Franklin High School - Post Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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Virginia Sodberg wills her shorthand ability to Chappic King. June Spencer doesn't leave Mickey to anyone. Everett Stinson leaves because of thirty-two credits. Marian Tichenor leaves the school minus a sweet girl. Mabel Torango wills her snappy comebacks to anyone who wants them. Beverly Trulove leaves--without regrets. Loraine Ulrick leaves her ability to get along with teachers to Al Jones. Don Upham wills his telephone to Chet Fuller. Winifred Upham leaves her seat in senior reg. to some member of the June '36 class. Harriet Vaughan wills her Latin knowledge to the Sweeney brothers. Louise Vaughters wills her senior locker to Jean Peterson. Alice Velde wills her sense of humor to Bernice Johnson. Karl Walgraeve wills his gum under his auditorium seat to the next occupant of that seat. Olive Webb leaves her dimple to Dick Cook. Norma Wolfe wills 200 of her excess pounds to somenskinny freshman. Bill Wollam leaves Dot Wollhext his record of being the first'out of the building at 2:30. Tom Wortendyke wills Gerry Bent to Billy Skogland. Fay Zahn wills her stature to Bob McKeown. Roberta Zink leaves her reputation for future Franklinites to shoot at. Class biotic The way you set your sail determines your course. Class Colors Blue and Silver Class Flower Gardenia -13-

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Jasper Longcor will his way U7 with a certain faculty member to a little Irish girl. Edythe Lund wills her giggles to Louis Stang. Kenneth Lundgren wills his wink to Evelyn McDole. Barclay McQuarrie wills his knack of losing pencils to Robertson Cook. Vera McBrayer leaves for 'Fi-isco. Carol Macmillan. wills her funny phrases to Mary Meisenheimer. Helen Malcolm wills her talking ability to Dorothy Cox. Don McLeod- leaves his loud socks to Jim Borin. Virginia Maston wills her smile to anyone that needs it, . ' Myrtle Medearis leaves her calm disposition to some nervous person. Janet Mersinger leaves her H8 book to anyone that wants it. Mickey Miles wills his preference for blondes to Harold Murch. Derald Miller wills all of Franklin's losing games to Washington. Josephine Miller wills her good attendance to Marguerite Taylor. V RSV Miller wills Dick Miller the privilege of giving Corrie Kuylaars her alpntine gift. ' Frances Moniele wills her blushes to Janet Longcor. Jack Morrison wills his booklet, Hair Wavingat Home to Walter Mellus. Harry Murphy wills his seat in A24 to some lucky person. Mary Nachand wills her favorite lipstick to Ruth Davidson. Dorothy Nelson wills her nickname, Nellie, to any one that wants it. Kay Niguma leaves with no regrets. Leonard O'Brien wills his manly stride to Jack Bahlman. Lois Peabody wills her writer's cramp to some other paper cor- rector. Grace Peterson wills all her tardy slips to Doris Craig. Geraldine Pickering wills the score of the Washington-Franklin foot- ball game to anyone that's interested. Iverna Pottsmith wills what's left of her boy friends to Jean Mathe- son. Betty Ralston wills her daily lemon to Margaret Beede. Elizabeth Rennie leaves Bud Porter to anyone that can get him. Harry Repp won't leave his library slips because he can't find them. Kathleen Reynolds wills her 4 feet 10M inches to Audrey Richards. Audrey Richards wills her dancing feet to Opal Hanson. Helen Robinson wills her temperamental shyness to Pat Whalen. Edith Roper wills her seat in Miss Richard's English class to some very lucky person. Ludwig Scharfer leaves his enthusiasm for lunch periods to some other hungry student. ' Frances Schneider wills her effervescence to Betty Meek. Mary Shand wills her argumentative ability to Jack Fruit. Hubert Shank wills his energy to anyone that can take it. Aileen Shapland wills her loveableness to Dorothy Cox. Mel Sheppard wills his sunny disposition to the activity office force. Eileen Shinkle wills her picture to anyone who buys an Almanac. Bob Simmons wills his ability to bring home the bacon to Ace Hang- ner. Helyn Smith takes her blond loveliness with her. -17...

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Bonmcviiiic Rcaciimcs iits Quarter-Contrary Celebration After a forty mile hop in our new Rollsrongh cabin plane, we finally reached Bonneville. We circled above the dam two or three times and then landed on the landing run on top of the Administration building. We had no sooner set our plane down, than an attendant came to take charge of it and to greet us as we got out of the cabin. Imagine my surprise when he called me by name. I had to take two looks before I recognized him: then-flash, I knew. It was Carl Kurath. I hadn't seen Carl since the days Edythe 'Lund had been inaugurated as mayor of Portland, the city of five million people. Although Edythe was still our mayor, that first inauguration had been 10 years ago. We talked for quite a while, and he informed me that a number of our old classmates were working here. About this time, the pilot of our plane, Helen Beck, and the stewardess, Eileen Shinkle, came out and the four of us went into the office where Jean Hutton, manager of the air field, was just finishing the dictation of a letter to her secretary, Isaac Greenberg. It was to be a busy day at Bonneville, for it was the twenty-fifth anniversary of the dam, and the president of the United States was to visit it that day, so we did not have much time to talk, although, I did find out that Olive Webb and Edith Roper were both airmail pilots. I soon rejoined my party who had been freshening up a bit and we went downstairs in search of a guide to show us over the Dam Site. We went to the information desk where we were informed by Jasper Longcor where we might find a guide. When we entered the Guide room, we at once knew that we would have a hard time choosing a guide. They were all amazingly beautiful blondes. Amongst them I recognized Enny Deutschmann, Beverly Tru- love, Carol MacMillan, Helen Johnson, Virginia Sodberg and Elizabeth Eggimann fyou notice gentlemen still prefer blondesb. It was a hard choice for me to make but I finally picked Enny after a few minutes and we were on our way again. Our guide asked us what we wanted to see first, but we told her we didn't care and she could take us wherever she wanted to. First, she took us into the business district. Everything and everyone was in a hurry and the merchants seemed very prosperous. At the edge of the business district was a curious looking shop where all kinds of stuffed dogs were sold. It was the hobby of the owner, Dick Hall, to collect dogs of all kindsjand in his shop he sold and traded them. When we crossed the street at 23rd and Ba Ba, I recognized the two traffic of- ficers as Lucien Alexander and Kathleen Reynolds. They were busy so we did not stop to talk. Our trip from Portland had made us hungry so we decided to get something to eat before going any further. Our guide took us to a very attractive place called Walgraeve Inn which was owned by a Mr. Karl Walgraeve, a retired musical comedy director. This inn was noted for its excellent food, prepared by the world renowned chefs, John Ed- wards and Kay Niguma, and for its singing waitresses. When Mr. Wal- graeve retired he had bought the inn and hired fifty of his prettiest chorus girls for waitresses. When we entered we were greeted by Betty Ralston and Elizabeth Rennie, the welcoming committee of the inn. I ..1!1-