Madras High School - Hi Sage Yearbook (Madras, OR)

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After my reluctant departure from the hospitable Delaneys, I made ray way to the air-port where I was going to take the plane for Cleveland. I an a social worker and my Job takes me to all points of the United States. On the plane I picked up a newspaper apparently left there by a former occupant. When I began to read it, I was really surprised. There on the second page, third column down was a picture of Kicky Horton. Wayne Horton, respected professor of Mathematics at the University of Haekinsack, will begin his country wide tour on a series of lectures. He will first speak at Detroit . Tee, it was the Micky Horton that I knew who spent his High School days in Cheyenne High, Ogden High, Carlsbad High, Bend High, and Madras High. Well, no doubt about that not being the one that I knew. Professor of Mathematics, I just couldn't believe it. Maybe I would run into him in one of the cities that I was scheduled to hit in the next two months. I might even enjoy listening to one of his lectures. What a lovely place to spend the week-end 1 As soon as I had finished my work at the Maxtel Building, I was planning to go out to an old friend's for dinner. That I neglected to do. It was like this; as I sauntered out of the elevator,I took a quick double and bounced into Julie Kalleport, the manager of a big department store in Cleveland. We chatted 4 while over the trivialities of a working girl in the big city and then made for the local coke bar. Julie was telling me about the perfectly darling man she had working for her when I choked, coughed, sputtered and asked her to repeat the name. Nol Not Merlin Rodman. I was really hitting the Jack-pot. Everywhere I had gone in the last two months I was running into old friends and foes. I nearly died when I found out that Merlin, Rod , was a buyer for women's lingerie in Julie's store. This I had to see for myself. Julie and I grabbed our hats and took off for the store. We wound around what seemed to be millions of counters and finally found our way to the stock room. We found Rod standing in the middle of a carpeted room completely surrounded by flimsy what-nots and lacy negligees. My greeting was met by a modest blush of surprise and pleasure. Rod said he had been working there for about three years. I hadn't seen him since the old high days so didn't know much of what had happened to him. He had gone to Oregon State and then transferred to Texas University where he had become an All American Fullback. After his graduation from Texas, he went into Pro-football and then took his present job. I left him to his work and trailed back out among the counters and etc. I was a very bewildered and fogged-up individual. Maybe I would see Rod again. The reporter tor Charm Magazine was to meet me for luncheon and cocktails at 1:15 and so I made a wild change of attire and skidded into Pierre's at 1:11. I was to know who the reporter was by a red hat and beige suit. At a far table, I saw a very attractive young woman sitting with two very pretty legs crossed wearing the appointed clothes. By the time I was two or three feet away, I broke into a run. What a break, it was MariJane Thompson. I knew she was a Journalist student but I didn't know she was a reporter for Charm. She looked pretty good to me and we had a long talk about fashions and home. I told her about seeing Rod and she wouldn't believe it so we decided to go see him the next day. That interview was more fun that any I have ever had. Marijane was doing pretty well and not only in her career either, I learned. She was married to the well known author, Rex Rickall. Since we both would be here for the next two days, we decided to do the town together. Poor Cleveland; arijane had acquired some added energy in the days since high school and we really had a lot of fun. We went to all the fashion shows and new premieres. With much regret I waved good-bye to Cleveland and all the fun I had while I was there. Maybe I would run into some more of my old friende on my new trip. The plane reservations were all taken and I had to r.eet a deadline so I took the train to Cincinnati. In the middle of the sunmer when the heat begins to descend on the country like an avenging warrier killing all vegetation and making the whole country heave and steam, that is the time not to take the train. I was feeling very sticky and sorry for myself when a familiar voice asked me where I was going. It was Bill Meeker, our 19L8 studen, body president and valiant left-and on our football team. He was well dressed and apparently not suffering from the heat as much as I was. I asked him what he was doing and he

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told me that he was working for a well known New York Architectural firm as one of the leading architects. He asked me if I had ever heard of Lencers Houses , and I told him naturally, who hadn't. Well, Bill was the Lencer of Lencer H us s . 3111 said that he had been living back east for about six years and that he was getting married in about three months to Fordena Ford, a grand niece of Henry Ford. I wished him good luck and wondered if all of his money would ev r make him conceited. After my Cincinnati trip, I returned to Madras for a visit with old friends and relatives. While still visiting at home, I learned that Vernon Golay was opening super-neat market in Portland. He had gone through a study of neats after graduating from MUHS and was now ouite successful. Carl Rhoda, one time Madras High Principal, but now highly paid artist,had financed him for his first super-meat market built in Metolioua, thriving agricultural town of 3,000. After making a small fortune in Ketolious, Vernon began to put meat markets in all over the country and now has a string of markets surpassing the importance of the Safeway stores. Vernon is known for his undying devotion to his brilliant and gracious wife, Clarice. He told newspaper men at his grand opening that his success was chiefly due to her help. One of my friends wrote me that she was going to visit the King Ranch of Texas. I had heard of it and I knew that it was one of the biggest ranches in the world,but I didn't know that Shirley Marshall wai the proprietor. Ky friend is not one to exaggerate so I know the following facts to be true. The front lawn of the ranch extends fifty miles to the ocean where you can ride three or four days steady and not cross the vast grazing lands of it. Shirley's cowboys told my friend that Shirley was one of the number one citizens in Texas and the greatest cow-girl in the Southwest. Her one big problem of the present is to raise cattle which are more meat and less bone. She thinks a good deal of rest and plenty of food could accomplish this. In Life magazine,they awarded her the trophy for extended research in the field of cows. Shirley seems very happy and contented with her outdoor life and from all reports she is prettier than ever and twice as oerky. '.■hen I again took to the road, I flew to New Orleans, where there was going to be an executive meeting of fifteen districts. While there, I heard of a new dancer that was causing a sensation and who was prophecied to become the foremost ballroom dancer in the United States. Never being one to be behind on the news, I attended her performance one night and found this sweeping ballerina to be none other than Madeline Kelley, a light-footed gal even in her teens. After the show I went back stage to re-acquaint myself with Lyn as the billboards called her. I saw that she was wearing a huge diamond engagement ring and upon inquiry, I found that it belonged to a navy man. I should have known as muchI Madeline was always true to the men in blue even in her high school days. My trip didn't last long and soon I was on my way to Boston, the city of brown bread and baked beans. I found out later that Madeline finally married her navy man and is now cooking and caring for three children. She seems to like it, any way she was chosen for the typical housewife and mother for two years in succession. In my work I am required to inspect all schools where the students board. In 3oston there are a great many of them and all of them much alike. I didn't expect anything different in the last school I inspected until I met the Girl's Advisor. Looking very efficient and capable, Sdythe Spafford made the typical Girl's Advisor. She had on a brown gabardine tailored suit with a pair of the very latest brown suede shoes. As far as poise and finish were concerned, Edythe was far beyond the most accomplished. She gave me a warm greeting and went with me on my tour through the school. When we came to the end of the inspection, Edythe invited me to have dinner at the school's dining room. I accepted and immediately found myself being swept away to the far end of the hall by a hoard of about 550 students. When I had caught my breath and settled down to eat, I discovered that Edythe and I were not alone. Sitting by Edythe was a very familiar face. Nothing like marrying someone from your own home town, and that Is what Edythe did. One of our own Madras High School's former students.