Powers High School - Cruiser Yearbook (Powers, OR)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the class of 1952, of Powers High School, Powers, Oregon, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament: I, Loretta Joy Mann Being of sound mind and short body do hereby will to Willene Caver my inability to concentrate in class; to Darleen Stanley I do hereby will my ability to take two years in one. I, Winifred Fuller, being of weak mind and sound body do hereby will my ability to hold my temper to Janette Shawver and my ability to be quiet to Emma Nell Smith. I, Mary Francis Caver, being of weak body and sound mind, do hereby will to Darleen Stanley my ability to go with short boys and to Madelon McMahon my ability to love em and leave em. I, Phyllis Jean Clark, being big headed and slim bodied do be- queath my inability to get married to Nina Alowineand my affec- tion for Myrtle Point boys to Ines Alowine. I, Duane Brady, being of sound mind and strong body do hereby will my ability to play basketball to Harry Ademack and to Ken Wooden I bestow my ability to drive. I, Jean Ann Anderson, do bestow my love of school upon Lynn Post with the hopes that he will be there more next year. SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Of course we all remember the graduation class of 1952, but in this year of 1972, we can just heave a little sigh that fate should plan such a course in life ahead of these six talented and learned seniors.

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A mountain guide may not be the most feminine job in the world for a woman but our little Frankie Caver doesn't seem to mind. You've never in all your life seen anybody scamper up the Mata Horn as this woman does. She told me personally there is nothing more exhilarating than to stand on the top of this famous peak and peal out a swiss yodel that can be heard for miles below. Such a voice! I could have sworn I saw the mountain trembling. While visiting the casbah in Egypt, I chanced upon the very secluded Cafe Tamberline as the throbingof the native orchestra started up. To the haunting rhythum, out of a spangled door way slinked the exotic snake dancer, Winifred Fuller. In old Powers High she always seemed so quiet and demur, well one never knows does one. Low and Behold! Who would have ever dreamed such a thing of Jean Anderson who has become the greatest torador in all Mexico. Her dash and vigor, a sight you will never forget, and a red flag is all it takes to outsmart the bull. She has won national aclaim throughout all Mexico for her numbleness and bravado. Although Jean’s parents were very much against her bull fighting career, it was a wild urge she couldn't overcome. We wish her every happiness and long may she throw the bull. Sad as it may seem Duane Brady has been falling lower and lower in his singing career. Just drop into the Red Eye saloon on the bowery in New York any night of the week and you will see him leaning on the piano with a glass of beer in his hand sobbing out a melancholy school song. We didn't think a bowery boy would be the final outcome of this very prominent Powers lad of yore. We are all hoping he will pick up. The great Sherlock Holmes has come to life at last, so Scot- land Yard reports, in the form of Phyllis Clark. We hear she’s on a very secretive case here in our little community of Powers. A