McMinnville High School - McMinnvillan Yearbook (McMinnville, OR)

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PROPHECY SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY I pulled into McMinnville in the spring of 1941 on the 10:1 I, which ar-livedat I :32 and six ticks, to be exact. As I brushed the stains of travel from my garb of multi-colored hues, who do I spy emerging from a gondola (gravel car) but old “Lou” Parker, and Finis the Hebrew King” of Palestine. The reunion was a happy one, and we proceeded down the main thoroughfare to the cld village pump. Along the green we saw the “Rollo” Jones’ Fancy Staple Grocery Emporium. Immediately upon seeing the sign we walked hastily to the door where (ones recognized us through our matted beards and we fell upon each others neecks and wept. He led us in and fed us and began to elucidate upon the news. “You remember Tressa Phillips and Wakeman, don’t you,” said Jones, well they had to go to Salem. They thought they were Merry Christmas and Santa Claus.” Just then Orile Robbins, who we learned was Mac’s street cleaner and official bootlegger, and Grant Osborn, who had inherited “Wright’s” by marriage, entered. After the glad hand had passed around we all went out and got in Jones’ fliver and set out to tour Yamhill county. I'oot-toot, we went down the street and as we turned the corner, Dale Over in his Rolls-Rough dashed past, followed by Lee Barnum on a bicycle. Lee was the city dog catcher and “cop.” Jones stepped on the gas and we gave chase. At the corner where the Baptist church stands we ran in to the midst of a wedding party that was crossing the street. Kelly Shumaker, the bridegroom, had been knocked down, but his bride, Jesse Slater, had bent a fender on the fliver and turned it over. The brides-maids, LaVelle Irvine and Helen Peery, were still running, and Joe Knight, the best man, was licking up the remains from a broken bottle in the gutter. “Rattle Bang.” Out in the green, clean country “we shimmied.” And as we passed Clif Smith’s chicken ranch we ran over his chickens, both of them. Clif’s wife, Lea Brixey Smith, came running out but we shouted in glee and went on in a cloud of dust. Les. Simpkins was in the dust so naturally he got run over. We stopped and he rose up from the road. He was in a G. A. R. uniform and had been marching. “I see the lights of the village,” he said as he pointed into the empty air. We understood, so we climbed back in the car and went on. In due course of conversation we learned that Titus had become a champion muscle bound weight lifter. This was indeed news. But then Titus was always a surprise. As time hung heavily on our hands we turned around and went back to town. That evening, before going to the hotel for dinner, we went down to the park to hear the band. Lo and behold! Bunny Boyce was the leader and Harold Woodson was the band. We tired of the music and went to the “Auto” where we dined. The waitress was Fleeta Maloney. It was hours before she stopped talking. We then went to a surprise party—everybody was surprised when we came in. The hostess was Alice Cameron, the editor of the “Village ’Foot. Fat Miller and his wife, Ethel Roe Miller, were there so we left and went up to “Laughlin the Lawyer’s” office. He gave us a line but it didn’t hurt us.

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of McMinnville High School, in the Year of Our Lord one thousand nineteen hundred and twenty-two, having completed oj torious, renowned, benevolent, and fictitious career, do hereby convey gratuitously our possessions which we have coveted for the past four years, to the pres and future students of McMinnville High School. The Senior Class leaves to the Junior Class our seats on the east side of the assembly, our Senior cloakroom, and our ability to keep on the good side of all the instructing machines in the building. To Mr. Bauman, we, the Senior Class, do bequeath a brand new bell with a guaranteed, undetachable clapper. To the under-classmen we leave Mrs. Edwards, as official chaperone for all social occasions. We, the S. O. F. F., do bequeath to the “J” Club our most precious book on traveling and social etiquette which is the secret of our modesty and desirable manners. Gail Vinton leaves Bertha. Verl Miller wills his last two bottles of Anti-fat and Stay Thin to the unsophisticated Allen Shirley. I, Dale Over, do bequeath by ability to “roll over,” “come over,” “jump over,” “distill it over,” and “any way to get over” to Lamont Stone. Maude Ingalls wills her haughty, supercilious, disdainful air to Violet Voltmer. Donald Evans leaves his large accumulation of silence to be used only in noisy assembly periods. I, Neva Sitton, do bequeath my speedy walk to the ever vacillating Philip Carmicheal. Amarette Barnes wills her “curly locks” to Gladys Petty. I, Gladys Cook, do bequeath my position as Song Leader to Irene Cameron. Kelly Shumaker leaves the tonic he uses to keep his hair red to Eulalia Phinn. I, Alice Vesta Cameron, to some poor creature, do bequeath my position as McMinnvillan Editor. Galena Sandwick wills to Phyllis Myers her ability to be seen and not heard. We. the Parker brothers, do bequeath to the Junior boys our efficient methods of attracting the opposite sex. I, Fleeta Maloney, do bequeath my squeaky voice to Hump A® I, Robert Lauehlin, to Clair Feely leave my ability to disprove statements. I, Margaret Milton, do leave my elaborate mode of hairdressing to Alice Daniels. Harold Wakeman bequeaths his ability to make a short recitation seem long to Herald Edwards. Sealed this thirtieth day of March. Nineteen Hundred and Twp '- Signed—Tressa Evelxm Phillifi'. Signed—Rosie Mae Wagner,

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1 I he curfew rang and we stole like Arabs to our pallet in the former El-l.erton, now the Vinton Hostlery. 1 he next day we went the rounds of the places where nobody was home and made pretty good wages till we came to Gladys Cook’s house, where she over powered us and turned us over to the police. So that night the Police Matron, Rose Wagner, let us stay at the “City Hall. Lola Rhodes and Gladys Harshberger, the Salvation Army lassies secured our release by a heart-rending speech before Don Evans, the mayor and political boss of McMinnville. We lounged on the corner like we used to do in “Ye Goode Olde Dayes” all afternoon and watched a parade of “uprising working girls” who were com plaining of the high price of hair nets. 1 hey were Margaret Milton, Lois Moffat. Lucille Kirkwood, Marion Llendrcks, and Mable Dunn, as well as others wc did not know. I'hey were led by their able leader, Beulah Holland. The sight of all these women was too much for our simple souls so we went into Ross Cruik-shanks Cigar Factory to rest a while. Van Peebly is Health Commissioner in the Fiji Islands and Lorina Stallings is the native Queen said Ross, Frank Braden is agitating free pickles’ in Whiteson. Maude Ingalls has a nice place on captive balloons up above the 3 mile limit. Her chief bartender is ‘Tiny’ Olmstead.” The rest of the boys were sleeping soundly by this time so I followed suit. We were awakened by the sound of a battle. A woman, who, through the smoke proved to be Bernice Leger, was dragging Ross away. She was his wife, apparently. Outside we were just in time to see the town chain gang trot past in lock-step. Among its hard-boiled members we observed Clem Wallace, up for smuggling Sauer Kraut into h amhill county. He ought to have been arrested, the mean thing. There was also Bride the Bigamist and Milne, who had been made to ring the curfew to haze himself when he joined the International Correspondence School to study the proper method of safe blowing. Amarette Barnes was their driver and she beat them unmercifully. Th is awoke us to the fact that we were lonelv and needed a change, so we beat it for the depot, arriving just in time to board the semi-annual freight, as it went through. We got aboard softly, except that the dog belonging to Christenson, the station agent, got away with the seat of Louie’s pants. Well Hugh, ’ said Finis, “they didn’t need any of your El Smarto for burns but Louie does for his pants.” 1 oot I oot said the train as it rounded the curve and Mac disappeared from view. Hugh Parker. Finis Filzmaurice.