Maupin High School - Redside Yearbook (Maupin, OR)

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I, Frankie Mahaffey, will my habit of tip-toeing down the halls to Jay who gets caught running in them, and my dramatic ability to James Tidyman. I, Dolores Sanders, will my ability to get to school within two minutes after the tardy bell to Mr. Owens, who may make it one of these days, my position as Girls' League president to anyone who is foolish enough to take it, and my messy locker to Jeanette if she thinks she can keep it clean. I, Lloyd Holliday, will my ability to sleep during English without the disturbance of the teachers noise to Bob Woodside. I, Lynn Hunt, will my position as laziest to Keith who has a head start now, my ability to get along with Bill Kramer to Butch Barber, and my athletic ability to brother Billy. I, Jack Hawkins, will my ability to go with one girl for 3 1 2 years to Ron Holliday, and all the solos I had to play in band to Phil Ritchie. I, Georgia Gray, will the position of Hi - Life editor to Betty Hughes who'll get it anyway, and my good conduct grades to anyone lucky enough not to have a teacher catch them. I, Patti Salsbery, will my position on the volleyball bench to Marcia Huss and my ability to get ones in citizenship to Jeff Ziegenhagen who really doesn't deserve them. I, Reba Goss, will my ability to make well-hidden mistakes in the account book and a strong magnifying glass to Darlene Nance and all the qualities I don't posses to anyone who wishes to develop them. I, Ruth Whitesell, will my place on the volleyball team to Darlene Whitesell, and my letter-writing during school hours to Barbara Whitecotton. I, Mary Lou Beebe, will my ability to get along with and love Mr. Chamberlin (in band) to Billie Jean Yeager, and my good conduct grades to LeRoy Fisher. I, Charlene Lease, will my ability to not study to Dot Pounds, who doesn't seem to study much anyway. I, Fred Iverson, will my football ability to Verne Crawford, my football suit to whoever can fill it, and my ability to whip any Sophomore to any Junior who needs it. I, Earl Aulman, being of weak mind and weaker will power, will my football uniform to Dick Boggs, my torn music to Jeralyn Ziegenhagen, my extra 40 pounds to Joe Cubic, and to my very special friend Wilma Peetz, I will my green plastic spoon. I, Ron Paulson, will my 6'7 to Bill Hunt, and my position as senior class president to anyone who likes to make speeches at banquets. I, Susan Walters, will my ability to stay out of trouble and worries with boys to Lori McDaniel, and my ability to skip school and get away with it to Kathy Walters. ARTICLE IV We the Senior Class do hereby name and appoint Mr. Len Monroe as the sole executor of this last will and testament. 15

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CLASS WILL ARTICLE I We, the class of nineteen hundred and fifty-six, having been pronounced of sound mind and stupendous intelligence, do hereby make and declare this to be our last will and testament, witnessed by the following officers of the Senior Class, Ron Paulson, Jack Hawkins, and Susan Walters. ARTICLE II Collectively we bequeath the following: To our Parents: Our thanks for their unselfishness, and wisdom, and count- less virtues that have governed our lives to become better citizens. To the Faculty: Peace and quiet, may it be everlasting and our thanks for the many wonderful memories you have given us. To the Custodians: Our thanks for the wonderful service you have given us in the past years at Maupin High. To the Junior Class: We leave our class spirit, undying dignity, and superiority To the Sophomore Class: Our good judgment and ability to make decisions. To the Freshman Class: Our ability not to carry a grudge, even towards the teachers. ARTICLE III Individually we bequeath: I, Dorothy Hansen, will the freshman boys to Betty Hughes, my ability to go with just one boy to Darlene Nance and my ability to sneak in after curfew to Donna and Jeanette. I, Don Niswender, will my wasted noon hours in the hall to Larry Hubbell who is learning rapidly, my old broken-down, worn out, green and cream Plymouth with the pretty green sunvisor to Bob Woodside since it is already used to early morning hours. I, Paul C. Peck Jr. , will my ability to insult anyone, anywhere, anytime, to Sandra Angel. A few scooter wrecks to Jeanette and second base to Dick Boggs I, Darrel Ashley, will my 5th period study hall in the board room to anyone who can use it, my ability to get along with Miss Bonney to Danny Peck, and my notebook full of book reports to Don Rowan. I, LaVelle Webb, will all the echoes from my cheerleading yells to Dale Martin with the request that he petrify them and place them in the MHS trophy case, my old green notebook to Jo Webb and my shrunken brain to the Biology department. 14

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CUSS PROPHECY The year. . . 1966. Just 8 years after the first satellite was shot up into the sky by the United States. Ruth and I were trying to catch a flea mongrol in our dog catching business when a scrap of paper flew into Ruth's face. Fanning through it we saw an ad for two volunteers to be the first people to liveon the satellite. Letting the dog i off we got to thinking of being up there and never again having to chase dogs. On the satellite while looking around through our telescope we saw a crippled, hunch-back man. He'd go under the ground and not come out until late in the evening. Our curiosity got the best of us ! We soon were landed and started investigation when we saw our school friend Jack Hawkins. We noticed the bandages and bruises but asked about the crippled man instead. He said that he didn't know anything about him so we asked him about his injuries. We got our answer, None of your business. After pumping him for over an hour he reluctantly told us that Juanita sometimes gets hot tempered and starts laying it on him. Her main weapon was the rolling pin. Walking along the street we saw a woman chasing a man which reminded us of our dog catching days. . .fun all day only to get nothing. Feeling sorry for the poor woman and deciding to help her we started running and caught up with her. Ruth gasped, LaVelle. She told us she was getting pretty desperate and now had to run after the men but she didn't know how long her heart would hold up since it was in pretty bad condition. We also noticed a few gray hairs. We went back to the place where we saw the crippled man. Soon he came up but since he was a stranger we felt funny about asking him why he stayed under the ground all day. We were standing there with blank faces when I felt something crash into me. It was Ron Paulson and I found out it was a baby bugg)’ that had almost pushed me over. It was easy to understand the incident when I ‘ saw him trying to push two carriages with each arm. Ron said Two sets of twins are sure hard to raise. He also told us that Paul Peck was working at the museum so we started on our way to see him. On our way to see Paul we heard a soprano voice from up above. Recognizing the voice of Dolores Sanders we went up to see her. During her spare time she ! is now singing in the local town opera. She hopes to sing in the Metropolitan Opera. Leaving Dolores we soon found Paul. He was sitting on the museum lawn trying to fix a mouse trap. We soon found out why he had aged so. He's still trying to find out what green cheese is made out of. Paul also borrowed $5. 00 from us and blushing said, Those moon lots I am buying are quite expensive. . On the other side of the museum was a college. Paul told us that Charlene Lease was there studying to be a bugologist. Charlene's still trying not to get kicked out over twice a week. She said I'm doing real good. I've only been kicked out once this week. The day we saw her was on a Tuesday. While walking over to the place where we saw the crippled man we met Mary Lou. She very proudly told us about her four boys and how they think they will make good basketball players. She said that Roy insisted they won't have trouble untangling their legs and picking up their feet like he has. We saw the tallest man ahead of us. Wondering who could ever be that tall we rushed up to see. It turned out that the man was a woman named Pat Salsber Patti said, in her low voice. That she was wearing Uncle Sam's suit to attract attention. Someday she hoped that a talent scout would spy her and give her a screen test. When we asked her how she grew so tall she shyly lifted up her pan leg to show a blond pair of stilts.