Frisco High School - Coonskin Yearbook (Frisco, TX)

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X Our high school voyage is growing late We'll long remember every mate So now our memories we will weave Into a verse we'd like to leave. The captain called our president To our class he was heaven sent. We appreciate it Bob, yes one and all Your memory we will oft' recall. Then there was Edwinda, Ruth, Lucille, and Lorene You're always part of each pleasant scene Always quiet, industrious, and true Always so dear to the white and blue. Veradine and Phyllis are quite a pair And this guess we're sure is fair Although we don't know what you plan We're sure you dream about a man. J. D. and Stanford we would say Have had their fun along the way In making jokes they've done their share Of this I'm sure you're all aware. Leona and Elizabeth you will quite often see In just the place the teachers say they had to be If there is mischief to be done You'll find them there just havin' fun. Doris is quiet you'll all agree A part of our class she'll always be Her interest's in a soldier boy So now we'll wish you lots of joy. Mrs. Shephard McLean Shephard McLean Luther Long Juliet Long Mrs. Matilda Blackburn Wilbur Warren Sylvia Kline Mrs. Carlotta Anglin a Cynthia Anglin Max Moore Minnie CLASS POEM Three Mary's had we in our class Each one we'd say is quite a lass Mary Evelyn, Mary Frances, and Mary Jane I'm sure success you all will gain. Then there was Bob Crecelius too Without him My-what would we do He's quite a lady's man I'd say He'll find that girl some time, some day. ' Two others whom you'd never see Unless they're quiet as quiet can be Anna Lee and Mildred too We're wishing happiness to you. Carl-well he's quite a guy Tis many a girl he's caused to sigh So this advice we'll give to you Watch out Carl you might fall too. Anna Lou and Barbara Jo What can we say Well I don't know Except unless I miss my guess The single men will be two less. n't ought Although we name him last to you To us he's the red the white and the blue Dick left our class with the navy to fight We sing your praise with all our might. You can see why our voyage will long remain A sacred spot in memory's lane Each passenger to us is very dear We treasure the memory of every year. MAMA'S BABY BOY a young widow her young son a widower his young daughter Mrs. McLean's mother Shephard's young pal Wilbur's girl friend friend of Mrs. McLean's her young daughter a real estate agent a young colored maid PAGE FOURTEEN Elizabeth Lockwood J. D. Reavis Stanford Hyslop Phyllis King Leona Weber Bob McEllhiney Anna Lou Chappell Lorene Clark Veradine Schlamp Carl Harbison Barbara Miller

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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

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