Federal Way High School - Secoma Yearbook (Federal Way, WA)

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We made a short stop in England where a sailor, named ROBERT RICE had a hard time breaking away from his sweetheart, CONNIE THIEDERMAN, a Red Cross Nurse-but before long I found out there was also MARGARET GREY, the cute little farm-maid in Scotland, the Countess COLLEEN Mc- GAUGHAN in Ireland, SALLY TAYLOR the Parisian model, in France, BARBARA CRUSE, the great skier, in Switzerland, and in fact, a girl in every port. Anyway, we headed out to sea again,-object, China! Again the sea grew rough, and stuffed with pills, I again picked up my magazine, Oh, to be back home again and to see PEGGY SEWALSON and GORDON LENKE in their latest movie! Mmmm! ORLYNN BARNETT and his partner, GEORGE MARCH, are enlarging their plastic manufacturing concern again. A millionaire's wife just had her third set of quadruplets. Mrs. CORRINE OHLSCHLAGER fCLARKJ, was her name. Oh, and the great institutor of forest preservation, JERRY SWEENEY, was turning to Honest Politics under his wife's, DARLENE DeJARDINE. coaching. Finally we reached China, where we were greeted by the U. S. Ambassador to China, JANET MORELAND. She took us around to meet some people of Peiping, where we were delighted to meet JERRY WHITE, the man who intro- duced the Serve-U-Self laundry in China. We also met JIM DONNELL, a U. S. Missionary. However, our visit soon ended and we returned home. The only thing to mention about the return trip was that I finished a blazing novel written by ALTA WILSON, and that I couldn't sleep nights because two fellows, BILL DURNELL and HARRY BEATY, just two cabins away, were evidently plastered and were singing in rather tipsy voices, It is Later Than You Think. Upon returning home we had some trouble getting through a mob of old retired fishermen, among whom we recognized DICK HILTON and RICHARD SMITH. After this ordeal we at last reached the MARY ANN ESTERGREN Building, where we turned in our report on China to RUSSELL SAGE, the famous radio commentator, said hello to DON MECHAM, the engineer, and then went to the fashionable JERRY KAISER Night Club, where we were waited upon by a luscious blonde named HELEN FREBERG, and watched Bubbles LYNNEA HARRISON, JOAN WOODRUFF, and PATTI SPATZ dance as TYRELL GAWLE, the former opera star, sang. Ho hum! The voyage is complete, another day is yet to come, but not half as exciting as seeing old pals again.

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enior Clay froplzecy it We are standing on thc boat dock, waiting to board the U. S. S. Review. built by the WAYNE STANLEY Steamship Company. It is the year 1970. The whistle blows and the crowd surges aheadg the band plays. and Mayor EARI, SHAW bids us a fond farewell. After boarding, we stand on deck, watch- ing the receding shores of Seattleg then search until we find our neat little cabins. No sooner had we begun to settle down than we heard a crash. Running out on deck we find that our liner has brushed sides with a dingy little tug, run by Tug Boat ROSIE JARRETT. who is giving the captain of our ship, GENE SEWARD, a good tongue lashing. Before long we are again under way. On the way back to our cabin we became so interested in watching two rich celebrities, ROBERT ROGERS and RUFUS LITTLEFIEI D, that I accidentally stumbled into a pail of water, left there by some negligent sailor. ROBERT I-IITCHCOCK ran up, apologizing profusely as he began again to mop the deck. He had deserted his work for a minute to tell his fellow-sailor, VERNON DOCTOR, that the ship's cook, CHARLES BRAGG, was thrown in the lioose-gow for sneaking food to MARIE BODINE and ELAYNE FUGERE, stow-21-ways aboard the ship. just thcn a small sea-plane began buzzing us, and wondering what was going on, we watched it closely, to soon diseover it was MARGARET HERR trying to scc a baseball game on deck. BILL DANIELS was up to bat, and made a homer-f right through the plane's window. The water began to get rough, so we retired to rest a bit. Here I found the magazine we bought before leaving, so I began to read it. 'Wdll,:iit seems WESLEY YOLNGCHIID has drilled another oil well in Five Mile Lake DR. MARVEN DAVIS has just discovered a new medicine for the seven- year itch. There is a picture ol' the increasingly popular Puget Sound Philharmonic Orchestra. I recognized the fellow seated at the piano as FRANK MARKS, and there is BILL DURKEE in the clarinet section. There with her back to us is their director .IO ANN DESCH, one of the worlds' first woman conductors. Suddenly the ship begins to really lurch and before long, the ship's doctor, GERALD KILCUP, was at my bedside feeding me pills. Two days later I was feeling better, and ventured out onto deck. just olT to portside was a very small, picturesque island, said to be inhabited by six women- -HELEN JOHNSON, ELSIE ARNDT, BARBARA ROUSH, IRENE DAVIS, JOAN ATKINS, and MARY BRANNAN, who were shipwrecked there three years before, but dis- gusted with modern life and men, refused to leave their small isle. We were just entering the English Channel and had to detour a bit to miss CAROL VALLEN- DER and MARY .IO EMANUEL, who were having a swimming race across the Channel. QI later heard that a small dog, traind by MARIAN PERRY. beat both of them.j 2

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S SENIOR CLASS WILL Elsie Arndt, will my quiet ways to Florence Wilhelm. Harry Beaty, will my unusual way of playing basketball lon the lloorj to Vernon Spangler. Orlynn Barnett, will my height to Ronnie Johnson. Marie Bodine, will my Student Body Treasurer job to any mathematically minded character. Charles Bragg, will my typing troubles to anyone Mrs. Aldridge thinks should have them. Mary Brannan, will my long hair to Chirlee Rochester. Barbara Cruse, will my ink-stains and glue smudges to next year's annual editor. Bill Daniels. will my speech troubles to Mr. Root. Irene Davis, will my prompter's job to anyone who has the patience. Marvin Davis, will my radical ideas to Johnny Benton. Darlene De Jardine, will take Jerry with me. Jo Ann Desch, will leave the Frosh. P. E. class in hopes that they will forgive me for everything I have done to them. Vernon Doctor, will my good history grades to some senior next year. Jim Donnell, will need my shiny teeth so I will forfeit my chance to will them. Bill Durkee, will my bad times with Mr. Root to anyone who will rid me of them. Bill Durnell, will my experiences with Cookie and Crumb to Don Ferguson. Mary Jo Emanuel, will leave here cool, calm, and collected. Mary Ann Estergren, will leave my beautiful black hair to Helen Nichols. Helen Freberg, will a small percentage of my wit to Verla Brinson. Elayne Fugere. will my ability to get along with my teachers to Dave Schuur. Tyrrell Gawle, willingly give my nickname of Mimi to anyone who desires such a thing. Margaret Grey, will my ofiice work to Mae White. Lynnea Harrison, will never write my own excuses again. Margaret Herr, will my job of chairman of poster committees to lkfarcellyn Barnett. Dick Hilton, will leave well-worn copies of Hi-Ho Sing Gaily to next year's Chorus. Rosemary Jarrett, will keep the memories of my romance with Harry Beaty in the senior class play Helen Johnson, will tend to my knitting elsewhere. Bob Hitchcock, will my shyncss to Nyall Gordon. Jerry Kaiser, will my artistic ability to George Woodruff. Jerry Kilcup. will NO claims to Janice under any conditions. Gordy Lenke, will my sensclessness to pain caused by broken bones to Gary Coby. Rufus Littlefield, will will everything I have for one week-end in Canada. George March, will my g'Hot Rods to lyfargie IVishard. Frank Marks, will my Frankie Carle traits to Don Bernard. Colleen McCaughan, will my artistic touch with cosmetics to Sally Sherrard. Don Mecham, will my motor scooter to Lenny Kolstad. Lorraine Michaelson, will all my troubles that come with married life to Lois Reed. Janet Moreland, will leave a well-worn gavel to the next Student Body President. Corrine Ohlschlager lClarkj. will give some gnod advice to any one who wants it on How To Bc Happily Married. Marian Perry, will my tall tales to Davie Adams. Robert Rice, will gladly leave. Bob Rogers, will all the lines in Accidents Will Happen that I learned to say in Spanish to Lyle Kenny. Me Pardone. Barbara Roush, will leave my shy ways to Shirley Teabo. Russell Sage, will my spectacular ability to catch flies to any Poor Fish. Peggy Sewalson, will my horrible nickname of Pessy Mae to anyone just so long as I get rid of it. Gene Seward, will my sleepless nights just to get rid of them. Earl Shaw, will leave and toot my horn some .vhere else. Richard Smith, leave my low I.Q. in hopes someone can raise it. Pat Spatz, will all my cashmeres to Gail Fields. Wayne Stanley, will leave my bass voice in hopes Mr. Dunn can't find another next year. Jerry Sweeney, will take Darlene with me, since I can't bear to leave her alone. Sally Taylor, will some of my clothes to the Relief Society. Connie Thiederman, will leave as a bridesmaid but perhaps I will someday return the bride. Carol Vallender, leave the happiest moments of my life. Jerry White, leave a list of jokes to be used when things get dull. Alta Wilson, leave my beautiful limousine to next year's auto mechanics in hopes that they can make it run. Jo Anne Woodruff, won't leave any of my come-hither looks--I might need them someday. Wesley Youngchild, will leave my orange shirt to Wally Olson.