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

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I, Ted Livingston, will and bequeath my ability to stay sober, and never-failing way wlthMiss Payne to Jerry Hankins. I, Patty Loy Elliott,, will and bequeath my aotitude of baby talk and blood curdling screams to Janice McKrola and Mae Jeanette Keerins, so the Senior Play will have more variation. I» Lessie Dell Butler,, will and bequeath my oleasing personality and love of weak, scrawny men to Thelma Campbell. lf Jack Gleason, will and bequeath my reputation for causing a violent uproar no matter where I am to Marvin Merri li. I, Wade Officer, will and bequeath my dark, curly hair, car with the three windows and three tires, and every girl in town to Dick Welch and Keith McKenna. I, Betty Welch, will and bequeath my adsptness for losing things, including my mind, to Savilla Simmons.and Margaret Johnson. I» Hazel Cunningham, will and bequeath my book on How to Get a Man in Ten Easy Lessons” to Evelyn Shideler. I, Mary Lou Dickens, will and bequeath my weakness for the finer things of life—and saJlors, to Marcella Marchell. I» Helen Mosley, will and bequeath my weakness of blushing at the wrong time and hitch-hiking ability to Lucille Hensche1 . I, Bud Trowbridge, will and bequeath my wide range of absence excuses anc weakness for tall girls from Pox Valley to Joe Truax and Delbert Willey. To next year's class President- we leave with grave doubts as to his ability to use it—the voice of our good president Laurie Wyllie, which enabled him to overcome all opposition and to orevent others from knowing oooosition existed. Also we leave his ability to keep on good terms with the faculty and a till do as he pleases; in other words, his executive abili ty. To the undergraduate needing it most, we give Gordon Wilson's supply of language, which will enable the recipient to talk more and 3ay less than any other human being. Also to talk more and say less than any other human being. Also we bequeath Roger Soderstedt's store of information, which will make it easy for him to oaas any test in any subject at any time. To the ovor-ambitious undergraduate, Bill Cresap we leave the perfect indolence of Robert Francis. Some people si t a»d iiKas te tlme Robert just sits. This J dplence

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properly used, will insure him against nervous breakdowns re- sulting from overstudy. To the laziest member of the Senior Class-to-be. Bill Hyde, we bequeath Glen Chandler’s ambition. If it is combined with the laziness previously mentioned, the result will be normal activity. We give and bequeath to the Junior Class our well- known nerve, which they will need next year, and all the ex- amination questions we have been given during the past year. We believe that an examination, like history, often reoeats itself. The answers, never owned in entirety, have long since been mislaid by us and are not included in this Will. To our good friends, the Sophomore class, we leave our patience. It will be found useful as the only means by which they can endure the next year’s Seniors. To our dear Janitors we leave the peaceful quiet caused by our absence and any apple cores, wads of gum, or crumpled notes we may have left about. To our principal we give and bequeath a sense of re- lief that we have at last been graduated, pleasant memories of our four years together, and a feeling of pride in any great deeds or noteworthy glories—If any--will owe much to his ex- ample and counsel. To our tea hersjwe bequeath our valuable sense of humor, without whi ci wdVshould have found school life painful indeed , and which wfl much to make it endurable for them. To the Juniors, we give, reluctantly but of necessity, our maxi tie of dignity. We realize that the class can never fill it but, since it Is expected of them, our advise Is, nGrin and wear it. Beside these bequests, we leave our best wishes to any and all who may desire them. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we the class of 1947, the tes- tato», have set our hands and seals on this 29th day of March in the year of 1946. (SEAL)

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MY LOST V.EEK END As I climbed down from ray rocket which I had just piloted from Hollywood to New York, I thought to ray- self v hat a boring week end this would be since all my friends were vacationing at the I.Ioon. My thoughts were soon interrupted as a two-wheeled taxi skooted up, and soon I was being whisked down the avenues. As usual the driver couldr.'t drive, and after just barely missing an air-bus whiea also was flying low, I waited very tensely on the edge of the seat for the final blow. It came when we landed m the wing of a sky-trolley. All out of sorts by this time, I started in on the driver. Then for the first time, I realized that I knew tb; poor little bald fellow who was looking so unhappy at tho moment. Good Gravy I No wonder we lit where we did; ’jecause it was CHANDLER who had given me such a bad time When we got back to safety again, I apologized and ther we both broke out asking questions about one another. Mu. i to my surprise I found out why he was still single. It s ,3ms he promised EETTE WELCH back in »46 that he»d wait e,r her to serve her term for murdering a Social Economics eacher who wouldn’t agree with her Communistic ideas. Poor Bette i The last time I saw her she asked me for a dime to go buy a beer. Leaving Glen with his thoughts of Cette, I walked on toward my hotel. A parade was passing, so I stopped to see why all the excitement. Dig signs were flapping in the breeze, and all of them had ’’Trowbridge for Mayor” on them. The name was familiar, and presently I saw a great cowboy hat come into view and beneath it, a set of teeth. He was riding an old buckskin horse, and in a minute, I realized it was BUD TROV.TRIDGE, So Dud was still running for office ! Needing a bracer after that one, I dodged into the nearest bar and ordered a short one. While gulping it down, I noticed a little blonde busily chinning herself on the bar and pouring-out her troubles in a thick tongue to the bartender who was listening very patiently. Recognizing the voice, I turned around just as sh« staggered away; I looked twice to make sure it was PATTY L U ELLIOTT, no mistake I Now I knew that the peace and quiet of my hotel room would feel good to my shaky nerves, and I hurried on to the hotel. t-5