Published by The Dalles High School Students, June edition, pages 48-50 SENIOR DEPARTMENT SALUTATORY I wish to welcome you, in the name of the class of 1919, to these closing exercises of our High School life. This is a time to which we have long looked forward. It has been our goal for these four years, the point for which we have been striving. And now that we have attained it, as we look back upon the way we have come, we realize how dear we shall hold these school years in the future. We have worked and played together, we have had our trials and joys, and together we have come this far. From here our paths diverge, each one to go his own way in life. We may meet occasionally, but we shall never be together as we have been here in school. Each one will have his work to do, and the ties that have held us will be broken, but we will always remember these days, and hold them apart from all others. We have gathered here tonight to review our school life, to recall many things that have happened during that time, and, in jest, even to prophecy what will be in the future. We have set aside this night, for this purpose, as all other classes have done before us, to show the lighter side of school life. It is fitting that such exercises should bring us to the end of our Senior year that we may carry away with us this last pleasing memory, so that in years to come we may have this added pleasure to look back upon and enjoy. It is not our intention to stop here, but we shall keep working, and reaching farther ahead for better things, attain still higher levels. To our teachers we leave our thanks for their kindness and patience in helping us, and guiding us to this end. They have done everything possible to make our work pleasant, and have not spared themselves. And to all those who have made these advantages possible we owe our gratitude. We have not realized, and we cannot realize now, what they have done for us, but later on our realization will come, and our gratitude grow in proportion. Now our time is to be given over to our Senior Class Day exercises, and in closing, I again wish to welcome you. CLASS HISTORY (Woman dressed in costume of a fortune teller, sits looking into a magic globe. Speaks to herself.) --As I sit looking into my magic globe there comes before me a vision - Ah! it is the old days coming back for a pleasant bit of reflection. What do I see? O, yes, as plain as day, a little schoolroom, and I believe it is the old Court Street school. Wait. I see familiar faces. Can that tiny girl with the long black hair and black eyes be the same Helen Jane Flinn that graduated in 1919? Yes, it surely is no other. Near her is Charlotte Thrall. How different she looks! As usual, she is whispering, first to a little girl, whose face is not familiar, and then to a little boy, in the corner, who frowns at the interruption. Can that little freckled faced boy be Donald Wilkinson? Yes, it is, and he is beginning his career in the world of education by diligently studying his numbers. I wonder what they are doing now. Perhaps they are performing in a fake game as I am doing. People who come to me for advice and other people's past, do not suspect that they are talking to a Western high school girl, instead of a genuine Egyptian Sorceress. It certainly is surprising what people will do for the "Almighty Dollar". Did I hear a knock at the door? Someone is coming to disturb my peaceful reverie. Someone who would delve into the past and bring back days that are gone to the land of the present. Will you come in? (Enter a stately appearing gentleman. A banker.) - Madam, they tell me that those who wish an insight into the past may come to you for aid. Is this so, and can you give me some information on the past of a young man who graduated from The Dalles high school, with the class of '19? His name is Ernest Kohler. I desire a young man of ability and clear past record to handle the Northern branch of my banking interests, and am considering this young man's application. I would appreciate any help you might give me. (Madam turns and reads globe) - Sir, in reading the globe, I find that this young man, Mr. Kohler, has lived the most of his life in The Dalles, Oregon. He began school in the first grade in a Chenoweth district school a few miles west of The Dalles. From there he went to the old Academy. His school records have been very good, and, being of a very quiet disposition, he managed very nicely to keep out of trouble, such as treatments with the rubber hose, and the like. All through his Senior high school career, he showed a strong tendency for athletics, and won several letters for his work. He was a valuable asset to the basket ball and base ball teams. Altogether, sir, I think you can rely upon this young man for the position you mention. (Gentleman thanks Madam and leaves.) (Madam, - to herself) - Yes, I remember Ernest. He started at the old Academy. I wonder who else I could find there. Let me see - (reads globe) - here is Lela Pashek, and over in this corner, all by himself and earnestly gazing out of the window, is Frank Becker. There is Helen Mayer. I remember quite distinctly how Helen used to borrow some one's parasol and then come out to the playground and pose for us, in true fashion sheet style. Oh! dear, some one else to interrupt. Come In! Continued. Submitted by Earline Wasser