Jacksonville High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Jacksonville, OR)

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I decided to stop in at the Groceteria and get a coke to celebrate my- good fortune. NMay I help you?' said the waitress at the fountain. nYes, I'd like a large coke, with lots of icen, at this I looked up. Under- neath the starched waitress cap was Mary Jo Hall. I guess it really is a small world. I asked her if she had seen Arnold lately. She hadn't, but she said she'd help watch for him. After telling her the way to my home, I was off. There seemed to be something wrong with my Cadillac, so I drove into a near- by service station, which turned out to be the address on the next card. The attendant came up to me, and even through the grease I recognized Gene Gemaeh - lich. I told him to check the car and see if he couldn't do something to fix the radio. I was to pick the car up the next day. I called a cab, so I could go home and plan the next day's course of action. The yellow auto drove up and out hopped Bob Misener, as short as ever. He opened the door for me, climbed into the driver's seat, and we were off. He sat awfully tall in the seat, which I couldn't understand, but when he got out to open the door again, I discovered his secret. Two pillows in the front seat. Before I went in, I informed him of the reunion, and he promised to come. The next morning when I went to get my car, I invited Gene, and drove off with the car in perfect condition. I tuned the radio to some music. It was a platter party, and the disc jockey was playing old records and singing along with them. That voice! I knew it l I headed for the radio station and arrived just as Bill Gibson was signing off. we chatted about old times for a while, and I asked him to bring his favorite records to the party, and be prepared to sing. Only a few cards were left. I noticed the next address was on the Applegate so I decided to go right then, and enjoy the drive. As I was about to leave town, a new structure caught my eye. It was a trinket shop, and I couldn't resist going in. A tall man with a debonair moustache stood under a sign which read nGold Yo-Yos Only 3239.98u. I thought that would be a clever item to have around home , so I stepped up to the counter. I recognized the tall man to be Ron Craig, another old classmate. A woman was seated at the other end of the counter by the cash register, poring over account books. As I was talking to Ron about his unique business, she looked up and said, nYou should see all the rich idiots that buy these thingsn. The bookkeeper was Norma Huffman. After getting over the first surprise of seeing them, I asked them to attend the reunion. I also inquired about Arnold, but with no luck, II decided not to buy one of those sill yo-yosll. I then continued my trip into the Applegate in search of Monk Cooper. I'd driven over miles of winding road, finally pulled off to the side, and started up a path when I heard the report of a rifle. A minute later monk came down and- apologized for the shot. He thought I was one of those government agents called Wrevenuersn. When I invited him to the reunion he asked if he should bring some of the refreshments. I declined the offer, however, but he said he would still attend. A Since Charles Roesberry still lived in the vicinity, I decided to see him next. I found him studying his college text books dilligently. He was still going to S.O.C.E. and was majoring in 'English Literatureu. Another of my classmates was an actress in Hollywood, and since my time was running out, I sent her invitation by telegram. The reply said, nLove to Come- Darling. Can I bring My Husband?u It was signed NYvonne Gemaehlich Hartu. I wanted to locate Arnold to make the class complete, so I went to the new- paper office to place a notice in the Personals. According to my next card, I would find Edythe Thomas there, She was not only there, she was the owner, edi- tor, reporter, correspondent, typesetter, and janltress. I placed my notice, ask ed her to the reunion, and went home to make arrangements for catering and de- tails. The day came, and we were all assembled on the front lawn, listening to Heney Taylor playing Beethoven's Fifth on his violin. He was a very imposing figure- in his white tie and tails. I can't understand why he began playing Hlonghairn- Music. I remembered him as always having a crew cutl It was time for refreshments so I rang the bell as a signal to the caterers. The first four made it down the front steps easily, but the last one had an un- fortunate accident. His plate of teacakes had started to slip, and as he tried to balance it, he missed a step and fell flat amidst my flowers. I was furious and went up to him to give him a piece of my mind, When I got nearer to him, I got the surprise of my life! It was Arnold! Well, that's the story of our class reunion in 1972. It was lots of fun. You ought to try it sometime! lo

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Studying, tests, dances, report cards, games, etc. of twelve years with one piece of paper was a question unanswered by us, but we gladly accepted them. Then, after four years, the doors were again opened to us, and we went out. We took with us our education and our memories, our friendships and hopes. We had embarked upon a new chapter in our lives. Qniov Pop ec w my Q Sw' e I 9 -pi vga ,L safe es: y y y X E. J- ' 'Clif' ,f .X It was a beautiful day, just like this, when the thought came to me. I fSue Sandelll couldn't put it out of my head, so I decided to humor myself, and I will tell you what happened as a result. I was sitting on my vgranda, thinking back twenty years ago to the time of my highschool graduation. he words class reunion hit me with such force I had to yield to pondering the possibilities. I finally decided to look up as many of my ex-classmates as I could find, and hold the reunion here at my estate on Daisy Creek. First, I went to the old schoolhouse in search of D.G. Wienecke, our ex- class advisor. KHe was still teaching the course in Hcommon sensen.D When I asked if he could help me locate my old class, he said he would give me the ad- dress of Al Guches, who now owned the nDefective Detective Agency . He was sure Al would be able to give all the information I needed. I walked into the Agency office the next afternoon and was almost bowled over by the sight of Dovie Sheperd, now receptionist and secretary for this growing concern. She took me in to see her boss, and I presented my problem . HI can help you find all but oneu, he said. nThat one is Arnold Niedermeyer. He's just disappeared.N He got our his files, and ave me the address of each classmate but Arnold. I thanked him, invited him ?and his secretaryl to the reunion, and left. The first address was nCare of the Police Stationn. I hurried down, and found Sargeant Greenamyer giving a verbal beating to three rookies, Jim Adams, Leonard Black and Norman Stephens. nListen you guys......take out those arch supports! Do you want to disgrace- the whole force?' He then noticed me and I was greeted heartily by all four. I informed them of the reunion, asked them to keep an eye peeled for Arnold, and proceeded on my way. I was hurrying down the street toward the Groceteria, when I met a walking bundle of groceries. We collided, and when I finally picked myself out of the eggs and milk, I discovered Fred Starboard had been underneath those groceries. A very distracted lady with six red-headed children came running up to us lamenting, nMy groceries, my food....my goodnesslu She had recognized me and I recognized Darlyne Moore. Two more old friends were now found and invited. 15

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-1 T 1- -zu- ' 1 We, the Senior Class of 1952, being of sound mind Kany rumors to the con- trary are based on circumstantial evidence only, and are completely unfoundedl, reliable character, and joyful spirit, do hereby will and bequeath this, our last will and testament, to anyone who wants what wa have to will and be- queath. To Mr. Boyd, we will and bequeath many more years of success and hap- plness. To the faculty, we will and bequeath more students like the 'Almighty Seniors' of 1952. CThis horrible tragedy couldn't happen to nicer people U To the junior class, we will and bequeath the rapturous hours spent in the make-up room for cutting classes and other miscellaneous deeds. To the sophomore class, we will and bequeath the wisdom of the seniors and we hope you use it to as much advantage as we did! To the freshman class, we will and bequeath the right to look down on next year's freshmen. I, Bill Gibson, do hereby will and bequeath my knowledge and good grades in physics to anyone dumb enough to take it! I, Ronald Cral 5 do hereby will and bequeath my quiet and studious ways in Englis o g Richard Souza. I, Dovie She erd, do hereby will and bequeath my quiet ways to a certain junior oy. o mentioning any names, his initials are Tom WallJ I, Susan Sandell, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to get l's to Joan Gwin and D5nna Davfes, in hopes that it will bring their averages up to 3's. I, Claire Coe er, do hereby will and bequeath the still that was willed to me by my ro er ve who got lt from Jerry Pawlowski, to Andy Anderson,hoplng he won't let this grand old tradition die. I, Yvonne Gemaehlich, do hereby will and bequeath my shorthand ability to Paul Greene to help Him keep his diary up, with his fast-moving life! I, Ed the Thomas, do hereby will and bequeath my bottle of asperin to next year's nnua or. false the headaches to go with 1t.J I, Bob Misener, do hereby will and bequeath my newly acquired glasses to Don Greene, who Is already blind as a bat. I, Norma Huffman, do hereby will and bequeath my studious and guiet ways to Carol Scanlon, who already possesses these fine qualities. I, Jr. Ta lor, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to do Algebra to Mar- vin Maxwe . I, E ene Gemaehlich, do hereby will and bequeath nothing to nobody because I have use or every ng I possess. I, Al Guches, do hereby will and bequeath the curly locks of hair I cut off on February 3, 1952, to Mr. Boyd, who looks as if he could use them. I, Mar Jo Hall, do hereby will and bequeath my bashfulness to Carol Scan- lon, w o cou sure use ltl l, Frederick Starboard, do hereby will and bequeath anything to anyone 1 wants . I, Arnold Niede er, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to get any girl, tT'Don ay, n e hope that he uses it to better advantage than I did! I, Charles Roesberr , do hereby will and bequeath my great 'knowledge' of Sha espeare o any unsuspecting junior who hasn't heard about English IV. E-W