Anatone High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Anatone, WA)

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Senior Class History There were six of us when the school doors opened in the fall of 1940. They were Neal Campbell, Clayton Stone, Diana Steigers, Donald Scheibe, Lois Wilsey, and Dean Forgey. Mrs. Boggan was our teacher. In our second year of school there was the same class and teacher. In the fall of 1942 we found ourselves in a different room with the same class with the exception of Diana Steigers, but we gained llene Werner. Miss Johnson was our teacher. The next fall we were again at the old school, only under the instruction of Miss Peterson. The fall of 1944 Neal Campbell and llene Werner left us. Miss Peterson was our teacher. After five years of school we were again looking at a different room. That year Lois Wilsey left us, but Jim Van- trease joined us after about a month of school, and Miss Russell was our teacher. The fall of 1946 found the same class starting as the school bell sounded. Patsy Simonson joined us that year, with George Scheibe the teacher. Patsy left us during the year and Wallace Blook came in. George Scheibe pulled us through with flying colors. The graduating class was Jim Vantrease, Clayton Stone, Wallace Blood and Dean Forgey. On September 3, 1948, four boys and one girl entered Anatone High School as freshmen. We were initiated by the sophomores and gave a return party a few days later. Barbara took part in the junior play, M'liss, and the boys were very active in boxing and basketball. Clayton Stone was class president and Mr. Lundquist was class advisor. The next year we came back to find that we had lost one of our class- mates. Clayton had gone to Clarkston. Barbara Amen took part in th» junior play, Just Ducky ; Jim Vantrease and Lowell Moore were active in boxing, Jim Vantrease and Dean Forgey were both on the basketball team. Dean was also on the debate team. Dean Forgey was class president and Mr. Newell was class advisor. In our junior year we had lost Lowell and gained Gary Bunton at the half of the term. This made four in our class again. We put on the play, Baby's Night Out.'' All of us had a part in it. The junior prom was put on in May. Jim and Dean were active in boxing and basketball. This fall we entered the school as high and mighty seniors. There were only three in our class, as Gary Bunton had left us. We all helped the juniors pu+ on their play, Date Bait. We put on the play, The Inner Willy. Jim and Dean were on both basketball and boxing teams and Dean was captain of the basketoall team. Barbara was editor of the school paper. Thus concludes the history of the class of 1952. ☆ ☆ ☆

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Seniors

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Senior Class Will We, the members of the senior class of Anatone High, will the follow- ing articles and effects to the Anatcne students: Barbara Amen wills her grades in U. S. History to any one whom Mr. Hayes thinks deserves them; her diamond ring to Verlene because hers wore in two; and her drums to Bud Amen. Dean Forgey wills his basketball ability to Bob Owens; his ability to stay away from girls to Jerry Boggan; and his ability to stay out of trouble to Gerald Lohman. Jim Vantrease wills his boxing ability to Donna Combs; and his car to Dwayne Hamilton so that he will have something to tinker with. He wills his dancing ability to Jim Weissenfels and his orneryness to Frank Scheibe. Senior Class Prophecy I was asked to write the prophecy for the graduating class of 1952. Knowing how hard it is to predict anything in these uncertain times, I decided to employ the services of a professional soothsayer. Naturally, I wanted the best I could get for the dollar and a quarter which I intended to spend, and believing in patronizing home industry, I called Donald Floch, a mystic of renown reputation. He granted me a consultation to take place at his office at 633 Snowbank Park Road. He promised to use his new crystal ball in which even I could see the future. I will now tell to you the series of scenes and events as they were revealed to me on this unforgettable first day of April, 1952. The huge ball, cradled in its wicker basket, suddenly cleared as I placed the buck and a quarter in its master' hands. Reflected in its clear surface was a huge television studio, I guess, although I've never seen one. The master of ceremonies was our own Dean Forgey and he was pass- ing among the audience giving orchids to the babies and chucking the old ladies under their chins. A placard was suddenly placed over the picture, reading: One of the foremost television shows of the year, 'Breakfast with Forgey.' The scene changed as if by magic. We were transported to a ringside seat at Madison Square Garden. We saw the audience wildly clapping. They seemed to be cheering for some one. It was the heavyweight cham- fion of th world, Jim Vantrease, who had just climbed into the ring. As e raised his hand in greeting, the crowd rose to its feet with a sudden, peculiar expression on all faces. I heard a frantic whisper, Professor Don's voice, saying, Another 5 cents! Hurry for sound effects! Diving quickly into my pocket, I fished frantically for the nickle, then after placing it in the Professor's hands, the most unearthly sound filled the room. Now I understood. It was me, Barbara Amen, singing the Star-Spangled Ban- ner. I could now understand the look of pain on the faces of that huge audience. I felt very low, myself, and blindly stumbled from the house. I mounted the motor bike I had borrowed from Leah Schneider and made my way, sadly, to my home.