Maupin High School - Redside Yearbook (Maupin, OR)

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I, Raymond Richmond, will my feet to Ronald Holliday who already has a pretty good set of them. I, Donald Bilodeau, will my ability to get along with the teachers to Paul Peck Jr. Nothing like getting into trouble Paul. I, Roxy Hartwig, will the job of Girls League president to anyone who is foolish enough to take it and my grades in American Problems to Joyce Wing. I, Edwin Coburn Jr. , will my ability to take it easy to Lowell Bloom and my duckbutt to Ernie Whitecotton. I, Wilma Manual, will my quietness to Don Cooley; Some of the kids in study hall could use it. I, Dolores Martin, will my ability to skip school and get away with it to the first unfortunate person who is ackin' for a breakin'. I, Leon Wittnebel, will my ability to tell knock knock jokes to Danny Peck. You'll get lots of laughs Danny. I, Charles Sappington, will my ability to always have fun to Bob Woodside; I also will my good disposition to Frankie Mahaffey. I, Harry Schmidt, will my base-horn to Phillip Richie who'll be playing it next year anyway; I also will my curly hair to John Mayfield. I, Terry Ziegenhagen, will my athletic ability to Verne Crawford, and my ability to keep out of entanglements with the girls to David Hansen who needs a little advice. I. Barbra Endersby, will my position as senior class president to Stan Cheek, who I'm sure will do a fine job; I also will all of my old books to the fire insurance company. 13

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CLASS WILL We, the graduating class of nineteen hundred fifty four, Wasco County Union High School, Maupin, Oregon, being of unusual sound state of mind and body, do hereby make public and declare this to be our last will and testament. ARTICLE I Collectively we bequeath: To the faculty: Our fond memories and our thanks for the guidance you have given us. To the juniors: Our class spirit and our ability to do things successfully. To the sophomores: Our cheerful disposition and our dignified ways. To the freshmen: We leave our sincere regards and our best wishes for their future at Maupin High. ARTICLE II Individually we bequeath: I, Doris Schmidt, will my ability to get help with my homework to Janet Hofstra. I don't think you'll need it though Janet. I, Juanita Whitesell, will my messy locker to anyone who thinks they can keep it clean and I also will my position as editor of the Hi-Life to Janet Hofstra, who'll get it anyway. I, Harry Hawkins, will my ability to get along with the girls and my wolfish ways to Ronald Paulson. I, Sharon Day, will my ability to be true to some of these steady couples; I also will my ability to spike a volleyball to Shirley Snodgrass. I, Donald Walters, will my record of not missing any school for four years to any freshman who wants it. 12

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PROPHECY Here it is May 17, 1964, exactly ten years since I graduated from Maupin High School with fifteen classmates. After giving it some thought I decided to look them up and see what each was doing. As soon as I made arrangements for someone to carry on my job as editor and chief of the Maupin Afternoon Post I left for Portland in search of Barbra (Endersby) Ambrose. Barb and Mel and their two blonde-haired boys were living in a cute little cottage for four. Barb said that her housework was keeping her busy, but she did find time for some outside activities. One I found out later was president of a bird watchers club. After I left Barb, a young looking man came up to me and tried to sell me a life insurance policy. I recognized him as Leon Wittnebel. Leon forgot about his insurance (lucky for me) and started talking about the good times our class had back in old Maupin High School. Leon said he had finished college and was an electrical engineer, but that selling insurance fascinated him so, that the worked for an insurance company part of the time. Leon gave me the address of another schoolmate, Harry Del Hawkins, who he had sold quite a bit of insurance too. When I found Harry Del I knew why he had so much insurance. He was a rodeo rider. Harry said he liked the excitment of the rodeos so he just followed them around. He said he had invested in a ranch in Texas, and was hoping to settle down if he could find Roxy. I left Harry with high hopes as I told him I was on my way to find Roxy. Roxy I learned was in New York working for a large clothing store. I was able to talk to her on the telephone for some time and she told me that she had just returned from Paris. She said that she was a model and had been on tour for the last three months. I told Roxy about Harry Del and she said that she would look him up, but right now she had a date with a certain sailor. Poor connections broke our conversation before I could find out who he was. While searching for Sharon Day I found Harry Schmidt walking down the streets of Shaniko. Harry owns one of the largest sheep ranches in the world located in Shaniko. Harry said that he still couldn't see how English was going to help him as a sheepherder. I gave Harry a ride out to his ranch where he showed me around. While looking around I saw a man on a horse who looked familiar. As he came closer I saw it was Chuck Sappington. Chuck said that he was working as Harry's foreman while he was on parole from Alcatraz. He had been caught while spying for Russia. 14