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

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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.)

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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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UNION HlCiH school 6. Gale Abbott—in a long black dress, a song book in one hand and a queer hat on his head. (He looked like he was supposed to be singing.)—a salvation worker. 7. Karama McRay—dressed in the height of fashion (much be-frilled, curled, etc.)—a noted movie-actress. 8. Shirley Carter—looking the same as ever—Karama’s director. (Queer, I wonder how long it will last.) 9. Mary Gasner—dressed very sensible (just the opposite of Karama)—Karama’s wardrobe mistress. 10. Harold Carver—looking like he did on last Senior day (old-iashioned, holes in his trousers, etc.)—a day-laborer in a mine in South America. 11. Kermit Hayes, a stove-pipe hat, dress suit, cane, etc.—a president of a great bank of New York. • 12. Alice Willey, in a bright flouncy dress, no sleeves, hair curled, sitting in front of a secretary’s desk—a private secretary. 13. Lyle Knight, seated in a room richly furnished with works of the Orient and beautiful women lounging on cushious around him—a Turk. 14. Vera McCulloch, dressed in an Egyptian costume—an usher in a theatre. 15. William Donald, dressed as usual, very neat, only wearing glasses (funny, his eyes never used to bother him)—Dean of Men at the Washington University. 16. William Baker, an old straw hat on his head, overalls (a rake over one shoulder and a little boy hanging to him)—married and a farmer (I never thought it.) 17. Naomi Hermann, a boyish haircut, her dress exceedingly short, and a long necklace around her throat—a beauty parlor owner. 18. Clifton James, in a checked suit of black and white, and a straw hat. Behind him was a gilt sign which read, “Remember us and your troubles are over.”—an undertaker. 19. Frank True, in a handsome roadster, his hair cut long and a flower in his button hole. The back of his car was packed with bags— a traveling salesman. 20. Edward Forrest, in a surgeon’s white uniform and all kinds of tools around him—a famous physician. (He always did like to cut up.) 21. Truman Hartley, in a bathing suit—a life saver. (He always used to like to get drowning girls out of trouble.) 22. Clarence Carrick, in a pair of cords with suspenders, and carrying a broom in one hand and a bucket in the other—the janitor of M. P. U. H. S. 23. Mitchell Myers, dressed as a fireman—chief fireman of Marshfield. (He always hated Marshfield, I thought.) 24. Audrey Hamilton, hair cut short (I knew she would never let it grow.)—a pail in one hand—a milk-maid. 25. Alice Train, a green uniform on, carrying a tray of dishes still a waiter in the Jack and Jill. (I guess she left her husband.) 26. Madge Lakey, dressed in an attractive afternoon dress and flowers all around her—an attendant in a florist shop. 27. Maxine Nelson, surrounded by canvasses of all shapes and sizes, a noted artist. (Just as I thought.) 28. Francis Keltner, taking a picture of someone—dressed in a long flowing gown, and his hair below his ears, a photographer. That is all of my dream. When I told some of my friends about it they laughed at me but nevertheless the vision remains.