McMinnville High School - McMinnvillan Yearbook (McMinnville, OR)

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yryrw'w'w'vw Lincolnian 1935 Senior Class Prophecy ’Twas spring, gorgeous spring, and after spending ten years of my life as a traveling sports correspondent following my graduation from Mac Hi, I had been ordered to return to the old city to report on the thrilling annual snail race staged by those two famous racing snail breeders, Dey and Price. As 1 dropped down at the Metropolitan Airport, 1 was amazed to see Bill Foster driving up in an old-fashioned stage coach labeled “City-Center When 1 asked him why the unusual get-up. he informed me that in keeping with the race everything was being done in the old-fashioned way. “Well, well, well”, I said and looked about in search of more wonders. Sitting in a pop-corn wagon over by the main entrance was Naoma Mullikin shouting “NUTS” at everyone who went by. In front of her were Don Jones and Lawrence Loban pushing brooms, trying vainly to keep up with the constant shower of peanut shells being thrown by Paul Coleman, Wesley Wilbur, and Dale Sanders. In the airport cafe were Eulah Davis, Winifred Scofield, Frances Grenfell, and Ruby Miller, all prim in their hoops and bustles, serving as waitresses. In the kitchen, Byron Totten and George Staples were chief cooks; but they were forcing Walter Westall. their chief flunky, to do all the work. After eating a ham sandwich, I was forced to run to make the stage which wTas just leaving for town. Being the only passenger, 1 could talk freely to Bill, and so I was able to learn much about my former class-mates. Margaret Hermens and Bernice Bynum, I learned, had started a beauty parlor and were doing quite well. Jack Frisbie had become famous as the country’s leading detective, while “Shadow” Imlah and “Sleepy” Rinard were his two assistants. It seemed, also, that Alvilda George and Kathryn Cattle had started an “Advice to the Lovelorn” bureau in town and were doing a booming business with Pauline Watters. Ruth Pfouts, Marjorie Snyder, Beverly Combs. Dick Barclay, Milton Robins, Harold Kline, and Bob Lever. By this time we had pulled up at the Oregon Hotel. The main street was deserted as I got out of the coach. Bill informed me, however, that everyone was out at the high school gymnasium witnessing the great race which would take place in about an hour. On the way out I stopped at the city hall to see the mayor. I was told there by Geraldine Schenk, his secretary, that I would have to see him at the court house, so I hurried there. Going in, I inquired at the sheriff’s desk, where I was amazed to see Albert Henderson dressed up in full uniform. Taking me by the hand he led me into the hack room. There I found Oscar Chenoweth, Loren Clevenger, Earl Plumeau, and James Breeding playing five-hundred. I found out that these were the city’s leading statesmen who spent most of their time here. Hearing the sweet strains of an orchestra coming from the armory next door, I bade the boys good-bye and hurried over. There I found Walt Brown’s orchestra consisting of Pajre Twenty-two

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rTT nr Lincolnian 1935 Senior Cl ass Will We, the graduating class of 1935. being of sound body and mind, and realizing the underclassmen to be lacking of many qualities and necessities of life, do hereby will and bequeath the following fond possessions unto the following organizations and personages. To the sophomores we leave our natural poise and dignity in the hopes that they will profit by it in the future. To the juniors we leave Chaucer’s and Shakespeare’s masterpieces—gladly. To the faculty we leave all articles nailed down. Individual members do bequeath as follows: 1. Earl Plumeau—My title of “Senior Mouthpiece” to Bill Stryker. 2. Naoma Mullikin—My ability to lead pep songs to “Maestro” Dan Burdett. 3. Hubert Bernards—My ability to see over other people’s shoulders to Cliff Schenk. 4. Bob Dey—My vigor and remarkable scholastic record to Seth Maine. 5. Bob Lever and Beverly Combs—Our ability to hold down one seat in the assembly to the Warner-Anderson partnership. 7. Harold Kline—My orange sweater to the Salvation Army. 8. Ruth Pfouts—My ability to acquire prexies to absolutely no one. 9. Suzanne Barendrick—Don Francis in a fog. 10. Walter Westall—My ability to blow bugle calls with my schnozzle to Bernie Pringle. 11. Paul Coleman—My ability to make love like Clark Gable to Leonard Hon-nold. 12. Albert “Penelope” Henderson—My w’ell groomed looks to Lloyd Giddings. 13. Norman Chamberlain—My school visiting ability to the parents of the city. 14. Milton Robins—My baritone voice to Stanley Cellers. 15. Walter Brown—My chiseling technique to Phil Bladine. 16. “Marge” Snyder—My ability to make harmonic utterances on the piano to Paul Loop. 17. Oscar Murray—My talent for doing nothing to Wayne Fogel. 18. Walt White—My way with the women to Bob Jones. Patre Twenty-one ▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼▼ ▼ ▼▼▼

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 r r r 'nco nwn 2P35 Walt, Jess Grenz, Tommy Thornhill, and Ross Coughran playing La Cucaracha”, with a girl's trio, Virginia Taylor, “Sally” Beal, and Genevieve Burns vocalizing. On the floor were Walt White, Howard Thurston, DeEtta Fagan, and Louise Critcher doing a snappy version of the Rhumba. Arriving at the gym, 1 was attracted by a tremendous voice advertising “Jones’ Educated Flea Circus’, and there was Burt Nicol wearing a checkered vest and standing on a platform shouting at the top of his manly voice. After paying a nickel to Lela Bishop, the ticket agent, I went in and saw Grayce making the fleas do all sorts of quaint and odd tricks. In the crowd were Dona McElroy, Verna Madsen, Kenny Mann, Dorothy Parker, Armada Acuff, and Herbert Blackburn, all standing with mouths wide open with amazement. 1 didn’t like the show, however, and booed quite loudly. Grayce called her two bouncers, Walter Chamberlain and Earl Davis, and I was immediately ejected. Oh! Well! After picking myself up and dusting off my clothes, I went into the gym where the race was just about ready to start. Announcing the entrants over a public broadcasting system was Norman Reid. Hurrying around to the press box, I took my place with the other reporters. Seated beside me were Suzanne Barendrick and Dorothy Ramsey, fashion editors of the local papers. Looking about the crowd, I could see Enid Emery, Marie Duerst, Nadine Peters, Virginia Strong, Alice Simonson, and Jewell Trent, all shouting at the top of their voices for their favorites. At the sound of a bugle, the four entrants came on. led by Clair Stupfel. Ervin Cue, Byron Webster, and Oscar Murray, their trainers. Clair and Ervin, 1 learned, worked for Bob Dey, while Byron and Oscar were employees of Sam Price. After circling the track once, they lined up for the start. Paul Potter fired the gun for the start, and they were off. Hubert Bernards (chief judge because he could watch the entire track without climbing upon the judge’s stand) called them back, however, because one of Sam’s snails had cheated by crossing over in his opponent’s lane. In the meantime, Alyce Callahan. Kathryn Hobbs, and Mary Shelton had fainted from the excitement, Wesley Paulson, the house physician, being called to revive them. Again they started, this time successfully. Sam's snails had broken training, though, (they had been smoking, so 1 heard) and were completely outclassed by Bob’s racers. Hurrying back down-town 1 climbed into Bill's stage coach and was on my way to the airport. Arriving, I climbed on a giant air-liner and was once again leaving the grand old town. Smaller and smaller it grew until it was but a speck on the distant horizon. Page Twenty-three