Franklin High School - Post Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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spoke to them and they said that several other girls were working here also. During our lunch I saw and heard Roberta Zink, Dorothy Cutler, Nadyne De Waels, and Daphne Eliason. We hadn't been eating more than fifteen minutes when the hostess, Dorothy Nelson came out to announce the floor show. Jack Cummins and,Ma1-garet Brown were adagio dancers, Kathleen Harper, Dorothy Hunt, Grace Peterson and Helen Robinson were a quartet, and Amelie Charpentier, aj world famous comedian, was excellent. We saw the floor show and then left. As we went out into the street again, we saw a big crowd gathering' down the street about two blocks. Our guide informed us that it was 'because one of the two big parades scheduled for that day was passing by. We wanted to see it so we ran down to the corner and got there just as the first float was passing by. Then we heard music and that that the band was coming. It was a neat looking band and the drum major was strutting around like a peacock. Could it be? Why yes, it was Norma Wolfe. After the parade was finished we walked around the town and then went into the residential district. It was a beautiful place. The houses were all clean and modern, the lawns and flower beds were well kept. In some places the sprinklers were going, while in others, caretakers were digging weeds. As we were walking along, I noticed a man close to the sidewalk, on his hands and knees digging dandelions. As we passed, he looked up, and I saw that it was Derald Miller. I was shocked to see him doing this for I had heard that he was quite rich and had a good position. I stopped and talked a while and when we left he said to be sure and visit the yachting club on Bonneville Lake. We said we would and walked on. Soon my attention was attracted by a very small boy trying to kick a football almost as big as he was. He was a darling child with short, stubby legs, blonde curly hair, blue eyes, and dimples. He was so cute, I just had to speak to him. When I asked him his name he said, My name ith Thonny Huthk, and I am free yeaths old, and I live there, and my papa is Wonnie Huthk. Afterall this explanation I knew that he was none other than the son of Ronald Husk who had been a famous football player. As we turned the corner and walked up towards the dam, we almost collided with Carl Jonasson, the postman. Just beyond the residential district was a big, municipal golf course owned by Don Upham. At the twenty-fifth hole, Harry Barzee was digging up all the dirt around his ball while at the sixth hole, we encountered a tournament in which Iverna Pottsmith and Barclay McQuarrie were playing against Vera McBrayer and Bill Wollam. Edna Kauffman and Winifred Upham were caddies. Then we passed on to the clubhouse where we found Jack Morrison and Ray Miller doing their best to look important, while Frances Mon- ical, Leonard O'Brien, and Lois Peabody, English nobles, were chatting near the fireplace. Elaine Olson, who was entertaining them for a week or so was just coming in when we exited. While we were at the desk talking to Mel Sheppard, head bell boy, the Senators from North and South Dakota were ushered in. -29,.

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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-

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And was I surprised. They were none other than Janet Mersinger and Virginia Maston. I was very happy to see them again and when I asked them if they knew anything about any of the members of the graduation class they assured me they did and then started talking to me about them. They informed me that Marian Lisignoli was ambassa- dor to Zamboango, that Myrtle Medearis was trying to tame Savagisin Kalamagee, that Kenneth Lundgren and Frank Evans were missionaries in China, that Loraine Ulrich was inventing a mink-0-grapa that would do a person's thinking for him, that Evelyn Kallio was going through the country holding revival meetings and that Virgin Erickson was Patron of an Orphanage. We talked about fifteen or twenty minutes and then our guideqsaid that we had better go if we wished to see every- thing, so we left. X The power house was next. Before we could enter we had to show our pass to Doris Gunderson, the guard. I produced it and we went in. Here we had to engage a special guide. This one turned out to be Ruth Kenady. We passed theuoffice of the head engineer, Ise Inuzuka, and that of the assistant engineer, Margaret J antschar, and then we came into the engine room where Iris Jenkins, Eileen Hart, and Curtis Ko- hanek were doing their part as safety engineers. This trip was very interesting but we had to hurry. ' Our next stop was at the fish rung that was where the fish that tried to get over the dam and those that did get over were kept. Forest Lewis and Gordon Hayes were busy feeding the fish while Harry Mu1'phy and Gordon Erickson were giving them first aid treatment. Next we went up on top of the dam where we found Mickey Miles and Tom Burbee helping the fish over the spillway. At the lock Miriam Bradly and Mable Torango were the operating engineers while Alice Velde, Harriet Vaughan and Kenneth Hornibrook worked the second and largest lock. We visited only these two locks but were told that Frances Schneider and Verna Cummins were at the third lock. H Next was Bonneville Lake with its yachting club and beach resort where that morning Marvin LeMone had won a beauty contest. It was a beautiful lake with its clear blue water. The beach was covered with bathers and above the babble of voice came the putt, putt, putt of the motor boats. At the Yacht club we found the president, Mary Herman, about to buy a new yacht from the new designer, Lucile Gething. Then we went to the Inn which was very beautiful. I found that it was owned by an eccentric old man, who, although very rich, wished to do his own work. His name was Derald Miller. After a while we walked along the beach and bought a hot dog from Erna Ihle and a bottle of soda pop from her assistant, Will Gunderson. Out on the float, June Spencer, the life guard, was trying to teach a young boy, only twenty-three years old, how to swim. We saw Louise Vaughters, president of the East Side Commercial Club and Florence Garrow, Chief of Police of Portland, trying to get a sunburn. By the time we had walked the length of the beach it was time to get our places for the arrival of the president. No sooner had we secured them than the sirens of airplanes informed us that he was arriv- ing after he and his party left the airplane they got into cars to form a procession through the streets. In the first car, of course, was the -21-