Orland High School - El Trojan Yearbook (Orland, CA)

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anion Uanophecgf As I wipe the dust from my crystal ball, Iwonder what's in store for my classmates and me. Ah ------ ! It is clearer now, and I see the face of an angel. Why -- that's strange! This angel has horns. Oh well. What's that you're saying? You say you have a little forecast about the Senior Class of 1950. Well, go right ahead. We'll listen. I am the Guardian Angel of your class. It is now the year 1970. Five years ago some of the present seniors and I were making a world tour. We were approaching the strange island of Bambo Whambo. We were hours late because Captain Rey Jonnson had been going around in circles -- as usual -- until the first mate, that mental glam Enias -IQ Schneider, came to our rescue. As we skipped down the gang plank, Frankie Dutra, the jolly little cabin boy, waved us a cheerful farewell. While walking along the cobbled streets, we ran smack into a stripped down Sarbageitruck, emblazoned with the names 'Gates and Piazzo, Collectors De Luxe'. They seemed to be having a little trouble trying to get one of the containers on the truck, but after they, ably assisted by Melvin Alves, pulled L52 Rulon out, they had no more trouble. Just then another tantalizing aroma tickled our nostrils. We tracked it down around a corner where we found Darlene Hutchins teaching Neal Oglesby how to make cupcakes. lFor better or worse 'PJ Now don't get the idea that Darlene and Neal owned the bakery shop, for no one in Bambo Whambo ovmed anything. Close by we discovered that champion of baby-sitters, Clifford Thomas, fast at work.1 The islanders had just held an election. The mayor was none other than Ernest Boracci Esq. Because we met him just outside his mansion, he invited us in. The trip through left us literally breathless. tHe didn't make those long runs for nothing, back in '49.l Once again on the cobbled street we found two snake -charmers, Wes Hancock and Ady Stokes, using their charms on two girls, Frances Louderback and Bernice Westfield, M. G. M. stars, on vacation. Further along on a huge lawn, we spotted Shirley Ashcroft teaching the baby ducks how to waddle. Just then one of us remembered that LaVon Nichols had a big house on the island -- one about the size and shape of the local Purity Store. We inquired the way from two snappy looking policemen who were dead ringers for Frankie Aletto and Tommy Brown. After ringing the doorbell for an hour, the butler, Tommy Zuniga, directed us in his usual dignified way to the reception hall. While waiting, we were enterta ed with a piano solo, Long, Long Ago, by LaVon herself. There in another room was the parlor maid, Carol Lathrop, having quite a time making Eunice Norby and Doris Prichard work while she sat munching on a piece of hardtack that she had swiped from the cook, Irene Jorgensen. Amid a great clatter and bang came the milkman famed for lifting ten cases of milk with his left hand and, on the other hand, talking to two cuties, Mariljg-1 Johnson and Carolg Smith. Of course, our Samson was none other than Don Frailey.

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NAME EQALLED QESIM 11125. LaVon Nichols Elmice Norby Neal Oglesby Gary Peck Anthony Piazza Doris Pritchard William Reece Leo Rulon Donna Samuelson Daniel Schneider Donald Severs Neale Sivesind Carolyn Smith Frances Smith George Smith Eileen Snyder Ady Stokes Barbara Taylor Clifford Thomas James Thomasson Gary True Virginia Vereschagin Margaret Anne Welch Bernice Westfield Willard Wilson Yvonne Yearian Pat Young Tommy Zunlga Kay Parker Leon Embrey Rodney Lane Lonnie Eunice Oggie Bush! Tony Pluttol Jr. or Bill Rulon Sammon Dan'l Don Sive Smidget Fran George Eileen Ady Bob Curly Jimmy Gary Lee PGSSY Be nice Willard Y-von Patsy Lover Kathy Luke Rodney Second Betty Hutton A Shorthand Teacher Farmer Hunter in Alaska Bone Doctor Woman wrestler Owner of Bucke's grocery Super salesman Dentist's wife Scientist Chauffeur World's greatest tuba player Old Maid Cashier in Bank Undertaker Farmerette Texas Cowhand Scrubwoman in Empire State building Business English Teacher Elevator operator Weight lifter College Prof. Housewife Owner of Orland Theater Hermit Burlesque dancer Married life Fuller brush salesman Ranch owner Marines Newspaper editor A Wiggle A nice handwriting Girl Friend Football shoulders lit-al curly hair Dislike for teasers Good looks! Ability to sell tickets No noise No driver's license Wavy hair A good disposition Four -bits Black hair ? Pretty hair Pretty eyes That tired look Nice hair Ability in English ? A cute girl friend Red hair Brains ? A husband A job A sense of rhythm Nice legs A Buick? Foot in door Natural blond hair A personality Imagination CAUSE OF DEATH Knock Knees Shorthand Drinking too much burnt water Hit by a skunk Old age Men! No groceries Beat to death by a hummingbird The Barn No science No car Swallowed by a tuba Loss of money The Barn A car that runs No truck Up too late at night Toothache Business English Another beau for M. G Too much weight That guy's driving A divorce Giggling girls Girl kissed him G-string murder No Buick Hit with a broom Embarrassment No car No newspaper

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Hearing a disturbance outside, we peeked through the window to see Phoebe Bowlen and Mary Cragor arguing over how to hang up the washing. Phoebe, being an authority on the subject, won out but not before the duet was made a quartette by the arrival of Reynardine Christian and Ray Lyon. Just then His Honor the Mayor was amiounced. He was escorted by his bodyguards, those supermen, Richard Brouse and Willard Wilson. The mayor apologized for the delay of Tommy Kalb, the Frank Sinatra of Whambo, because the crooner was getting a new permanent from the Toni twins, Dorma Samuelson and Frances Smith. That house was just teeming with talent. The famous band leader, QQ Reece, was teaching Virginia Vereschagin on the big Steinway how to play piano in ten easy lessons so that she could accompany Yvome Yearian, voted the torch singer of the year. Down the hall was a really touching scene: Kenneth James, Mr. America of 1960, taking drama lessons from Rosalie Basman, Charm School director. A sudden delighted scream drew us to the window again. Admiring throngs stood around the mayor's new car, a Rolls Royce, delivered by the company's agents, Gary True and George Smith. After a few days on the island, we sensed that all was not well. War was declared by neighboring despots, Marvin Forbes and Jimmy Thomasson. They had bought a new type of machine glm that was designed to smell out the inhabitants of Bambo Whambo. One whiff -- and Whambo, Bambinoesl They had given the inventor, Frankie Lauck, Sl00,000 for his marvelous device, but rumor had it that the money had mysteriously disappeared. Could it have been the notorious bandit, Qi. Kayser, who had spirited it away? That was one problem that kept the chief of police, Gary Martin, quiet -- for a time. That same evening, James McLean, a newspaper reporter who also printed student body cards for pin money, strangled on his own words -- he used such big ones. However with the aid of a dictionary, Dr, E Young and her trusty staff, Neale Sivesind, Bob Moranda, Sue, Cunningham, and Don Severs, the literary world did not lose one of its brilliant young writers. But in the midst of all the uproar, a hero appeared. Gary Peck, the community barber, saved the islanders from extinction. He sneaked over to the neighboring island, spiked the super machine gun with a razor blade, and accompanied by manicurists -- Eileen Snyder and Bethel McCauley, presented the disabled gun to the city fathers. Peggy Welch, well-knownartist, designed a fitting monument for it. After all the excitement had subsided, Joyce Glenn 1152 caused another flurry by stealing the blueprints of the gun from Frankie and burning them. The last we saw of the inventor was the time that Ili Levet was trying to interest him in a hope chest guaranteed moth-proof, thief-proof, and hope-proof. A day or so before our visit was ended, who should come breezing in but Barbara Taylor, the famous movie director, to obtain local color for her latest picture, starring those tough hombres, Rodney Lane and Leon Embrey. The title of this super-colossal epic was to be ------- . Oh, isn't thata shame! My crystal ball has clouded over, our Guardian Angel has honked hi horns, and that's all there is, there isn't any more. S