not make
an enviable record. We were noted
as the class who were absolutely the
deadest, most actiVity-deserted
bunch of pin headed unsophisticated
individuals known IN the history OF
our beloved institution OF learning.
That was when Miss Buchanan took
us unuer her protecting, maternal
wing. Her timid, yet Tesourceful
ways, somewhat prepared us for fur
Their advancement. But what can an
angel do with nothing, except to
mourn over it, and take in indiffer-
ence its dominant proattle? While
Sophomores our girls showed that
they were classy athletes, as they
were prominent in basket ball. The
boys thought they were, too, and
with sweet and happy smile, tore
politely into the eighth grade war;
riors, and tore out again, shorn of
their would be glory, tainted with
defeat. But they came back. Wit
ness, my friend, our present champ
ionship team, and, where are those
former eighth graders? Demolish-
ed and disbanded-to form the high
school team. In that year we start
ed geometry, and some of us liked 1t
so well that We are still studying it,
AS Latin sharks we lost our reputa-
ton gained in that subject the year
before. In German we could read,
but not talk, and other things fol-
lowed in like sequence.
Now as juniors we were recognized
as proper representatives in the pub
lie institutions OF Idaho, who claim
for inmates, persons OF exclusive
character. Witness the institution
at Blackfoot, and that one strongly
suggestive of fortified position at
Boise. That was the time when we
had to work, some OF us so busy we
didn't have time to do anything but |
study. Witness our light studies |
taken this year. Some OF us then |
aspired to secure business educa-
ton, others had definite scientific |
leaning, others sought to be CLASH
lied, and all Of US tried to raise
some money to feed the illdeserving
seniors.
1t was that year that we gave that
play OF stunning statutes, Mrs.
Jarley's Wax Works" remember
Rip Van Wrinkle, the
hoary headed old william. Shyloek,
the statute of Liberty, cleaning
white above the lesser luminaries.
laughable sight, around the stage
In various attitudes of frozen like
nesses. But we raised our, money,
and later enjoyed the fruits thereof.
Now | come to the main part OF
this misdirected record. That of the
activities OF our present flowery
class, ESQ called because they are
the blooming idiots of the school,
that is, in the others classes estima-
Lion).
This part of my theme may turn
this way and that from ono topic
70 another, from individual to indi-
and from scene to scene.
nay not contne my remarks entirely
% our precious class, but to various
esser subjects, for example, the fac
lily, | realize that, in writing this
hat have to be careful, but ii some
hing | happen to say may strike
you as little rough, take it for
granted that | am trying to make
out of nothing.
We started out on our Senior
curse the second week in September,
-916. We filled to overlooking the
senior row, and spilled over into the
lext less desirable row.
We consisted of two species, the
anne as when we were Freshmen,
male and female. The male gender
vas, and is yet, of course, the most
road, Intellectual and illumed sec
ion OF the class, regardless of the
pinion of some of the less fortunate
lumans, styled, for want of q more S
bitable name, females. There is '
tmething about this said class of !
humans that | cannot understand. c
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