Maupin High School - Redside Yearbook (Maupin, OR)

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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.

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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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Meandering past the jail we looked in the bars only to see Lynn Hunt. Going in to see him he told us about his robbing a 22 caret diamond from a Maupin jeweler. The F.B.I. still hadn't found out where he hid the diamond, but the .Alcatraz authorities were getting very suspicious about his continuous stomach aches so they sent him here for observation. Lynn told us where Frankie Mahaffey worked so we went to see her. Frankie always wanted to be a psychologist so she could work with people. She didn't exactly get what she wanted. . . she now is taking care of the animals at the zoo and trying to find out their problems. Georgia Gray was at the zoo, too. She was printing a paper for the people to read while passing through the monkey land. While looking at the animals in their cages we would see a hand reach in and then disappear. Walking to the other side we saw Fred Iverson and Darrell Ashley. Not recognizing us because of their long hair hanging over their eyes, they begged us for 1 0£ for a cup of coffee. It was their hands that were stealing the animals food. Ruth pushed back their hair and was starting to scold them when they recognized us and started running. We later found out that they had taken up the occupations of being bums. Ruth and I vowed this time that no matter who we saw we weren't going to stop and talk with them because we would miss our crippled man. A septic tank truck stopped beside us and a red headed girl asked us if we wanted our septic tank cleaned. It was Don Niswender and Dorothy Hansen, or I should say ased to be Hansen. They said they were prospering in the business but sometimes got tired of it. They soon were going to retire and let their 12 boys take over. [ couldn't help but gasp when she said twelve, so she explained that they were Cheaper by the dozen. Earl Aulman was their hired man but they couldn't trust lim to drive since he was always running into posts along the road. Earl still lad the desire to build antiques. Standing by the hole in the ground waiting for our mysterious man Reba Goss valked past. We always knew that Reba was fast but we never realized how fast. 3She studied to be a dentist before she had to quit because of people constantly siting her fingers. After she quit she married Don and now has three boys. Reba's latest job is being a test driver for airplanes. She's had her arms broken i couple of times by the pressure but she said it was worth it because of the good say check each week. After Reba walked away our mystery man came up. His clothes were dirty ind wrinkled. After we asked him why he stayed under there so long and he had inswered us, we discoverd by the voice that it was Lloyd Holliday. He said he vorked for the sewer gang. He explained that he didn't come up to eat his lunch Jecause he stayed down there and played dice games with the other boys. We alked with Lloyd for awhile, then returned to our satellite. Stepping in and starting off we heard a muffled sound. Was it going to crash we wondered? investigating around we found our class advisor Mr. Monroe locked in a room tot able to move. Some college kid had robbed him and then left him in our Satellite gagged at the mouth. He insisted on staying with us so he could fly over lussia and see for himself if the behavior of their school students were better han those in the class of '56 at Maupin Hi. r We'll be seeing you, Good-bye. 17 .B Ruth and Susan