Goldendale High School - Simcoe Yearbook (Goldendale, WA)

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1 9-SIMCOE-3 l be denied that we were scared, yet we knew, that should we be the win- ners there would be hundreds of men clamoring for our hands in marriage. This may all sound giddy and school-girlish but had you been in our place you would have realized that we were in truly desperate circumstances. Marjorie being pilot, adjusted the controls, While Ernestine, the me- chanic, wound up the propeller. When the engine popped and roared, Ernie jumped in and we sailed off across the field in as pretty a manner as you please. Up we soared into the blue, blue skies, until, overcome by excitement, we began to feel young again. But when an old maid begins to feel young, something is always likely to happen. Marjorie pulled too hard on the gas lever and the plane rose upward faster than ever. The clouds were left behind, the stars and planets rushed by. My word, my word, my word! exclaimed Ernestine, Something is drastically wrong! So it seems, murmured Mary sarcastically, but in a very faint voice. Perhaps the lessons were a little too brief. Upward, ever upward, we rushed. The moon came tearing at us, but it was soon out of sight. We were headed straight for the sun. Neverthe- less, we got by it with only a slightly singed wing. Alas and alack! cried Marjorie. I swear I see the pearly gates of heaven! Amen! acquiesced Mary, as she devoutly closed her eyes. Crash! The plane had bumped against one of the snowy columns that upholds these famous gates, and we barely escaped from the machine before the whole contraption went up in smoke. Who is there ? demanded Saint Peter in a greatly perturbed voice, for he was not used to being so rudely alarmed. Sinners, all, replied Mary, humbly bowing her head. Then, come in, said the good old Saint, appeased by this confession. Oh, look! exclaimed Marjorie, as we stepped inside the gates. We can see down to the earth. There's China, there's Japan, and all the other countries of the world! Would you believe it, that silly altitude contest is still going on and I do believe I see Walter Hamilton trying to keep his plane at the topmost rank. Oh, oh, oh,- and do look over here! It's quite near that small town that we used to live in, you know,-Goldendale. There's a circus and all kinds of animals. Mercy! it seems that one of the lions is loose but some- one is going after him. It's a woman- There! They have him back in! My! That woman is surely brave. Good Gracious! Can you believe it! That woman is Maude Myers- training animals-well, that's the last thing I expected her to do. And there's a little boy trying to crawl under the tent flap. He's trying to see the Fat Lady. ..and...Wh.y!-She's none other than Barbara Wendorf. My! She's the fattest woman I've ever seen. How did she ever do it! All this came from excited Ernestine Page Twenty-Three

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19-SIMCOE--31 I, Claud Woods, leave my cheerful grin to Doris Baker. Be sure that it has sufficient exercise for futher growth. I, Florence Bratton, will my little playmate, Martin Cahill, to my younger sister. I also leave her my book, How to Ride Bikes. I, Reo Young, will to Frank Lainhart my habit of retiring early, so that Frank may have more chance to catch up on his sleep. I, Florenz Wedgwood, leave to Della Norris my ability as a baseball player. This, the Senior Class will of 1931, benefits those less fortunate than we in attaining those qualities so desirable. We wish all claims to be settled immediately and the remainder Cif there is anyj of our possessions to be carried to the dump yard north of the city, and there piled up and burned. In Witness hereof, We do, on this first day of April, 1931, place our signatures to this will, declaring it to be legal and binding. Lawyers-Velma Elliott and Natalie Lawler. Witnesses-Senior Class of Goldendale High School, 1931. CLASS PROPHECY 'Tis a dull, drab life at best-that of an old maid--and we three, Marjorie LeBlanc, Mary Nelson, and Ernestine Miller had not wandered from the beaten path. We lived together on a large truck farm in the sunny South, with nothing to do but spade up the ground every spring and drop in the seeds. Marjorie had been driven almost insane by this life of deadly sameness, and Mary and Ernestine had quite wasted away in pining for ships that never came in. Then one day Ernestine dashed up the steps frantically waving an airplane circular. Enter the Airplane Altitude Contest! No experience required. Take three lessons from the Johnson-Brown School of Aero- nautics and you are as fit a pilot or mechanic as any in the United States. That is indeed our chance, exclaimed Marjorie. Here's where we blaze the trail to fame and fortune. So Marjorie and Ernestine enrolled in the school, while Mary furnished the funds, which she had collected from time to time by the sale of an extra bunch of radishes or onions. Mary, herself, was a little skeptical about the whole proposition, yet she knew that she'd have to go with them on the flight for old maid's sake if for nothing else. The opening day of the Contest arrived, and we old maids went out to our rented plane and prepared to make a glorious take-off. It cannot Page Twenty-Two

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l 9-SIMCOE-3 1 but no one paid much attention to her for each was looking in a different direction bewildered, by this interesting, yet amazing picture, that was spread out beneath us. Africa, South America, Egypt-how wonderful to see it all at a glance. And still more wonderful was it to find one by one, in various be- wildering lines and occupations our classmates. Wilma Adams, our one time star dancer as well as our novelty tease, we find as a cook in a commonplace restaurant, a greatly changed Wilma, but a happy one. A little farther along this same street we find Charles Spoon doing the same thing but perhaps losing in the race. He is just about to call on Wilma and go into partner-ship with her as she has been wanting him to do. We hope that together they may be able to make a successful business. Ah, ah, what strange things the future holds for us. Mary, who has always been more or less interested in schools and the girls who attend them, calls our attention to Frances Robinson who is presiding very efficiently as Dean of Women over the jazz-crazed gen- eration. Her kind motherly smile is a great inspiration to each and every one of them. Saint Peter too helps to find them, readily points out to us Doris Roberts, now one of his workers. Indeed, as we look at her, we remark that she must even be said to outrival Aimee McPherson, of long ago, in her powerful gospel speeches. She has retained her youthful beauty and has developed a wonderful eloquence of speech. Throngs are held spell- bound for hours. Our eyes drifted back again to our old home town. It seems about the same except that street cars are now maintained. The population has in- creased and the postman who so eiiciently delivers the mail in his little blue cap we discover to be none other than Marvin Kamholz, our old schoolmate. His cheery smile greets each be-aproned housewife as he goes from door to door. At one door Mary said he seemed to smile more benignly than ever and we strain in our eyes to see more distinctly. Upon my word! It's Margaret McEwen! exclaimed Ernestine. Yes, vouchsafed Saint Peter. She is now Mrs. Arthur Perry, and is very happy in her suburban home. The marriage was a surprise, but a happy one. So interesting did this prove that we followed Marvin down the street to see if we can find any more of our long-ago pals. At one impressive mansion Marvin stooped to pat a tow-headed youngster with big blue eyes, on the head. The child seemed to remind Marvin of someone. Who was that girl who used to sit behind me in English IV class? I can't seem to remember exactly, but this face looks like hers, she said. It was Eleanor Amundson. . .And I'll bet she lives here now, Mary said by way of answer. Her bet was right and we beheld Eleanor grown very beautiful in her Page Twenty-Four