Myrtle Point High School - Bobcat Yearbook (Myrtle Point, OR)

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union hic;h school I, William Donald, leave my handsome features to Elmo Christensen. I, Frank True, leave my “Lucky Tiger” to Eldon Thompson to be used on his hair during his coming years. I, Vera McCulloch, leave my curls to be divided among my admirers. I, William Forrest, leave the rest of my school year to Bert Han-derson in case he need it. I, Gale Abbott, leave my “roamin’ ” nose to Ernest Pearson. I, Truman Hartley, leave my Ford to Lloyd Davenport. I, Alice Willey, leave my A’s in Shorthand to be divided among next year’s class. I, Edward Forrest, leave my ability to graduate in five years to John Camden. I, Frank Sinko, leave my basketball abilities to Chrest Christensen. I, Clifton James, leave Virginia in the care of Beneva Volkmar, providing she does the right thing by her. I, Llewellyn Southmayd, leave my sense of humor to Norwood Brown. 1, Harold Carver, leave my pipe and tobacco to Keith providing he doesn’t make himself sick. I, Lyle Knight, leave my extra credits to anyone who can find them. I, Mary Gasner, leave my sweet disposition to Averil Laird. I, Naomi Hermann, leave my ability to make dates with Vera Knight, to Edward Sturdivant. I, Kermit Hayes, leave my curly hair to Agnes Axe. I, Agnes Parrish, leave my “skin one loves to touch” to Esther Guerin. Signed this eighteenth day of May, in the Year of Our Lord, nineteen hundred and twenty-eight. By Class of ’28. Witness: Mr. Pen, Paper Ink. ---------:o:---------

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MYRTLE POINT, OREGON 17 Senior Will We, the renowned members of the Class of ’28, being in our right minds and in full possession of our faculties, do hereby establish the following document as our last will and testament. Therefore, do we bequeath: Article I Section 1. To Mrs. Cooley, we leave sincere appreciation for her services which have helped so much in making our high school career a success. Section 2. To the Faculty, we leave all our old rulers for future use on the freshmen. Section 3. To the juniors, we leave the key to our much beloved Secret Senior Senate Room. Section 4. To the sophomores, we leave the hope that they will be able to improve so as to be able to uphold the high standards of the Myrtle Point Union High school. Section 5. To the freshmen, we leave the hope that they will learn the traffic regulations of M. P. U. H. S. Article II The individual members of our class have expressed the desire to make the following bequests: I, Madge Lakey, leave my power to “dye it” to Hermann Nelson. I, Alice Train, leave my bridal gown to Marion Young. I, Audrey Hamilton, having nothing to leave, make the wish that someone in the near future leave me fifty cents to get my hair cut. I, Francis Keltner, leave my dish-washing qualities to Durward Druliner. I, Karama McRay, leave my gift of gab to my sister-in-law, Helen McCracken. I, Shirley Carter, leave my gallantry to Lyle Carver. I, Edith Mecum, leave my fondness to ride a mule to Helene Karry, providing she ride it to school. I, Wilfiam Baker, leave my red hair to Clyde Maxson. I, Maxine Nelson, leave my love for French to Zona Kelly. I, Mitchell Myers, leave my managing powers to Leslie Barklow.

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MYRTLE POINT. ORF.CiON Senior Prophecy Dear Diary:— I have the queerest thing to tell you. Yesterday while I was canoeing I had the queerest dream and the queerest thing happened. Yes, everything is queer about what I am going to tell you. Well, to proceed—I fell asleep, as I said before, and here is my dream. I had a feeling as if I were falling, and then I was suddenly awakened by a bump. Opening my eyes I saw I had fallen on the leaf of the largest water-lily I have ever seen. (It was large, too.) I climbed over the middle-part and saw a stairway leading downward. Of course I was curious and, allowing my curiosity to get the better of me, I descended. At the bottom was a large castle. 1 looked all around to see if I could find anyone, but couldn’t, so I went on in. The room I entered was entirely empty of people and furniture. The other rooms were just as bare. I must make an exception to that last, as the last one had someone or something, whichever you want to call it, in it. (Sounds like the story “Sleeping Beauty,” doesn’t it?) It was or looked like, a girl, at least, the head did, but the rest of her was like a fish. I guess it was what one would call a “mermaid.” Anyway, when I entered this room she said, “You are the one I have been looking for for two weeks. Why didn’t you come sooner? You might have known I was looking for you.” She gave me such a scolding for staying away that I began to get worried, as I did not even know the meaning of it all. She then told me to sit down but as I didn’t see any chair, I sat on the floor. Squirming or wabbling over to one side of the room, the Mermaid, as I am going to call her from now on, opened a small cupboard and took out a small, brass-bound box. Bringing the box to me, she bade me open it, which I did. I found a bunch of keys and taking them out I gave them to the Mermaid. She took these keys and using one of them, unlocked another compartment in the box and took out an envelope. She gave it to me and told me to open it and read what was in it. This is what I read: “You are now going to be permitted to see what pro- fession the members of your class will be following five years from now. Take the bunch of keys the Mermaid has, of which there are twenty-eight, and unlock, one at a time, the scales of the Mermaid. ou will find inside each scale a small opening in which there will be a picture of a person and their profession written on the bottom of the picture.” Overcome with wonder I did as I was directed and this is the result: 1. Llewellyn Southmayd, a brush-axe in one hand and a dinner-pail in the other—a brush-slasher. 2. Agnes Parrish—in a ballet costume and her hair hanging below her waist (she always had beautiful hair)—a toe dancer. 3. Frank Sinko—(such a change)—wearing a dress suit, had a little mustache, and carried a beautiful tapestry over one arm—an interior decorator. 4. Edith Mecum—glasses on her nose, her hair slicked back over her ears, carrying a stack of books a mile high ar.d standing in front of m, , her five children with a meek looking man in the background—a teach- j U er. (I guess the little man was her husband although I always imagined , ' she would have a large man.) ' 5. William Forrest—in front of a shoe-stand, ragged suit, hair all slicked back, (as usual) and a lot of brushes in front of him— a bootblack. (I never thought it of him. I always imigined he would get married as soon as school was out.)