Boistfort High School - Rainbow Yearbook (Curtis, WA)

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Alkj, fliihfgf l1lf9 The year is 1977--and much, much, has happened in the past twenty years. The lazy little communities of Curtis and Klaber have expanded almost overnight into a bustling city of over 50,000 inhabitants. Five years ago the towns united and renamed the city, Curber. Much of their growth came as a result of the fame of the 1957 graduating class of Boistfort. Some of the energetic citizenry tore down the old building, leased some more land, and built a fabulous new school, which now sprawls, solemn and dignified, over seventeen acres. Boistfort now has an enrolJ.rnent of nearly 7,000 students and is rated the best educational institution in the Pacific Northwest. Well, what has happened to the 1957 graduates? Well, first let's look towards the nation's capitol, washington, D. C. Center your at - tention on the Mint. who is that lone, feminine figure huddled over a monstrous gold and mahogany desk alternately dictating to her automati: secretary and answering one of her sixteen teeveephones? Why, it's Mrs. Linda Vanderbogg, who used to be Linda Mueller in the good old days. She is now Secretary of the Treasury. Seeing that she is so busy, we shall not disturb her. As we wander over to the shade of the cherry trees, whom dowe see snooping like mad through the air in a miniature ,jet plane, but the well-known Mr. J. Michael Keller! 'Test-piloting another Wilson Jet? we 3hOuto 'Yup 8 he shouts back. Wanna take a ride? That is an agreeable suggestion, so we hop on and swoop off. Mr. Keller obligingly chatted all the way to Hawaii, where the Wilson Jet- mobile Factory is located. Upon arriving, we see Mr. Wilson, in Pana- ma hat and Bermuda shorts, remonstrating with a factory worker about a mistake in the Ladies' Model Jetmobile. He sees us and waves. How did that new plane test out, Mike? He calls to our friend. Like clockwork, man, like clockworkl' exclaims J. Michael with pride. Say, Gary, says J . Michael, suddenly serious, Remember when we graduated in 1957 at old B. H. S., the class decided to have a re- union in twenty years? Well, it's almost time 1 Say, you' re right! We might as well get moving with it now. with that, Mr. Wilson presses a silver button on his sugpenders and barks, Alma, you're starting your two-weeks vacation as o now. Pick up your jet as you come out. Five seconds later, we are joined by Miss Alma Gillespie, who is Head Operator of the Radar-Control Switchboard which controls the nation's highwaves. Because of her constant alertness and devotion to her work the past fifteen years, accidents in the air are now practical- ly nil. 'All aboard I. yells J . Michael, and offwe go. A half-hour later, we sight the Mississippi River. 'Yoo-hoo, Admiral Gillaspie, we're landing I. Alma yells. There- upon we plunk on deck of the MARTIAN MAID, a plastic - steamboat which is navigated on the Mississippi and Amazon Rivers by Admiral Lois Gillas- pie in her spare time. She is Admiral of the Universal Nations' Women's Navy during work hours. Ahoy L smiles the Admiral. Getting ready for our reunion? Yup I replies J. Michael. You free to leave? Yes. Everything's in order. I've already dropped anchor I With that, she hops on her jetmobile and heads west, with the rest of us right behind. Soon, the city of Laulainen appears in the distance 3 amd in the midst of the city, rises the majestic spires of the United States

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