Grant Union High School - Prospector Yearbook (John Day, OR)

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 No reason, he said with a far-away look in his eyes, and I said I believe you, McGint's hair was graying at the temples, and he looked very unhappy as he told me about how, just as ho found out’how ho felt about ZETTA GIBSON, she up and married WAYNE PHILLIPS. And to add insult' to injury, 'he finished, they're here I . •' Where? I asked, but he had hurried away. The orchestra began to play an old, old song that I hadn't heard for over twenty years-- Don't Fence Me In. I winced at a sour note from the Sax Section, I was afraid to look, but I did. You guessed it. There sat Phillips, pumpin' the old Sox for all he was worth and grinning from car to ear at the samo time, same as ever. My clapping was interrupted by a high pi tched £'ggle, followed by Dahling J It you. Isn't it? Of course it is.' ha-ha ha. Dahling, how ah you? In a flurry of feathers, chiffon and spun glass, and roeking of some $500.00 an ounce perfume, BETTY HICKS sat down beside me. Betty -hi, I said, somewhat taken aback. She bestowed some lipstick or} my cheek with a kiss and pulled me to my feet. You must meet some of my friends, you must, she giggled '5 Oh--lc tr s talk, I said. Talk, talk, she flipped her long fan around hor head, That is all I do, simply all, but very well. She told mo she had married a very rich man foL’ his money and then divorcod him for an old beau named Herb, ' but Herb had gotten tired of waiting in the meantime and so, well, here she was Don't you ever get tired of all this, I asked her then. For an instant her eyes clouded over, but just as quickly they were sparkling again, Don't be silly, dahling, she said, I love it I She ilitted away as the lights grew dim and the or- chestra played an introduction end a slim sophisticated woman came stGft1edJ,to sinS in » low, sultry voice and glided among the tables wickedly. As she came to mine, the song ended, and seeing me she sat down. — Page I I 1

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After It was over, I wished them continued success and hap- piness and made it back to the Hellco just as the hour was up» It seemed that Eddy covered a few night spots for bits of gossip to put in his column, rr.i when he asked me to go, I said I love to, thinking perhaps there would be food somewhere along the line. The first place we went to was appropriately named Toni’s Greasy Spoon. We were mac at the door by a fZashy blonde who showered us with dearios till wo bed ordered, 'ihen opening her mouth, she roared the orders into Toni A dark head appeared Yes, love, a sad voico said. ' ANTHONY I Eddy and I screamed at the same time.He cautiously came out and said Hi. There were tears in his eyes. Thi-thia is my wife,Mae, he said, blowing his nose bleakly. Mae, meet some old friends of mina- uh--not—the—the Eddy’s? No, no, we assured him hastily and got out of there as soon as politeness would permit. Depressing, wasn't it? Eddy mumbled. Yeah , I agreed. So we went to a very expensive place with an orchestra and floor show. The headwaiter, smiling and nodding and rubbing his hands to- gether came toward us. I closed my eyes r.d punched Eddy. Don’t look now, I said, but I think this would be our old friend. WAYNE MCKINNIS. ’ Sure nuff, it was, and it seemed awfully good to see him, too. McGinty said he liked the job fine because it gave him a chance to run interference for a change instead of always carrying the ball. Check your hat,sir? came a pleasant voice behind us. Turn- ing we saw BEVERLY SUKSDCRF smiling at us, and then she saw who Eddy really was and was out of thut cage in one second flat. Glen —dear, she cried. Beverly] At last I’ve found ycu, he said. Beverly was too happy to say any more than hello to me, and they left quickly, to find a preacher, Eddy said, his mustache aquiver with excitement. McGinty rejoined me and we watched them leave. ’Nother one bites the dust , he said sarcastically as he led me to a table. Why so cynical? I asked.

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 Why, honey, she drawled, don’t you--remember mo? She clapped her hands together and winked;. and I decided maybe ZETTA GIBSON hadn't changed too much after alt Wo laughed and she told ao how she'd finally hooked Wayne, by getting him this job in the. orchestra. She dashed back to change,and I decided it was about time for me to go. I said goodbye to iieGint end was just going out the glass doors, when they burst open and a dark, familiar looking man made an entrance and spo- kin'j loudly, asked if there was a table hero for tho great MARVIN PUST2KE. Quito a flurry was stirred up getting a table for the great actor. While he stood and tappod his foot importantly, I said Ilello, Marvin,did pretty well for yoursolf, didn’t you? I beg yoah pehdon he said icily and swept dramatically away . I had no money for a Taxi and was walking home when one pulled up besido mo. A friendly voice said git in, Pate. Thera was no mistaking that drawl. Before I looked I know it was ROGER BELSHAW. Hi, Rog, I said and opened the round glass door and set- tled back on spun glass cushions. I told him why I wasn’t vorv surprised at seeing him, since I’d seen or heard tho whereabouts of overy member of the old '45 graduation class that day. Whuda-yuh know, he said and proceeded to tell mo that ho was still a bacholor but perfectly content with his Taxi busincs drove in silence, each thinking our own thoughts and rem- excoptnH0SELT0N?,,rOmOniSCeiS SUddCnly 1 thought out loud. 5£l Huh said Rog. Hoselton’s the only one I haven't seen today. At that moment there was tho scream of br-k- s and T bumped violently onto tho floor. A tru-lc h-d tom fh? f 1 Si St:: nHc 4rr ™ ° r z- Then gradually, they stopped ycl nr nd . They looked at each other quos - or ’ a bating tho air. curled from under the truck d?ive-::; cap! 1 red h ir Buck, Rog cried, and they bo.th started laughing. Well wha-duh-ya know, I said. II