Goldendale High School - Simcoe Yearbook (Goldendale, WA)

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...1-'Z I their work but could not talk to them long for they were too busy. By this time we were hungry again and went into a restaurant. It was one of the finest I had ever been in, orchestra, specialty numbers, everything. We checked our wraps and started down into the dining room when the manager's door opened and out came Velora McKune. She told us that she owned the place and was her own manager. She certainly fed us plenty. When we were about half through the curtain came up and a group of follie dancers came out. We looked once and blinked our eyes and then looked again. Yes, there was Claudia Barnes leading them. She saw us and smiled and put more life than ever into her dance. After she had finished she came over to our table and talked of old times in G. H. S. Pete insisted on getting a shave and Gord wanted to see a show but finally we decided to gc- with Pete. While we were waiting for him we saw a lady in the back room giving another lady a marcell. I thought I recog- nized her but was not sure. Finally she turned around. It was Carmen Roloff. We said hello, but she was too busy to talk with us. By the time Pete was ready it was dark, that is it would have been if it hadn't been for all of the lights. We went outside and were attracted by a huge sign down the street- Madame Norris in Person, This Week Only. We went down and saw the pictures of her on the outside and sure enough it was Ruth Norris of G. H. S. We went in and certainly got our money's worth. After the performance, we saw Ruth and she hold us that Marjorie Lear was playing the pipe organ at the Olympia so we hurried over there. Mar- jorie was tickled to death to see us and we were certainly glad to see her. I wondered why so many of our class had come to New York and Pete explained that we small town kids were thrilled by the bright lights. May- be he was right at that. We read where Bill Tilden was going to play in the tennis match down on the coast and so went to see him. We saw Bill play and then saw Helen Wills, but imagine the look on our face when we saw that Clara Ganguin was her running mate. At the matches we saw Mr. VanBlochen, the millionaire, and saw Kathryn Crooks running after him like mad. We asked her what she was doing running after millionaires and she in- formed us that she was his secretary. It was a very hot day so we decided to go swimming. We got our suits on and were soon far out in the water. We paddled far out from shore and saw a swimmer away over there and a rowboat near by. We swam on over and thought we recognized the swimmer. Sure enough. it was Marcella Divers, training for the channel swim. We figured that we had seen just about all of our classmates but on passing a barber shop we found out that we hadn't, for we saw Iona Miller and Ruth SeGraves working. Now we were sure we had seen Xi ll 65 I Mem? ll Ifx.. H - M Vfk wi . ., Tv- 'S E, .1 ., J Page Twenty-Seven X X

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8 iff I 1 wr. wvlllffff If 'l 'i- X I . X -lift I J. X I fl In I SENIOR CLASS PROPI-IECY It was not long ago that I decided to take a vacation. Some of my friends told me to go to Europe and see the sights, but I decided to see the United States first. It was about the time of the Pendleton round-up so I decided to go. I arrived in Pendleton none the worse for wear and went immediately to the fair-grounds. I was given a program and ushered into the grandstand where thousands of people were awaiting the start. I looked at my program and saw that the bucking contests Were' first and as I gazed down the list of riders imagine my surprise to see the name of Hermann Abeling. The bucking contest was on and was easily won by Her- mann who couldn't be thrown. Man, he was some rider! I wondered if Hermann had learned about riding when he was in G. H. S. I happened to remember that I had to call a friend of mine and as soon as the events were over Il. hurried to the telephone office. Who did I see but Maxine Elliott saying 'fNumber please, number please, and plug- ging in the switches as if her life depended on it. Weeks passed and I found myself in the huge city of New York. I was walking down the street gazing at everything when someone said, Where ya goin? I turned and there stood Pete Jensen and Gordon, Olsen. Dirty? Oh no! They wore dirty overalls and were as greasy as an engine. Come on back and look at her, said Gord, and we walked back into the back of the garage. There stood the niftiest racing car I had ever seen. Olsen and Jensen inventors of the fastest car made, boasted Pete, and indeed they had some speed wagon. They changed their clothes and the three of us went into the best club in New York. We sat down and looked the menus over and who do you suppose took our orders? Ralph Gunkel was as surprised as we were and he sure gave us a mighty feed. There were different dancing and spec- ial features and finally a card was put out Special Feature, Paul White- man's Orchestra. When the curtain rose there stood Marcelle Mont- gomery, standing beside Paul himself, and tooting her sax like mad. We went up and talked to her and all she could do was grin. After we had eaten we went down the street and got in a sightseeing bus. After riding for some time we came to a large group of people. In the middle was a woman, Waving her arms and shouting. We recognized our old friend Mary Cain, pleading for women's rights. The bus went on down the richest part of town and we came to an immense building in construc- tion. It was going to be the third largest building in the world and was being built by one of the richest concerns in New York. They had hired the two best engineers in New York and we were surprised to see that they were Ralph Nickerson and .Q13Q5Richardson. We praised them for ' --34-f---ZQQ., JS X F 47, ,..,- . . , Y -f fag- 4 ,, i If S I ivrftgiriil Page Twenty-Six ,K A -'

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U ll? x . S f i ffm, . YNWUW everyone and we were happy. We went up to Pete's house and were all settled in an easy chair when the radio started. This is station KFRC, San Francisco, Ralph Fenton announcing. We clapped as loud as we could but I'm afraid he couldn't hear us. And that was all. Everyone out in life and everyone going strong. K. M. '29 .Ff a .N by H,02X 6 xii, gov! SUNSET There's a crimson streak on the western sky, 'Tis a bright and glowing ray, And its beautiful shades of color, Tint the sky at the end of day. We may think of the world and its way, But We dream of the golden sunset That marks the end of a perfect day. E. P. '31 lm , , 99,5 Hfczx f Y 'MQ , i Ci ,4,.iQ4i,g OV lvl? F2,Lijf4',.' PONDERING I love to sit in the evening, And gaze at the stars in the sky, And listen to the frogs' a' croaking, Near a stream that runs close by. And as the moon in all its glory Sends forth its mellow light, I lie and dream of the future, And ponder away the night. M. N. '31 4 e -A , fn? If 5 IlN!ICZCDlifill Page Twenty-Eight