Elgin High School - Husky Tracks Yearbook (Elgin, OR)

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I was very interested in the new businesses that had been added during my absence, so I decided to look around a bit. First thing I ran into was an insurance office and to my amazement there sat Billie Lou Hath- ron behind the desk. I always knew Billie would go in for something like this, as she was always so talkative and determined. The poor man she appeared to be giving the sales talk to just hadn't a chance. Well, if it wasn't my old classmate Ernest Nicoson! I really felt sorry for Nick as he was always so meek and shy in school. Stick with it Nick! Continuing on down the street I happened to think about the Rex Theater and wondered if it was still as thriving as when 1 left. Advancing nearer, I caught sight of a prominent-looking citizen going into the theater. Why, Wendell Poffenberger, my old classmate! I didn't have any idea he planned on having a the- atrical career, but sure enough his name was in lights above the familiar old spot. Very anxious to see the new school house, I drove up past and just had to go in and look around. Going down the hall I passed an open door and who should I see but Helen Carper, sitting at the desk intensely in- terested in her first graders. Wandering on down the hall I ran into a couple of my former classmates, Verna Scott and Helen McDonald. They were back at the old school as representatives from the Power's Modeling School. After enjoying a short chat with them, I no- ticed it was getting late and I must be leaving. Just one more thing to complete a very happy and enjoyable day in my old home town, which was a drive on Nob Hill. Driving along I noticed built on the hill- side, an outstanding home with a blue roof. As I drove closer, I could see my old school-mate, Marcella Mc- Daniel, displaying her abilities as a mother. Apparent- ly there is a party, for surely they couldn't all be hers. Of course, one never knows! Seeing my time was up, I started on my return journey and then and there I decided not to let so much time elapse before another visit.

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After an absence of nearly fifteen years from my old home town I decided to return and see what new changes had been made and how many of my old classmates were still around. Just as I entered town I was startled by a car madly dashing up the street. I recognized it to be a classy 1940 Mercury and much to my surprise if it wasn't my old classmate Dorothy Boswell at the wheel. Seems to me I've seen that car before and after seeing Dorothy I suddenly remembered where. As I continued up the street I noticed three fam- iliar-looking faces and there were Betty Mae Nelson, Patricia Dunn and Marion Thompson. I found out later they had just returned from abroad as missionaries. Say, from the looks of things there still must be a man shortage as they all seemed to be surrounding a fam- iliar-looking gentleman who happened to be Pastor Simonsen. Now, girls even tho he is an old classmate, give him a little air'. Glancing on up the street, I noticed a smart look- ing grocery store with an attractive sign, 'r,Viles . Sons, across the front. Looking in the window I hap- pened to notice my old classmate, Jack Patten, behind the counter and I was happy to see he had made the grade. Who is the distinguished looking chap he is waiting on? I knew I should recognize him and sure en- ough it was Doctor Videll, physican and surgeon. Walking across the street, 1 decided to take a peek at the good old post office and who should I run into but my old friend La Neva Moore. I could hardly believe my ears when she started talking about General Payne. Seems just like old times, though, with La Neva either waiting to mail a letter or to receive one.

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LP5T LUILL RflD TESTRrnEnT We, the Senior Cliss of 1945-4o, do nereby will and bequeath this 22nd day of April, 1946, many diverse characteristics to the following members of the Stud- ent Body: I, Helen McDonald, bequeath my long finger nails to Billie Jean Wiles in the hope she won’t chew them. I, Billie Hathron, bequeath my quiet personality to Deva Clark in the hope that by the time she is a Senior, she is as quiet as I am. I, Helen Carper, bequeath my curls and hair rib- bons to Grace Kennedy. Don't forget to wear them! I, La Neva I. oore, bequeath my ability to write a letter every day to Peggy Nedrow in the hope she will keep the home fires burning. I, Dorothy Boswell, bequeath my ability to land a man to Juanita Hammack, in the hope she will have better luck in the future. I, Verna Scott, bequeath my flirting ability to Helen Cruikshank. Carry on kid! I, Betty Kelson, bequeath my good grades and per- sonality to Beulah Kennedy. I, Marcella McDaniel, bequeath my artistic ability to Wayne Johnson. Also my dirty looks to Ardith Thompson. I, Marion Thompson, bequeath my car to Colleen Blanchard in the hope she won't wreck it. Take it easy kid ! I, Patricia Dunn, bequeath my curly hair to Nancy Johnson. I also leave my height to Fern Kennedy. Hope you enjoy it more than I did. I, Lou Harwood, bequeath my dimples to Virginia Dunn. Don't forget to smile now Ginny! Also my trea- sury job to some unlucky Junior.