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

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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

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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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I made it fine until I got into the elevator. We had no sooner started up, than the elevator boy began screaming, yelling, and jumping up-and-down. At every floor he said in a childish voice, Ain't it fun? Then he would go right on yelling. At the 52nd floor it came to me who the idiot was, and when I got off on the 99th, I didn't stop long enough for TED LIVINGSTON to recognize me. Whew’ I was already for a padded-cell, and the day had only begun. I no sooner had my shoes off and had settled down to read the newspaper when the most horrible commotion ascended to my ears. Listening closely, I heard horrible shrieks, and a meek little, Don't hurt me d«ar0 Then a loud crash and all was quiet for awhile, but in a few minutes it started again. Not being able to stand any more dis- turbances after what I'd already gone through today, I ventured toward the source of the noise. I found the room and knocked loudly on the door. A small, raousy-looking fellow answered the door, and I could see he v.as in a very beat-up” condition. One eye was black; he was Ttimping, and he looked as if he had run into a sausage grinder. Peering into the room, I saw the sausage grinder, a large powerful woman with a rolling-pin in her hand. The woman, when she saw me, rushed forward and threw her arms around me and asked, Whatsa matter dearie--don’t you know me? After a second thought I yelled, BOITNIE IIAE and we were soon embracing one another. She quickly let go of me though and made a wild dash for the door just in time to catch the shirt-tail of her previous victim as he attempted to sneak away. Dragging him back she said, I'd like for you to meet the worm I got for a husband, and in a flash I knew it was LAUHIE WYLIIE. It appeared that he didn’t recognize me at first with my newest colored hair. Wyllie didn't have much to say, as Bonnie shut him up as soon as he got started. Having an appointment, I left, almost reluctantly as I imagined that that was the first peace of mind that Wyllie had had in years. The afternoon progressed very slowly making me happy indeed. But while I was walking back to the hotel, I ran into a perfect mess of females screaming and fainting all over the sidewalks. Then I the reason I Standing in the middle of the harem was RODGER SODERSTEDT, now known as Sour-Bean Soderstedt , movie Idol of millions of women He mad® his success much the same as Frankie; that is, hiding behind a mike. I plowed my way through the crowd, stepping on women's faces, etc., and finally got to Rodger. He re- cognized me instantly, and grabbed me. We took off in a dead run down the street with the pack close on our heels. I didn't know where we were going, but a few blocks down, Rod- ger pulled me Into a club and we quickly found a table.