Coquille High School - Laurel Yearbook (Coquille, OR)

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get a kick out of our work. If you ever hear 'Rag-Time Cowboy Joe,' listen in, that has been our theme song for fifteen years, now. Well, I can't say as I have ever heard you, my wife always switches off that program to tune in on those three harmonizers with Fred Waring's band, Mary Lou Newton, Sandra Neff, and Peggy Tomlinson. Say, did you know the former Miss Walton is very happily married and also still living in Coquille. I see her quite often, she brings her children to my office at least twice a year for dental check-ups. Young Phyllis is the very image of her Mother. Jim Howe, World War 11 Ace, jumps to his feet to propose a toast to Winifred Van Fleet, soda jerker, who was last year chosen Queen of the Mardi Gras. He is still having luck with his queen. I turn to my left to strike up a conversation with Ann Anderson, whom I haven't seen for years. Life keeps one busy these days, my dear. . . And how! I fly transports from New York to San Francisco, and it seems as though lately I never get time to hop up to Coquille to see George and little George. Say, we have a celebrity amongst us, you know. Bob Medley became famous during the war for his discovery of a secret weapon. Why, Andrew Briner, now I know where I saw you the other day, says Ann, suddenly. You are a street car conductor in San Francisco, aren't you? That I am, say, it sure was nice of Jeannette to fly all the way from Italy to be with us, wasn't it? Her husband fell in love with the place during the war, and they have been residing there ever since. Did you know that Mary June Foote is secretary to the famous Mrs. Berry? Donna Lue and Bill have a comfortable home in the city and a nice little ranch in Fairview Valley, now Mary June tells me that she enjoys her work very much. Thank you, Ben Howe, but I'm sure I couldn't possibly eat another bite How do you like Chicago? You have quite a business there, and how is Real Estate these days? Oh, better than average. LaVelle Roth is in Chicago, too, or have you already talked to her? She is starring in her fourth stage play, 'MacBeth'. Which brings back memories of Senior Literature, ah, yes. . . . What is this I see before me . . . Looks like a chocolate cake to me, Ben, says Jim Young, pitcher for the St. Louis Cardinals About then I got to talking with Frank Woodward who was sitting at my right. And so you live with Mrs. Woodward in New York City now, you really should look me up some time. Max and I have a gay time. Every evening I wait for her at the stage door with an immense bouquet of flowers, to scare off the young whippersnappers who are always trying to flirt with her. What is this younger generation coming to, anyhow, truly, I think they are shocking at times. What a pleasant meal it was, I know I shall never forget it! I sigh with content and lapse into solitary reminiscence as I fly by plane to my home in New York City. Dorothy May Beagle. Senior Mall of Same MOST POPULAR (Girl) Winifred Van Fleet FRIENDLIEST (Girl) Maxine Whereat BRAINIEST (Girl) Mary Lou Newton MOST ATHLETIC (Girl) Barbara Barrows MOST TALENTED (Girl) Dorothy Beagle WITTIEST (Girl) Louise Butler MOST BASHFUL (Girl) Sandra Neff BEST DRESSED (Girl) Virginia Lindsay PEPPIEST (Girl) Claudia Varney CLASS VAMP (Girl) Jeanne Boyle MOST BEAUTIFUL (Girl) Jessie Sherwood (Boy) Jim Howe (Boy) Frank Woodward (Boy) Ralph Meyers (Boy) Fritz Kunz (Boy) Kenneth Hooten (Boy) Ben Barton (Boy) Ben Howe (Boy) Philip Clausen (Boy) Vern Eldredge Jim Bunch CLASS SHEIK (Boy) De Wayne Mitchell CLASS GENIUS (Boyl Bob Medley MAY, 1944 17

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I, Dorothy Beagle, leave to help Whitman rewrite his Leaves of Grass . I, Frank Woodward, have left to find the Mikado. I, Waneta Wardrip, leave to answer a letter from Frank. I, DeWayne Mitchell, will my dashing mustache to Bud Meek. I, Marie Standley, leave this school. I didn't warn it, anyway. We three, being of sound mind and 4-F physically, do ordain and write our X in the space provided. Barbara Barrows-----------X------------ (Seal I Ben Barton----------------X------------ (Seal I Dorothy Beagle------------X------------ (Seal) Senior Class Prophecy Poetry, poetry, poetry—it's driving me mad—if only I could hit just the right word to rhyme with dithyramb. Oh, hello, Sarah—A special delivery letter for me? Thank you. Hmmmmmm, well what do you know! My Dear Miss Beagle: You are cordially invited to attend a reunion of the Class of '44 on May 19, 1964. We are happy to inform you that we have been able to get in touch with all the members of the class. Sincerely yours, Mrs. Lunelle Sullivan. Thus on the following Monday I find myself on the cool veranda of the former Miss Chapin's lovely country home near Swiftville, Texas. The door, a swinging pendulum of the past, opens, and I cross the threshold of twenty years. Dinner is served almost immediately and old acquaintances are quickly resumed. More carrots, Virginia? says Fritz. Yes, thank you, replied Miss Lindsay, the Florence Nightingale of World War II. I understand, Fritz, that you have changed your name to O'Conner and you and Jeanne Boyle are dancing in the new show that has opened at the 'Dimout',- Marshfield's gala nightspot. (How quaint, but I mean, really it's astonishing, you know!) And you. Miss Oden, it must be perfectly wonderful doing stenographic work for such a handsome senator as Ralph Meyers. My dear, did you know that Jessie is owner of the Exclusive Dress Shoppee in town? Why, I wouldn't buy my clothes anywhere else. I passed the tuna fish to Barbara for we always did love it. She is the owner of a large tuna cannery now, and Phil Clausen and Jim Peart provide her with the fish, who are in turn provided with bait by Ed Stevenson. Do you see Woody often, Gwen? I hesitantly inquired. Only every morning across the breakfast table, she says. I married him fifteen years ago. Oh, thank you, Glenda, yes. I'd like a little more milk, please You mean to say you and Maxine and Claudia have been dancing with the New York 'Rockets' for several years? My dear, I believe you are worthy of a toast. Many remarks are being made on the beauty of Miss Chapin's home and she informs us that Kenneth Hooten designed it for her. Louise, I've just been waiting for an opportunity to congratulate you on your marvelous singing. I never fail to tune in on the 'Sinatra and Butler, Swing 'N' Swoon Hour', says Marie enthusiastically. Oh, thank you, Marie, and you are still living in the Metropolis of Coquille, aren't you? That's right. My children are doing very well in music this year and I'm so proud of them. My youngest studies piano under the able direction of Waneta Wardrip. Oh, and Jim Bunch is my dentist. Remember when you extracted my lowers last fall? How very well I do remember, replies Jim, but Coquille is not the town it used to be, eh, Vernon? By the way, where have you been keeping yourself lately? Haven't you ever heard the Coquille Wranglers broadcasting daily over KOOS? That's us, I mean Ben Barton, DeWayne Mitchell and I. We certainly 16 THE LAUREL

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