Langley High School - Falcon Yearbook (Langley, WA)

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CN! , ,- x.' 'ff-5 CX! '19 C2 Q-4 FIRST SEMESTER OFFICERS Pat Camandona John Erikson Dennis Wilson Marian Burley SECOND SEMESTER OFFICERS Marlene Gary Dols tad Marian Burley Ethel Knaplund Cjdrfff pl 0l0 QC? The time was June, 19614. My mind was wandering into dreams of where my classmates were of the class of '5'h. l drove along in my car to the town of Langley where ny home is. I parked my car and strolled casually into town. It was night and the moon was shining brightly. As I walked past the graveyard, I heard the sound of a shovel scraping on rocks. The sound horrified me. I was tempted to make a mad dash back to nv' shanty and call it a night when my curiosity got the better of me. I slowly made nw way in through the 9?-'1tI'8T1Ce Ui' the cemetery. The scraping noise sounded closer. It was then in the moonlight I saw none other than Ronnie Green with Ethel Knaplund and Payton Rudd holding pointed guns at him, Ron was digging up the grave of a man he had buried that day. As I rememberedg Ronnie had always liked a little excitement, but this was going too far.

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1242402 I shuddered, collected by nerve, and walked over to ask Ron what ldsreason was for digging up this grave. Ronnie replied that that night he had suddenly realized he had buried Donna Olsen by mistake. Donna, I remembered, was always getting into some sort of jam, but she usually managed to getout dfthem unharmed. The tables must have finally turned. Ronnie then said that his life was being threatened by Payton for trying to break up Ethel and Payton's marriage. It seems that Ethel and Ronnie had baamhaving a secret rendezvous, but Donna had found out Umar secret. Ronnie's play then was to get rid of Donna in a hurry. He did. This riddle proved too much for me, so I strolled on further into the now booming town of Langley. As I got into town I heard screaming, singing and who-knowsdwhat-else coming out of an upstairs window. Looking up, I narrowly averted disaster from a flying frying pan, a rolling pin, and Ricky Day, all following in close succession. I thought this would be his end but he bounced a little, rose, and danced lightw toward me. At this moment, more yelling, Joyce Rasmussen, and another frying pan advanced menacingly toward us. Ricky crouched tremblingly behind me, but as.Jqyce got closer she recognized me. This calmed her completely---to Ricky's relief. After we talked awhile, they kissei and made ug5and walked arm and arm back to their docile domicile. With this case closed, I continued on into town and heard Hawaiian music, so I strolled into the newly remodeled Fountain Cafe. I glanced around and saw, to my dismay, Pat Camandona trying to do the hula up on the counter. This amazed me, but even more, Lloyd Heggenes and Mickey Lanktree were sitting on the floor dazed--amazed. I groped to a seat and questioned the waitress, who I noticed was Barbara Becker. I couldn't believe it! She was now at least six feet tall. She explained that my friend Pitter went into these spells more often than not. When she did, Mickey and Llqyd, Cwho didn't have any- thing else to dol spent all their time watching her. Barbara then said Lloyd and Mick never came out of the daze for at least 148 hours and were never capable of eating anymore than pizza pies during these spells. I wished Barbara the best of luck and quickly made my way out of there. Suddenly, I slammed into Dennis Wilsonkgpushcart. It seems that Dennis had been courting Ruth Saylor. She demanded he pull her around Iangley in one of those carts. The woman sits, the man pulls. Looked like a wonderful life for Ruth, so I left Dennis to his troubles. As I went on down the street I noticed a sign saying WGary's spec- ial on baby diapers.W I looked through the window and there were Gary Dolstad and Marion Hapeman with at least six kids flocked around them. I went in and was very surprised to learn that Gary and Marion Hapeman had been secretly married right after graduation. They had been living in Siberia when Gary started his business selling babies' diapers and other infants' wear. Marion said that her and Gary's children used most of their merchandise. Gary just smiled at her sweetly. It was getting late so I flagged a taxi. As it pulled up I notic- ed it looked like some jet job. It looked awful, but there was nothing more in sight so I hopped in. Who should be behind the wheel but Eerna