Albany Union High School - Whirlwind Yearbook (Albany, OR)

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 THE WHIRLWIND C J Senior Prophecy By Seymour Scandle Well, all I know is what I heard at the last sewing circle, but be that as it is, I am now touring the country for Silent Soup, Inc The other day I stopped at Seattle, where I heard Dr. Billie Templeton lecture on the advantages of having a zipper on your appendicitis operation. The talk was good, but he uttered several cutting remarks. On the street in front of my hotel I saw three white-clad figures. They looked so familiar that I threw my cigar butt into the gutter. Just as I expected, one of the men stooped to pick it up, and then I knew that I had found Ed Dooley, an old schoolmate of mine. With him were Jim Arthur, city garbage inspector, and Del Burkhart, first assistant broom pusher. I was greatly touched (seventy-five cents apiece) by these former schoolmates, but I bade them good bye and continued to my hotel. Whom should I meet in the lobby but Pete Whitney and John Conser. They were in the travelling salesman business for themselves, so they said, but they couldn’t stop to talk, because they were in a hurry to buy some lead for their gold bricks. I was at a loss as to what I should do to amuse myself when Virginia Trapp, operator of the hotel, told me that the Duedall brothers were in the vaudeville at the Fox Hollymount. I decided to go; consequently the beginning of the show found me in a seat on the main floor. I enjoyed the vaudeville, but as an added attraction Evelyn Worley sang a selection from the Opera Hollerloudski!” Since I had to travel along, I left the next morning for Portland on a Pacific Grey- hound bus, the driver of which was Joe Tate, an old friend of mine. Learning when in Portland that Mr. and Mrs. Oren Sudtell, the former Charlotte Lamb- erty, were leaving for China, I hurried to the dock to bid them bon voyage. Oren, the lead- ing banker of Portland, asked me to come on board and look over his staterooms. I became so interested that I began a thorough examination of the boat. In the engine room I saw Bill Barrett repairing one of the engines. Just before I left, I met Captain Howard Bever. I decided to see a baseball game that afternoon. Imagine my surprise to see the fleet- footed Perry Long playing shortstop for Portland. Gilbert Faxon managed the team. That evening I met Barbara Beam at the Eatalot cafe. She was overjoyed at having won a prize in a Steamo cigar contest. At the next table I saw Robert Penland, the great radio expert, and his wife, the former Viola Robertson of the 1932 class. The next day I left for Reno, thinking that Rupert’s Restaurant might order some of my goods. When I arrived, I was told that the owner, Baden Rupert, was out at lunch. I therefore, began to look around the town. On one of the largest buildings I saw a sign read- ing L. Misner, Divorce Lawyer. Since this was a chance to get out of the sun, I hurried up to his office. When I stepped into the waiting room ,whom should I see but Sam Bikman and his wife, Esther McKnight Bikman, waiting to get renovated. This pained me so much that I went out to dance away my troubles at the nearest night club. The owner of the club, 19

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 THE WHIRLWIND The Senior Class Will We, the class of 1932, sincerely wish to leave to others some of the knowledge and information that we have gathered through four years of effort. Our Albany High days are drawing to an end, and in a few short years Albany High graduates will be known in all our land. Some of us will strive for a higher education, others will enter into life differently, and some few of us may be lost to the world in which we have gained our experience. Therefore, we do make this will, we hope, to leave with the future classes our good will and friend- ship. Article One: To everyone left behind we wish a fond farewell and a sincere wish for continued good luck. Article Two: To the class of ’33 we will the title of Senior' and the job of upholding the dignity and honor of it, realizing, of course, that its members will never gain a greater height of honor, glory, and learning than that to which we, the class of '32, have already climbed. Article Three: To the members of the faculty, who played a very important part in our schooling, we express a sincere wish that maybe sometime they may have another class of equal ability. Article Four: To the freshmen and sophomores we voice the hope that someday they may be the beaming light that we have been. Article Five: Individual members of our class do bequeath the following: 1. I, Sam Bikman, leave to my brother George the ability to edit. 2. I, Dink” Templeton, bequeath my ability as trainer” to Bruce Fowler, and my name of Taxi driver to Howard Atkeson. 3. We, the Unholy Three—Sudtell, Templeton, and Whitney—do transfer our powers of leadership to Tiny” McKechnie. 4. I, Esther McKnight, will my ability to get” editors to Nadyne Bowman. 5. I, Marion Kennelly, do impart some of my ability to write, to Pat Hutchins and also my blonde hair and blue eyes to Cleo Fender. 6. Owing to the great carrying capacity of Bozo,” my ancient and honorable bone- shaker, I do donate to my brother, Robert Templeton, the said contraption in the hope that it will bring him good luck and loads. (Signed) WILLIAM LLOYD TEMPLETON. 7. I, Annette Ruthruff, do bequeath my coyness to Frances Glaisyer. 8. I, Maxine Willett, bestow my seventh period pssst-ing to Maurice Wright. 9. We, the Giggling Triumvirate—Lamberty, Beam, and Trapp—leave our success in getting around” Mr. Hudson to anyone who needs it. 10. I, Kenneth Curry, cede to Mr. Umphrey my oversize feet and my ability to welcome new girls to school. 11. I, Bob Ferguson, leave some of my tendency for big words to Paul Botes. 12. I, Baden Rupert, do surrender my ability to hand out gum to Jimmie Davis. 13. I, Lloyd Porter, furnish my two patented curling irons to Bill Moule in case he should lose his. 14. I, Vera Martin, leave my English class giggle to Morris Dowd. 15. I, Joe Tate, bequeath, bestow, give, hand over, contribute, leave, and donate my ability to sleep in salesmanship class to anyone who can get away with it. We, the class of ’32 do affix our hand and seal to this will on the 3rd day of June, 1932. 18

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 THE WHIRLWIND Senior Prophecy-Continued Alta Dawson, introduced me to one of the successes from my hometown. He was none other than Kenneth Curry, who was making his living as a gigolo. Concluding my business in Reno, I flew to San Francisco in Bill Anderson’s private plane. While standing on the street corner, I saw a twelve-cylinder Packard roll past driven by Pauline Ashton. I learned that she was living on the fat of the land, as she had married Frankie Bolton. At the village intellectual smelter (commonly called the University of Calif- ornia) I met Heze Burkhart. He was in a hurry, for he had an engagement to talk on how he had made his success. I had intended to go to Albany, where I make my home, to rest my nerves and con- template on how my schoolmates were making their successes. I guess, however, I had better make out the check for my alimony and go feed the wolf at the front door, so I’ll be seeing you. THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1932 Motto: The horizon widens as we climb. Colors: Sky blue and white. Flowers: Cecil Brunner roses and sweet peas. 20