Imbler High School - Golden Reveries Yearbook (Imbler, OR)

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Class Prophecy PREVIEWS OF TOMORROW I am sure that you all like to go to a show and see the preview of coming attractions which are to be offered at the theatre. I believe also that you are interested in the coming events and attractions that are to have members of the senior class of 1943. Imbler high school, as the actors. The management of the class has therefore arranged for your enjoyment and entertainment at this time a description of coming attractions of the years as they affect the members of the worthy senior class, now graduating from the Imbler high school. Here we are in tin world of tomorrow. Walking down Broadway, New York, is the world’s greatest comedian, Bob Wilson. He has made a fortune just telling funny stories and making the world laugh. Over in radio city the broadcast of the gossip is going on. That rapid fire talker with the musical voice of the air is Bethel Vandermulen. It is said that she gets $3,(XX) a night for her broadcast, livery ether wave is full of her sayings. Better be careful. One might climb into your ear. Are you wanting a place to eat? Why not try the little cafe just around the corner. A good fish dinner for $5.(X), or a hamburger sandwich for $1.25. No wonder Curtis Roper gave up the title of the world’s welter weight to go in for feeding people at those prices. Why, at the hot cake stand back in the old home town, Jack Burton will sell you a sizzling hot hamburger for five cents. The medal of award for distinguished service is to be awarded we hear to Jack Havekost. That little bundle of brains discovered a way to extract energy from a snowflake, and make enough electric current to make the water flow uphill at Niagara Falls. Will wonders never cease? An advertisement in the Chicago paper says that you can buy cellophane suits made to order at the Dorothea Hopkins Cello-suit Company on Michigan Blvd. The suits arc quite popular. Save washing and cleaning bills. They sell for $17.98 and last a lifetime. The largest ranch in the world is said to be located between two undiscovered mountain ranges of Utah. On the ranch the largest seedless, juiceless, peelingless oranges in the world are grown. 9.135L carloads wore shipped out last week. The owner of the ranch is Lloyd Gorman. He made his money to buy the ranch by selling peanuts on tin street of a mid-western city at a penny a sack.

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A Look Into the Crystal Ball A cruise of the world is being organized. One thousand people are expected to go. leaving Miami. Florida, at 3:30 next Wednesday morning. In charge of the cruise will be Mr. Albert Hopkins. Scene: The -leading city at the south pole. There is a big cele- bration. They have just elected a mayor. How mayor Roy Wells can take it. And there’s his wife, our old friend, Celia V. Lloyd. My, she seems proud of the mayor. Scene: A night club on Broadway in New York. That head wait- er looks familiar. What do you know about it? There’s my old friend Charles Rhoads. That couple he is showing to a table looks much like Jean Ann Conrad, who used to go to Imbler high school. That must be her husband, the Count of Monte Cristo. Scene: An exclusive fashion shop in Chicago. Madame Aria Lan- man is the owner and active manager. That cute looking stylist who shows off all the latest Paris creations is Jessie Gillham. Scene: A meeting of the President’s cabinet in Washington. When we knew George Ragsdale as a boy no one would ever have guessed that one day he could be secretary of the treasury. Look at him now. with his top hat and cane, sitting there with all the big statesmen. Well, maybe there is a chance for all of us. Scene: A late afternoon in a tropical city. The owner of a large banana plantation sits on his porch. That face looks familiar. We used to know him as Edwin O’Mohundro. Scene: A fashionable beach resort. An afternoon tea is in prog- ress. The hostess for the afternoon is Donna Heisner, who is entertaining at her million dollar home4. It seems that she married a rich old fellow, and he died and left her his fortune. Can she spend it? Scene: A school building. Grown men and women dressed as boys and girls. A re-union is in progress. The members of the 1943 class of the Imbler high school have gathered for a re-union to renew old friendships of years gone by. What a happy scene! Aren’t they all having a wonderful time! And these previews you have just seen, ladies and gentlemen, are taken from the news reel which will bo shown at this theatre on September .1, fifteen years hence. We know that you will not want to miss the feature. Seats will sell at the usual customary price that seats in assembly arc4 sold to freshmen by upper classmen. o seats will be reserved. First come first served.

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Senior Class History Four years ago, a group of very green but ambitious young people entered the doors of the Imbler high school and embarked upon the gigantic task of earning the necessary sixteen credits towards graduation. The class started its high school activities by becoming guests at the welcoming Freshman reception after our initiation that lasted a full day. Mr. Albert Hopkins, his first year at the Imbler high school, l ecame our class advisor. Under his leadership we walked away with all honors of the year. Competing against all other classes, we won the one-act play contest by a large margin of votes, a feat that had never lxren accomplished before by a Freshman class. The senior class nosed us out by a few points in the pep contest. During our sophomore year we again drew Mr. Albert Hopkins as our class advisor. What a record we made! What grades we captured!! What traditions we upset!!! It was here that we accomplished the brave deed upon which our lasting fame may rest. We discovered a method of lx ing able to get through classes without the use of textbooks. We discovered a method that has never before lx en used by students. We learned how to bluff—or at least we thought we were bluffing until the faculty dished out the grades. After that we revised our plan and decided perhaps a little study would lx beneficial to the future history of our grade cards. It was in our sophomore year that we again walked off with honors in the one-act play contest. This year we also won the student Ixxly pep contest. Other classes lx?gan to notice we were present. Someone said something about nothing being so rare as a day in June. But let me tell you there’s no grand and glorious feeling like the one we had the day we became Juniors. Of all the classes in the school—this is the favored class. ou see the Seniors are afraid of them because if the seniors mistreat the juniors the may not get any banquet. The sophomores are afraid of the Juniors because the) live in hopes that they may get a chance to eat the crumbs left from the banquet. The freshmen just don’t know any lx tter than to like the juniors. The faculty. « f course, likes all the classes and that includes the Juniors. So the junior class is tin most popular class in school—or, that is. it was while we were juniors. Stepping up the ladder with us was our advisor. Mr. Hopkins. Again we proved the stuff that was within us by walking off with the one-act play contest for the third consecutive year by a larger vote margin than ever before. And the pep contest, why certainly we won it, too. Our Junior year was rounded out with the usual parties, sponsor of the junior-senior banquet, etc. Our three-act play, Aunt Kmma Sees It Through” was played to a large audience and declared by those who were present as the “best ever”. There’s a motto which reads. If you want to get to the top. keep climbing'. That’s what we did. Mr. Hopkins, our class advisor, was elected superintendent of our schools and continued to advise us during our senior year. See where we are today. The senior class is monarch of all it surveys—it rules the Imbler high school. It takes all the honors. It gets all the diplomas. The whole community turns out for graduation. The seniors art the center of attraction again. Our class has made a record from a standpoint of scholastic records and school activities. Four of our classmen have chalked up some of the best grade scores that have been left on the records. After four years of earnest endeavor we have attained great achievements, and although we are glad to graduate, we know we will often wish we could return to good « 1 1 Imbler high school.