Lake Stevens High School - Pilchuck Yearbook (Lake Stevens, WA)

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Class Prophecy “1947” In this age of the flying machine Much more of the world by the people is seen. So come with me now in my new airplane. We’ll see what’s become of the ’47 gang. Since Alaska is dose by; just next door, We’ll drop in on Red Lundquist, his squaw and his four. Red and his family are fine, so on we glide To see more of the kids on the other side. I forgot that our piloting’s done by the One and only Lee Easterly. Look out! There’s a plane and it’s coming right for us I guess we’ll start singing the Chopin’s funeral chorus! Well, forever more! I took some quick looks And the zany pilot is Lawrence Brooks. 1 read in a paper that Lorraine and he Were married and are as happy as they can be! Speaking of Lorraine reminds me that Dolores Granger Has taken on the duties of a lady Texas Ranger. Wav up ahead there’s some skywriting and drawing And down below us the people are awing. This display of beautiful art '“pitchers” Is done by the corporated Lyman Sisters. They’re writing about the skating sensation, Yvonne Reardon, who’s to entertain for all the United Nations. Higher and higher we’re climbing now Fo the Milky Way and Fred C. leading a cow On up a ways there’s a U. S. (4. Can’t imagine letting it go By us without stopping. I’ll be right back. It’s run by none other than Sophie Woyach! Directly above is a star that is super, And the reason it twinkles, it’s Lois Cooper! Say, Lee, don’t you think we are right above Boise? You know where Lyle and Melvin were jailed for being so noisy! Way doAvn below there’s a car and I see Through my glasses it’s a black Model T. Dolores Lundberg is shoving from the rear While Carrie tries in vain to steer! It surely is a “Wick”ed car And from the looks of things they won’t get far! Walking along Heavenly Boulevard There’s a girl plodding along and thinking hard It’s Louise Johnson with bookkeeping books Stuck under her arm for more than mere looks!

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Dorothy Dearie—Leaves her red hair to anyone with a temper. (It helps.) Lyle Zahler—Leaves his good looks to Bert Ronnestad. 1, Betty Forrest, leave my ability to keep my nose in everyone’s busi- ness, to anyone who thinks he can get away with it. Ruth Lyman—Wills her faculty to study until the wee hours of the morning, to anyone who is dumb enough. I, Louise Johnson, hereby leave my fabulous “Bank Account” to Betty Lundgren. Flora Kirby—Would will her love for food to someone, but she wants it too much for herself. I, Sophie Woyach, will my athletic ability to Yvonne Nelson who is a “great sport” in more than one way. Fred Cushman—Wills his agriculture ability to David Nordquist along with two inches of his height. I, Lawrence Brooks, hereby give my loud voice to the Pep Club and my athletic ability to Bill Lund. Max Newman—Wills the Lake Stevens girls to anyone who will have them. (Don’t worry, Max, there are Jots of others after them.) Howard Thompson—Has no will, but he agrees with Max. To Bill Bancroft—In memory of past forestry days, Melvin Gustaf- son wills a compass to him so he may never again get lost. Don Hart also wills him a pair of track shoes so he can make a fast getaway this coming Fourth of July. Don Larson wills him an uncollapsible bed so that he can sleep during his future forestry days. foe Shaffer—Wills all rights of his “Pierced Arrow to “Happy” Wolf. Lois Cooper—Wills her ability to collect makeup slips to Gene H ungar. 1, Bob Lundquist, hereby leave my red hair to Mrs. Johnson for use in later years. Anita Gilstad—Wills her ability to go steady to Janice Sather. I, Dolores Granger, hereby will my yodeling ability to Don Withrow. I. Theodore Peterson, just leave.

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I’ve heard that since the loss of a meteor, Louise is keeping books for Saint Peter. Extra, Extra!!!” shouts someone on the corner, I look, and it’s not Jack Horner. It’s Louise Mitchell, who, I’ll guess Is printing the “Heaven Herald” on her own 1-A press. Why are we stopping, Lealand, my friend? We’re not out of gas, and I’m not yet to the end. You say we must pay to re-enter our zone? And we have no money to go on home? But the keeper looks to be a friend Why, it’s Howard Thompson, delighted no end. He’ll let us through ’cause he’s no fool Still wearing his hair short to keep his head cool. Down we drop! The air is thick We’re nearing home, the heat is terrific. I he towns seem familiar, but we have yet to see The rest of the kids of the class, so we Continue our trip made especially for us And drop to the land this side of Orcus Some of the judges couldn't decide What to do with some of our class who have died. They’re waiting breathlessly, the tension is keen The finals are brought by the saintly dean Who turns out to be that highly scholar None other than long-parted Lyle'Zahler. Lee, go see if we might pass on To that land of heat far from the sun. You have my permission,” friend Howard states, “Go see the ferry man about time and rates.” You’ll find him there,” and he points with his staff To a little short man, and we all start to laugh. We ask. Who would have expected to see you here? Do you like your new job? You had no choice, we hear.” 1 like it fine. It’s O. K.., I guess. I wished I’d never cussed the Lake Stevens printing press. That’s what landed me in this hottest of places But I’ll take you across for a couple of pesos.” As we alight from our journey across the Styx We thank him for getting us out of a fix. As he goes out of sight Ave wave our hand At the ferry man, Junious Hagglund. What’s that I hear? Well, I swan! It’s the sound of a trombone—the horn of horns— Familiar and true! It sounds so well It must be played by Maestro Hadsell!