Maupin High School - Redside Yearbook (Maupin, OR)

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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

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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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I left Harry and his sheep and again started my search for Sharon. I stopped in a restaurant in Madras and found out that Wilma Manual owned it. Wilma was busy in the office in the back. She said that business was so good that she didn't have anything to do but her bookkeeping and started out again. A very bright sign along the road caught my attention and I stopped to look at it. It was advertising Ed Coburns dance band in Reno, Nevada. I decided that I would like to see Ed so I started out on the long drive to Reno. Ed was busy with a rehearsal when I walked into the night club where he worked. Ed said he was happily married to his high school sweetheart, Lavelle. Ed introduced me to his band members and much to my surprise Don Bilodeau was his solo trumpet player. Don said he had been farming for some years but decided to join Ed's band. He said it was nice to be sure of the pay check. After leaving Ed I drove on into California hoping to find some trace of Sharon Day. Instead of finding Sharon I found Doris Schmidt and Dolores Martin. They are running a school for girls and are teaching them to protect themselves from men. They teach wrestling, boxing and ju-juitsu. They also write a lovelorn column in the local paper. As I drove to the coast I found Terry Ziegenhagen in a fish market in San Francisco. Terry was buying some clams. He said he was coaching a table tennis team at Notre Dame but was on vacation at the time. Just as I was about to ask if he was married three red-headed boys came running up to him. Terry said that he had just seen Ray Richmond and that Ray was a shoe model for a shoe manufacturer in Los Angeles. I drove down to see Ray and he had just finished a commercial on a TV program. Ray is engaged to Kathy and plans on marrying when he can afford to build that super service station. After I left Ray I found Don Walters at the Los Angeles airport. Don had just flown in. He was a jet pilot and had been testing a new pocket size model. I talked to Don for some time when I realized that Sharon Day was the only classmate I hadn't found. I asked Donnie about her and he said that he had heard that she was in Australia someplace. Don agreed to fly me there if we could locate her. After some inquires we found that Sharon was in a very remote part of Australia. I don't have any idea what she is doing there; some say she is a queen for a tribe of native bushmen who were fascinated by her height. Nevertheless, I'm on my way to find out... GOODBY ALL Juanita White sell 15