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

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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.

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And a very well known one at that. Sdythe's husband was the Boy's Advisor at the school and was the hero of the school. I thought that Sdythe and he had done very well for themselves and was very glad to see the progress that they were making. Edythe's husband was Athletic Instructor and his football team had won the League Championship three years in succession. I made a very favorable report on that school and resolved to make it in my future stops again. While talking to Edythe,I found that Caryl Watts was a nurse at the All Sainte hospital in Boston. Since I was around that way, I decided to look her up. The waiting room was cool, white, and impersonal as all hospital waiting rooms are. People of all types were there. Sitting, standing, pacing back and forth or Just shifting their weight from one foot to another in anxious expectancy. When the desk nurse came back from seeing Caryl she motioned me to go into a small cubicle off of the main waiting room. After what seemed to be hours, Caryl came in. She was much the same in appearance, tall, willowy and graceful. She seemed much more composed and serious than when I knew her last. She said she liked her wcrk verv much and had never felt better. Carvl had auit nursing when she married but like so rany loyal women of the nursing profession, she had returned to help out during the acute shortage of recent years. She and Paul had been married six years oefcre she returned to the hospital. Their snail son spends his winters with Mrs. Watts in Kadras, and eich suraner returns to Boston to be with his parents. Caryl told me she would nev r five up her profession alto-ether, but the long hours do not let her be a real wife and mother. While we saw each other, Caryl and I were able to dd hn awful lot of talking. Caryl told me about Joanne Lewis and that is why I made my next visit to Oregon via the American Lake Hospital. Joanne's life has been sucessful but not as quiet as some. She ie now recovering from a serious accident but Tex will soon be able to go home and do routine duties in about eight more months. When Tex graduated from college, she went on a tour from Seattle to Philadelphia, playing the piano in every well known concert hall in the U.S. Playing night after night gets to be quite a strain on a person and they sometimes have to draw on extra reserves of stamina and nerve. Sven Joanne's hidden reserves had their limits and in the middle of her concert she became ill. ’When Tex went to Florida, believe me, she needed the vacation. Meeting Ray Laird on her vacation was about the best thing that could have happened to her at that time. She knew him way back in the high days when she and Joan Hedfeoeth went to Tulelake to visit. Ray was a big financier and offered to back Tex in all the rest of her concerts. She accepted, but that was not th« extent of their relationship. On March 14, 1955, they were married. Everything went along fine, Tex stopped driving herself so hard and she regained her health and a few added pounds. She had a new tour coming up and this one really had to be good. If you remember, Tex is a sure cinch for cars, and Ray bought her a new one Just before the tour. The papers called it a freak accident, I call it bad luck. Anyway, Tex had concussion and she didn't recover like ehe should have. Ray brought her back west and she ie now in the American Lake Hospital. I went up to see her and she looked pretty good to me. She will be out in a few months and is going to retire from the concert world and Just be a plain housewife. I wished her lota of luck in her new career and knew ehe would make good. 3ack home again. Seems good for once. The day I get back, I got into the car and went up to see mj old friende the Hottles. I knew I was welcome there and anyway, I had seme presents for the children. Donna met me at the door with a wide grin on her face and a quick hello. Danny, six and Kessler,Jr. , 3 me at the door too. Leslie Ann wms only five months old and was sleeping peacefully in her crib. Donna's mother Mrs. Ramsey was there and we exchanged greetings and then I began telling Donna and her mother of all the old classmates I had seer, in the past few months. The time went swiftly and before we knew it, Kessler Hottle, Donna's husband was home for dinner, Donna's mother left and I accepted an iaritation to what I knew would be an excellent meal. Here was one old classmate that I knew would always be in Madras. A farmer’s wife is not a glamorous occupation, tut it fit Donna well. Three children, a modem home, a devoted husband and a brilliant future was a life to be proud of. When I left the Hottle's I decided to go home and write all that had happened so you too can see the r-suits of ten years on these peoples lives.