Frisco High School - Coonskin Yearbook (Frisco, TX)

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, x OUR VOYAGE Contd. As we came to the final days of our journey the stops alolng the way became more and more significant. The stop at Commencement Hill is one we will all remember. Before we could ascend Commencement Hill our baggage had to be checked and there were many things which we left behind. The formal statement of the things we left is as follows: To Mr. Hyslop-another cocky senior class. To Mr. Borders-a new joke book. To Mr. Kolb-a speedfup program in speech. To Mr. Wilson-another 6' 5 average team. To Miss Witherspoon-a carton of gum so that she can repay the people that she has deprived of this priceless article. ' To Mrs. Green-a band with fewer squeaks . To Mrs. Dougherty-a file cabinet with a Yale lock. To Mrs. Harrington-an eighth grade with another set of twins, just to keep things lively. To Miss Ennes--a pair of Carmen Miranda's shoes so she can see what is going on without standing on a chair. To the juniors-we leave our dignity, that is, at least as much as we have shown. To the sophomores-we leave all our discarded gum which may be found under var' ious seats. To the freshmen-we leave a bar of Lifebuoy Soap and the right to call the present eighth graders greenies next year. We the senior boys fexcept Carl' Harbison, will our bow ties to the sophomore boys. We the senior girls of 1945 will our Hgure flattering plaid shirts to the junior: boys. I Carl Harbison, will my Frankie Sinatra personality to' jerry Maxam. Barbara jo Miller, will my secret formula for dieting to Bonnie Bloom. , Leona Weber, will my mystical power for making Government books disappear to Paul Brogan. I, Veradine Schlamp, will my right to two time every boy I go with to Dink 9 I, I Witherspoon. I, Phyllis King, will my inability to keep up my shoulder straps to Audie Davis. I, Stanford Hyslop, will my ability to get along with Mr. Kolb to anyone who thinks he can. I, Bob McEllhiney, will my hot lips ftrumpet style, to Bill McEllhiney. I, Anna Lou Chappell, will my ability to switch rings regularly to Edna jaynes. I, Mary jane Hopkins, will my quiet disposition to Mildred Edwards. We, Edwinda Abran and Lorene Clark, will our noisy attitudes in government class to Betty Gentry and Rosalyn Block. I, Bob Crecelius, will my right' to vote a straight democratic ticket to Lucille Witherf spoon. I, Lucille Snyder, will my right to vote on everygclass question to some poor under' privileged character. I, Mildred Beasley, will my long linger nails to Bette Davis. I, Anna Lee Burns, will my ability to take the blame for everything to Jacqueline Hicks. I, J. D. Reavis, will my accurate ability to be on time for classes to Bob Sinkhorn. I, Elizabeth Lockwood, will my fascinating chatter to Mary Belle Mahan. I, Mary Frances Sloan, will my popularity with the opposite sex to Sophia Gentry. I, DorislMcGill, will my uncontrollable urge to talk back to teachers to Martha Lou Col ins. I, Mary Evelyn johnson, will my hilarious laughter to Mable McDevitt. I, Ruth Thompson, will my ability to be an eflicient secretary to the class, as well as to Mr. Hyslop, to Georgia Mitchell. PAGE' ELEVEN

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l f. 'K Y L December January February March April GUR VOYAGE Cont. The Seniors gave good reports in Government class. Maybe that accounts for the fact that we give the same ones tomorrow. New case in Senior class! Bud gives candy to Weber. Mr. Kolb owes Senior class 37500. fClass room temperature ill' egalj. What person missinformed Mr. McCoy? flmagine one of us go- ing to collegeju Another new case-Jerry Maxam changes seats with Phyllis King in Government class, Liz gets the benefit. fHere sayj Mary Frances Sloan adopted a new name for Miss Withf erspoon. Liz the official mail carrier looks sad today. fBud says Vera did' n't write letters to him like Liz was supposed to have mailedj. Senior girls starts the new year wearing plaid shirts and pigtails. It's all Stanford's fault: The Government class has to outline again today. Imagine Lorene and Anna Lou knowing what sodium chloride is? Senior boys received ball sweaters today. fAren't they good look' ing, we mean the sweatersj. Something smells good in Government class. Weber spilt perfume on the radiator. All classes voted for name of year book. Some dirty work going on somewhere. The Government books are disappearing into thin air. Mr. Kolb mad today. QGovernment books still gonej. Books found. Bob Crecelius tore a page out of the year book, someone let it out that he was running on the Democrat ticket. Mr. Kolb calls Stanford by a new name. fLittle moronj. Esfierybody looks pretty today. fSeniors had individual pictures ta enl. , Shorty was mean today, she threw an eraser at Stanford. Lost : three Senior girls. Found : in Stendal. Pictures arrived. Mr. Hyslop seen in the hall wearing red, white, and blue overalls. We have all hopes of winning the tourney. Our hopes have fallen. Owensville won the tourney. Gang Way, for Seniors while they run to Room 24 to see who got parts in the play. Sunshine Girls had a date with the magician. Cards and Invitations arrived. Mr. Kolb inally got to school, wonder if he had to swim. Mother, Father and Daughter Banquet. Senior Play Mamma's Baby Boy. Band Concert. County Music Festival. Juniorand Senior Reception. Baccalaureate. Commencement. School ends. PAGE TEN

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OUR VOYAGE Contd. As the members of the class of 1945 left Graduation Hill , we bade a sad fare- well and we realized that for the first time we were at freedom to choose our particular course. Elizabeth Lockwood and I, Leona Weber, had long since decided on our career, so with little hesitation, we started working toward our goal. Liz became a talented photographer and I a news reporter. We soon landed jobs. After several small assignments we had the pleasure of visiting the Hlsland of Dreams . As we went aboard the U. S. S. Francisco, who should greet us but the same old 'Dick Lockwood, as captain of the ship. Hungry and tired we reached the island and started in search of a hotel. Now who would ever have thought that J. D. Reavis would become a hotel manager! I wond' ered if he required his employees to be as prompt with room service as he was in getting to class. Before I had time to recover from the shock, Liz directed my attention to a little lady in a far corner. Why should I care about a scrub lady in a hotel? But Liz insisted that I do this particular one, so I stepped closer and found that Mary Jane Hopkins was gaily washing away. The next day as we planned our work we decided we needed an automobile. How surprised we were, when we entered the garage, to see Anna Lou Chappell emerging from under a car with grease smudges covering her face. She never was mecihanically inclined, although the number of hours she had spent' in a 37 Ford should give her a thorough understanding of that car. We drove through the country and suddenly we saw a big farm with a lot of chickens. It looked very much like a good old Hoosier home. Seeing this made us hungry for fried chicken, so we stopped to see if we could buy a springer. When we rang the bell, Doris McGill answered. Oh, well after all the surprises we had been having, we could expect anything now. Doris told us that she and Odell were mar' ried soon after graduation and that they were living with Lorene and Glenn Mahan, at present, since Udell's work as construction engineer had brought him to that dis' trict. Pud and Glenn had a nice home and he was a very successful farmer. How- ever, we didn't get a chicken, because Glenn wasn't home and Lorene said she couldn't harm one of her little baby chicks. We were very glad to see these old classmates but that didn't aid hunger, so we continued to look for food. When we arrived in town, we saw a beautiful, tall, slender girl selling some' thing in a booth that seemed to attract a large audience. We pushed our way through the crowd until we were in hearing distance. Can you imagine Barbara Miller as a sales lady? She was telling a story about what RyfOrisp had done for her. Where there's a will there's a way , that's what 1've always said. After Barbara had made several sales and the most of the audience had left I had a word with her. She told me that Mary Frances Sloan was popular as the best welder in a nearfby airplane factory. Mary still insisted that if she kept working with pilots, shefd find her one and only someday. PAGE TWELVE