Franklin High School - Post Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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-

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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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mayor of Bonneville, Miss Geraldine Pickering, the five commissioners, Mr. Glen Bomgardener, Miss Marian Tichenor, Miss Grace Brugger, and Miss Josephine Miller. Then came the car with the President's secretary, Mr. Archie Cooke, the Governor's secretary, 'Bob Simmons, the Secretary of War, General J. Pershing Farnsworth, and the Secre- tary of Interior, Alise Evans. Next came the Thirteenth Infantry Band led by Eileen Garnett. The next car carried the Governor of Oregon, Mary Nachand, who had been recently abroad, the president of the United States, Mary Shand, the first gentleman of the land, Bob Kefer, and the Secretary of State, Miss Helen Malcolm. Behind them came the Bonneville Flying Corps. ln its ranks I recognized Grace Ellis, Bessie Erickson, Everett Stinson, and Marian Keeliii. That ended the procession but I and my party had been invited to a reception for the President at the Shapland Manor where Aileen Shapland, manager of Bonneville, had her home. Harry Repp, Aileen, and Don McLeod were in the receiving line. That afternoon I met some more celebrities from our class who had just motored out for the afternoon. There was Bob Cherney, Dictator of Washington, and his assistant, George Covell. Miss Fay Hall had just been promoted to head of the national secret investi- gation bureau and had just finished tracking down three dangerous international spies who had planned to demolish the dam. As we were about to leave we met Charles Johnson, the King from Minnesota, and Helyn Smith, Miss America of 1960. As we flew back to Portland that evening, I thought of what a happy day it had been and only regretted that Fay Zahn, Dictator of Ithipo- tamia, and her rival, Tom Wortendyke, Dictator of Lithipotamia could not have been there to complete a class reunion.