Frisco High School - Coonskin Yearbook (Frisco, TX)

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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

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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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OUR VOYAGE Contd. We then went into a nearfby lunch wagon which had admirable management. However, I dare say, he was benefited by Veradine Schlamp's helping hand. As bad as Vera wanted to be a Wave who could have foretold that she would become a waitress working for Carl Harbison? They always did get along well together though. After a few days of work, Liz decided that she would rather be the proprietor of a studio.- Although we didn't work together after that we still had close connec- tions. I don't know where, but Liz ran into Ruth Thompson and Anna Lee, Burns. She told me that Ruth was her private secretary and Anna Lee served as her recep- tionist. She told me they were very efficient in their work and she didn't see how she could get along without them. One day, I unknowingly entered the hum drum of the political world. It was close to election time and I was continually seeing bill boards that read Vote for McEllhiney and Creceliusf' Upon inquiring I found that Robert' Ross McEllhiney and Robert Crecelius were running for Governor and Senator on the Democratic ticket. I wondered how those two could agree on one political. party. When I inter' viewed them I found they still argued as much as ever only to my astonishment they now had the same point of view. In talking with old friends, they informed me that Stanford Hyslop was a Captain in the Air Corps and was stationed in Hawaii. I wondered if his interests were still strictly airplanes! I started home but to my disgust I ran 'Out of gas in a small rural district. There was a cute little house near by with a mail box: which bore the name-joe Osborne. Where had I heard this name before? Oh, yes, he was a former classmate. Who do you think answered my knock? It was the same shy little Phyllis King. Osborne now. I was surprised to find Phyllis Don living in the country, because she had never liked farm life. Noticing my surprise she quickly said that anywhere was heaven with joe. She was glad to be of assistance to me and quickly remedied the situation by calling the nearest gas station. With gas in my tank, I was on my way. It was getting late and I had to get back to the city. I decided I would like to have some doughnuts. So I stopped at a sign that read Butterball's Pastry Shop. I walked in and found that the neat little owner was Mildred Beasley. I had quite a chat with her and she told me that Lucille Snyf der was desperately searching for employment. She said she just couldn't find a single place where her talents were needed. - Again I was on my way. Having been quite, busy for the last month, I decided to enjoy myself for a change. Oh, just my luck, Edwinda Abran's all girl symphony orchestra, starring the great opera singer, Mary Evelyn Johnson, was in town. Of course after the wonderful performance was over I couldn't get a word with either of them. They were surrounded by Abran and Johnson fans. Stopping to think over my experiences of the last few days, I realized that I had some account of every member of the class of 45 , that had sailed on the U. S. S. Francisco. Although each had followed his separate course, I had found them once more on the Island of Dreams. PAGE THIRTEEN