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

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Senior Class Prophecy . . . IN a jj;ay caravan there s a lady they call the Gipsy. Yes, she sees all, knows all, and—tells all. Quote: I see two beautiful girls. Yaz, they are danzing. One is a peroxide blonde. She tells me that her name is Betty Van Doren. The other, she saz her name is Ivylene Floyd. Look! two men cut in on them. Handsome? Yaz, and their names are Glade Krewson and Ted Smith. The ballroom, she has turned into water. A ship is sailing onto the water. Captain Ed Brown’s red hair is seen. He says, “Crawl Aboard,” to his crew. Among his crew are Ralph Cotton, Ray Clarno, Norman Moms, and Bill Dayton, who is sitting on the crow’s nest playing “South America Take It Away,” on his saxaphone. it “U1 SUld-enly land C°meS 'nt° my Creestal balL 11 is the 'sland of Lu-Lu: spelled backwards it The ship, whooz name ecz August Flower,” pulls to an abrupt stop at the edge of Lu-Lu.” Two mermaids are seen under the dock. The blonde one is Mjyra Wyrick. The dark-haired one is Margaret Meyer. Two sailors jumped off the ship into the ocean and swam away with the mermaids. Their names are John O’Sullivan and Burton Wilson. Everyone is much happy because the ship is here. The inhabitants of “Lu-Lu” all run to meet the crew. The Tower of Aloha comes into my creestal ball. Sitting on it is Ruth Culbertson and she is throwing lets to Bob Shelton, who is strumming a tune on his leetle guitar. The name of the song is “What Do You W|ant To Make Those Eyes At Me For?” Everyone is still much excited over the docking of the August Flower and hula-dancers greet them zestfully. Lorraine Smith and Joyce Northrup are wearing leetle grass skirts and have flowers in their hair, around their necks and a little bouquet is embracing their ankles. They sing much while they dance with Bob Herring and Eddy Ellis. Ah, thees ees a land of much love and music. The ship s crew is now going to the village of Kolakakana. As the crew briskly walks down the street, they wave to one of their old shipmates, Chet Zumwalt, who is now tending bar. A closer vista disclosed the silhouette dance of Dick Gill and Eloise Vadnais. The name of the club is Zig-Zag, and if you’re from Missouri, come in and be confirmed. Eventually the crew came to a little farm. Dale Hoffman is harvesting his pineapple crop while his wife, the former Thelma Huff, pulls a lettle plow though the few thousand of rows. A Luau is going on in Honolulu. Dolores Barkley and Ramona Francisco have just become brides and the festival will continue for several weeks. Their maid and butler, Jerene Bell and Keith Bushnell, are quite beesy preparing food and drink for thees fine occasion. After a few refreshments, the crew picks up a couple of guys from the “Lu-Lu Institution of Higher Education.” This place specializes in the development of muscles on the arms of bugs,(not human bugs). The gentlemen’s names are Perry Roper and Bob Detlefsen. They haven’t as yet figured out how to grow the arms on the bugs, but they are making many futile attempts just the same. I now see Evelyn Leeper in a leetle shop of her own where she is giving Leland Harry a permanent. He is going to an entertaining concert this evening. Walt Barklow will play his violin and the melodious music of Raymond Lakey with his Jew’s harp will also be heard. Finally, the crew figures it has explored enough of the exciting island of “Lu-Lu.” They go back to the dock and find a heliocopter instead of a ship waiting for them. As they climb in, the aviator, Murl Laird, and his co-pilot, Pat Overman, are preparing to take them away. My creestal ball, she has gone blank. I shall tell you more next May.” —The Gipsy.

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Senior Class History . . . WE were an awe-stricken group of freshies who stalked into the halls of learning four years ago, and after a miserable day finally found ourselves enrolled as members of old M. P. H. S. We were greeted by the sophomores with a never-to-be-forgotten initiation which was just about as much fun for us as for our executioners. After that first week we considered ourselves full-fledged high school students. Although we endeavored to rate high in inter-class sports we didn’t win much glory our first year. The next year our class, decreased in size upjn the enlistment in the service of some of our boys, had quite an eventful school year. One spring evening we piled into several cars and went on a skating party, which turned out to be so much fun that we went again a few weeks later. Everyone turned out to see Maxine Wilson and Bill Dayton in a gay, humorous pantomine, which constituted our sophomore assembly for the year, and was considered a great success. Our junior year we jumped up to second place in inter-class contests and one of our big successes was taking first place in basketball. About October if you had come into our halls and seen boys and girls scurrying in every direction with hammers, nails, crepe paper, and boards you would have known that something interesting was going on. Yes, you guessed it—the carnival! That was a gay hard-working time for everyone, and when the big night came it was well worth all the work. All of the concessions did a rushing business and our class came out second in inter-class points for this event. If you had seen a junior walking around the halls w'ith a little book entitled “Which Shall He Marry?” and mumbling to himself—no, there was nothing wrong, he was just a member of the play cast trying to memorize his part. It was a hectic, but enjoyable few weeks, when Ed Brown and Eloise Vadnais playing the lead, with Dolores Barkley, Ramona Francisco, Pat Overton, Betty an Doren, Evelyn Leeper, Bob Detlefsen and Johnetta Miller turned out faithfully to practice their parts, under the capable direction of Phil Ryan. The proceeds of the play went toward our last big event of the year, the Junior-Senior Banquet and Prom. We juniors know what it is to scrub a dirty gym floor, for we are still wringing mop water out of our joints. From a bare, drab gym it turned into a dimly lighted blue and white ballroom with tables around the outside of the floor where refreshments were served, and those not dancing might sit and watch the dancers and listen to the music. To start the big evening we went to the Presbyterian church where we enjoyed a delicious chicken dinner. Later we all went to the beautifully decorated gym and danced to the music of Mfcdford Fuller and his orchestra. Everyone seemed to enjoy the occasion immensely and it was considered a great success. That ended our junior year and we looked forward to the responsibility of being mighty seniors. Agrin the halls were filled with the noise of hammering and sawing and preparations for the carnival were once again under way. The seniors had the gym for their concessions and the smoker drew the largest crowds. The carnival was an unusually good success, the proceeds going toward the installation of the football lights. We seniors took second place in this. That much whispered about day, of course we mean “Skip Day,” when “mum” was the word and everyone trying to find out where we were going, finally came. We left bright and early and after an exhausting day returned tired, but happy. May 2 the juniors honored us with the traditional Prom and Banquet. We thank the juniors very much for the work they put in on it to make such a good time possible and hope that they will receive as good a time. What a happy day was May 16 when we had our last classes. We felt good to know w’e were getting out of classes before the others. On May 18 we attended Baccalaureate Services which was a very impressive service in the beautifully decorated church. Then the biggest night of all camejmd we weere about as frightened as the day we entered high school. It was May 23 and we were leaving our school for the last time to make our own way in life. It gave us an odd feeling when we received our diplomas and knew we were leaving our old Alma Mater. We hope that the classes following us will have as may wonderful times as we did in Myrtle Point Union High School.

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Senior Class Will . . . V7Kt the class of 1947, of the Myrtle Point High School, supposedly being in our right “ minds, in full possession of our faculties, and acting under no bribery or indiscretion, ordain and publish this last document—our will and testament. To the school as a “hole” we leave the following with the hope that they will be used wisely. A one-hour lunch period; a ping-pong table in each class room so that the students who get bored with the lessons can entertain themselves; and five minutes between each class so the teachers can pick up the yo-yos, paper airplanes, and other miscel-aneous articles the students have left behind and to allow the students a few minutes to blow their bubble-gum. Our Christmas present, in advance, is our new lockers and may the other students get as much good out of them an we did (n’t). To the Juniors we leave “MacBeth” and they have our deepest sympathy. We know they will enjoy the records—but they’ll never compete with Orson Welles. To the Sophomores we leave our quiet, dignified ways in the halls and classes. We know they need it, especially in English, where “concentration yields good results.” To the Freshmen we leave our might and power over the other classes. May they remember our application of the Golden Rule: “Do unto others ‘before’ they do unto you.” To Mr. Norton, who has had the great privilage of being our principal for two years, we leave our best wishes—and a list of all the booking agents for vaudeville entertainers, whom we hope he will add to the National Assembly programs. Then we could have some good entertainment at least once a week. If they were scheduled when we have tests coming up, there would be no doubt of financial support. To Mr. Harvey, our proud adviser, we leave our good intentions for becoming good citizens out in the world. We thought of buying him a large station wagon so he could take us on a whole week “sneak” but couldn’t afford it. To the rest of the faculty, we leave our “skip day” so that they can “get away from the students” and work for a day. The individual members of our class, as a final token of affection for our beloved classmates, do will and bequeath the following items, to wit: I, Betty Van Doren, will my gum-chewing to Mr. Harvey. I, Jerene Bell, will my ability to write book reports to Tinker Hatfield. I, Margaret Meyer, will my towering height to Marvene Christensen. I, Dolores Barkley, will my engagement ring to some sucker who is foolish enough to think he can get it. I, Ramona Francisco—me too! I, Keith Bushnell, will my shoes “size 11’ to Dick Anderson. I, Myra Wyrick, will my irresistible smile to any disillusioned freshman. I, Norman Morris, will my smallest possession—my height—to Jack Kissell. I. Lorraine Smith, will my quiet ways to Mildred Meyer. I, John O’Sullivan, will my ability to referee girls' basketball, to Ralph Clarno. I, Ruth Culbertson, will my place on the Sitkum bus to I aura Shelton. I, Perry Roper, will my torch honor pins and good grades to Jerry Matson. I, Ed Brown, will my athletic ability to Robert Clinton. I, Walter Barklow, will my tackle position to Mark Putnam. I, Bobby Shelton, will my quiet ways to Jack Farrier. I, Don Davenport, will my position as editor of the Myrtle Leaf to any Junior with strong nerves and lots of determination. I, Burton Wilson, will my letter-man sweat.r to Colleen Shepherd. I, Murl Laird, will my parachute and my (sympathy) to the first student who has the occasion to use them. I, Dick Gill, will my five-subject habit to any freshman with ambition. I, Ted Smith, will my shortness to towering Arthur Bechtal. I, Bob Herring, will my extra credits to anycne who can stretch his imagination enough to f!nd them. I, Joyce Northrup, will my engagement ring to Donna Krewson. I, Raymond Lakey, will my love for Senior English to John Wise. I, Eloise Vadnais, will my ability to get out-of-school boyfriends to Vada Walton. As if she needs it. I, Ivylene Floyd, will my ability to hold my man until I graduate to Louise Epperson. I, Leland Harry, will my athletic record to my little brother Paul. I, Bill Dayton, will my l’s in band to Marvene Christensen. I, Chet Zumwalt, in my mad rush to get through school haven’t had time to gather anything extra so I will oblige everyone by taking my possessions with me. I. Pat Overton, will my ability to skip classes to Rita Faye Lofton. I, Dale Hoffman, will my trouble to find something to will, to anyone in next year’s Senior Class. I, Glade Krewson, will getting out at mid-term to any under-classman with ambition. I, Ray Clarno, will my place as Senior President to any Junior boy who wants to be responsible fer the consequences of “skip day.” I, Ralph Cotton, will my timid ways to Bill Lewellen. I, Bob Detlefsen, will my wolfish ways to Sk p Ohlsen. I, Eddie Ellis, will my ability to graduate in three years to Dale Walton. I, Thelda Huff, will my sweet disposition to anyone who needs it.