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

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We, Annabelle Vadnais and Peck Walton leave our happy romance to Rosalie Laird and Chet Zumwalt. I. Bob Dunn, will my fine vocabulary to some inspired Freshman, who wants to take the trouble to go look up the meanings of words. I. Jean Clarno. will my ability to get ones in English, to Joe Nichols. I. Beverly Haynes, will my fine writing to Teddy Smith. I. Benita Floyd, will my height to towering Ruth Sumerlin. I. Rose Miller, will my love for social economics to some poor Senior next year. I. Dorothy Payton, leave all my boy friends to Barbara McLarrin. I. Shag Wilson, leave my position as class bouncer, to some muscle bound Junior. I. Ernest Evernden will my wild driving to Theron Morris. I. Colleen Goodman, will my dainty ways to Nola Crawford. I. Shirley Rackleff. will my ability to catch ensigns, to Pat Overton. I. Mary Ann Belshaw, will my ability to write letters so often, to anyone who thinks he can do it. I. Hick Belloni. will my ability to go steady, to Rinso. We. Jack LaFlamme and Donna Moomaw, will our outstanding brains to some needing Freshman. I. Melvin Zumwalt. leave by job of hauling girls back and forth to school, to anyone who can stand the strain. I. Jennie Booth, will my ability to jitterbug, to Roy Anderson. I. Edmond Bargelt. will my track ability to Paul Stock. I, Connie Demaray, will my loud and rowdy ways, to Eloise Vadnais. I. Ben Dement, will my ability to get good grades, to Marvin Crosby. We. Golda Mantz and Claire Stock, will our habit of always being on time, to our little sisters. We. Dorothy Eads and Dorothy Payton, will our habit of always having our yellow slips in on time, to Billie Osborne and Ruth Jenkins. I. Bonnie Lackey, will my office job to anyone who thinks she can fill it. We. Sabra Pointer and Averil Parrish, will our driving ability, to Aura Lee Sheedy and Callie Smith, but take our C. G. with us. I. Virginia Wilson, leave my Senior class president position, to any brave Junior. I. Pauline Shinkle. will my front seat in the English room, to Phyllis Roush. We. Donald Linn and Edgar Moon, will our ability to read Macbeth, to Glen Daniels and Harrison Floyd. 1. Wally Mast, will my ability to drive school busses, to Leland Harry.

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Dear Diary: Do you remember September 19. 1941. when a fine bunch of Freshies first made their entrance into M. P. H. S.? Both girls and boys did well in athletic showing and we also won the Inter-Class Yell Contest, followed by the winning of the Inter-Class Cup in our Freshman year. Again in our Junior year we took first in the Yell Contest. Remember putting on the Junior play. The Ugly Duckling.” with Beady Miller and Ben Dement playing the leads? Remember the fine job Lavarre Ramey did in frying the chickens for a supper one night? We really had fun the Friday that we skipped school and went to Ban-don. Brave, weren't we. especially when we kidnapped two of the teachers and took them along. First aid wasn't so bad. though! But staying in at noon was! Then came our great Prom and Banquet. The gym looked really swell. Remember the fun in cleaning the floor on our knees? Our banquet turned out to be quite a success. Our last year found us short of men since Lavarre Ramey, Hubert Deav-ers. Lee Zinn. Bob Dunn. Bill Williams and Ralph Caffey are in the Navy, and Edmond Bargelt and Ansel Northup are in the Army. We will always remember what a swell guy Harold Reed was and how we all missed him when he joined the Marines. We were all shocked to hear that he was killed on Saipan. The Senior Play turned out fine, with Beverly Haynes. Colleen Goodman. and Harold Belloni playing the leads. The Juniors gave us a swell banquet and dance. Didn't we have fun on our skip day? Oh, that sunburn! ! Well, dear diary, you realize by now how fine a bunch we were and we shall go forth and prove to be worthy of mention on the immortal pages of history, as established for good old M. P. H. S. I. Bill Sumerlin. will my curly locks to Jack Anderson. I, Willard Lucas, will my shy. quiet ways to Gene Wells. We, Fern Nickason and Irene Detlefsen. leave our inseparable comradeship to Donna Floyd and Donna Ward, but take with us our lads from Coos Bay and Coquille.

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As official inspectors of hospitals. I visited the Mast hospital, owned and operated by Wally and Faye. As I was strolling past the surgery, who should I see but Ben Dement, the doctor, and Sabra Pointer, who was administering the anesthetic. They were busily working over the patient. As I drew closer. I recognized Jennie Booth. Eagerly she beckoned to me and started telling me about her dream. It seems she had gone on a long trip. She hopped in a taxi and discovered it was driven by an old classmate. Melvin Zumwalt. Jennie, upon inquiring about some of the kids, was informed that Golda Mantz, now Melvin's wife, is also running a taxi. As they neared an intersection, they heard a newspaper boy yelling the head lines: Shag Wilson, President. She bought a paper and found that Claire Stock, Shag's beautiful wife, is making an outstanding first lady. It is reported that they are very successful in their new enterprise. Driving along the street their attention was drawn by a melodious voice, giving out with Tesse's Torch song. The voice sounded familiar and as they stopped in front of the Seagul club imagine who was the doorman. None other than Bill Sumerlin. She had quite a chat with him, and found it was Rose Miller who was singing in the club. Jennie went in to see Rose and found that the club was owned by Pauline Shinkle and was operated under the skillful management of Dorothy Eads. Both girls have been doing very well in this business and have been able to secure several good acts: the stars being members of Jennie’s old class. The girls invited Jennie to be their guest for the evening so that she might see their performances. After a hearty meal of a hamburger and lemon coke at Jack LaFlamme's Cafe, better known as Jack's Greasy Spoon Drive-In. Jennie returned to Pauline's Seagul club. Walking into the club, she was stopped by a tall stranger who announced himself as Ernest Evernden. Ernest, it seems, has made quite a fortune running a chain of used car lots. He asked Jennie to join he and his wife, nee Benita Floyd, at their table. Benita has become leader of all Youth Builder, Inc., in New York City. A gust of applause was heard when master of ceremonies. Willard Lucas. announced the opening number to be a ballet. The Spirit of the Wind, by Dorothy Payton, who has been studying in Vienna under Vera Zorina. Her number was a sensation and was immediately followed by a piano solo presented by Fern Nickason, who composes her own music and has had published several really good books on boogie-woogie. Upon asking about Fern's old side-kick, Irene Detlefsen. Jennie found that she is now editor of the exclusive fashion magazine. Gruesome Patterns. Jennie't attention was brought back to the program by the Master of Ceremonies, announcing that the comedian team of Sad and Sack, who are really Connie De aray and Edmond Bargelt. would present their famous skit, She's a Real Sad Tomatoe. This number completed the floor show, so Jennie bade her friends good-by, and as she was walking out the door, who should she meet but the form-