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

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 Senior Ctaa J2a±t Will and 'dJzitamznt WE. THE SENIOR CLASS OF 49. being of sound mind. body, memory and delapidated spirit, do hereby make, ordain and publish our last will and testament. To the Juniors we will the pleasure of suffering through a year of Social Economics. To the Sophomores we will and bequeath our footsteps in which to follow. To the Freshmen we will and bequeath three years in which to improve upon our technique of keeping classes in an uproar, and the ample proof that anyone can graduate. CLASS WILL I. Patty Bell, leave—Mr. Melby offers a vote of thanks. I, Raymond Cain, will my reckless driving to Pete Schnur. I, Betty Brooks, will my freckles and towering height to Louis Northrup. I, Robert Clinton, will my cowboy shirts, Charles Atlas Courses and Athletic ability to Bill Cobb. I. Marvene Christensen, will my hair-dyes to my dear little friend, Pat Reed. I. Barbara Clamo. would if I could. I, Joe Evernden, will my position as bench warmer on the basketball team to Rick Bingham. I, Jack Ford, will my handsome features to Bill Gilpatric. I, Joyce Compton, will my quiet and studious disposition to Ross Pinkley. I, Charles Daniels, have not had time to get anything that I can afford to will. I, Barbara Mantz, will my biology ability to Pauline Church whose eyes are strained from copying. I. Dude Krewson, will my love of horses to Jerry Manning. I, Grant McClellan (Rose among Thoms), will and bequeath my yo-yo to Jack Downey. 1, Jerry Mattson, will my ability to know all the latest jokes to Lawmce Brooks. I, Lee Ames, will—no. I guess I won’t. I, Alan Halter, will and bequeath my beautiful blush to Jack Pinkley who is a little on the pale side. I, Almeda Workman will my technique to keep my man to any girl who needs it. I, Chuck Martensen, will my bush haircut to Wayne Harry. I, Carl Morris, will my absent slips to Pauline and my new auto to anyone. I, Pat Waterman, will my sympathy to all the under classmen. I’ve at last escaped to prolonged agony. I, Mark Putnam, will my queit ways and mild temper to the school as a whole. I, Fred Tams, will my way with women to Manley Barklow. I, Myma Winningham, will my ability to play volley-ball to Jerene D. I, Fred Ziegler, will my dramatic ability to next year’s senior play cast. I, Roy Vam, leave, what more could you want. I, Louella Lobdell, leave my way with men to—well, I guess I had better keep it for future use. I, Skip Ohlsen. will nothing, for all I have I need. I, Jim Churchill, will my love for English to Freda Bretzel. I, Clarence Miller, will Santa Claus build to Fordyce Worsham. I, Bernice Couts, will my gum popping technique to Gay Davenport. I, Ed Gilkison. will my all night parties to my brother, Alvin. “I hope he has better luck than I.” I, Earl Waterman, will my uncomparable brilliance to Marlene Train. I, Amy Davenport, will ability to take pictures in the dressing room to Richard Roush. I, Joe Harry, will my sense of humor to George Darnell. I, Tinker Hatfield, will a tube of kissproof lipstick to Sharon Gant. I, Maureen Evans, will my beautiful singing voice to the boy in the Sophomore class who is a trifle squeeky on his high notes, especially in the Sophomore play. I, Geraldine Huntley, will my nerve racking position as business manager of the Bobcats to next year’s manager. I, Bill Lewellen, will my Bing Crosby voice to Mr. Neugart. I, Dale Manning, will my handsome features to my fellow underclassmen. I, Betty Hutchinson, will my silent ways to all the giddy little freshmen. They need it. I. Maxine Hall, won’t. I, Arthur Bechtel, will my shoes to anyone who thinks he can fill them. I, Phyllis Ames will my beautiful red hair to Helen Gibbs. I Harold Evernden, will my ability to woo the girls to Bud Compton. I, Donna Young, will my gift to gab to Pauline Morris. I. Joe Brown, will my freckles, red hair and wolfish disposition to Lewis South-mayd. I, Evelyn Oberman, will. I, Marguerite Lakey, will my cute little giggle to Lila Hardman. I, Louise Epperson Sabin, will my ability to keep a husband and go to school at the same time to anyone who feels up to it.

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 zniox C.[ai± CJEPTEMBER 10. 1945. marked the beginning of our high school career. Most well-remembered of our activities was initiation day. sponsored by the Sophomores. Freshman girls set the style with long woolies and 10 pigtails each. Boys turned suddenly feminine and wore dresses, makeup, and some even carried dolls. My but it was fun to shine the Sophomore boys' shoes and courtesy to the Sophomore gals. In the annual tug-o-war between the Freshmen and Sophomore classes, we were thoroughly soaked when the Sophomores won and turned the hose on us. Our return party for the Sophomores was held on February 20. Class officers that year were: President: Dale Ohlsen: Vice Pres., Bill Lewellen: Secy.-Treas., Marvene Christensen: Sgt.-at-arms, Mark Putnam: Class Rep., Jerry Mattson. We worked hard to do our share in making the carnival a success and were well rewarded when our candidate for queen, Lila Mae Laird, was elected. We sponsored the House of Mystery and the Dew Drop Inn. In our Freshman year we were honored in being able to have a play for the Student Body entitled A Modern Thanksgiving.'' As Sophomores we overcame the difficulties which we had while Freshmen and entered into the activities of the school more strongly. Our class officers for that year were as follows: Pres., Carl Morris: Vice Pres., Alan Halter; Sec.-Treas. Dale Ohlsen; Sgt.-at-arms, Tinker Hatfield: and Class Rep. Leora Ames. One of the outstanding events of the year was our candidate, Almeda Workman, being elected as queen of the carnival. We also had a large number of Sophomores taking part in the band and boys' and girls' glee clubs. Last but not least, we were proud to have Tinker Hatfield playing on the A squad in basketball and Arthur Bechtel, who played on both A and B squads. One of the outstanding highlights of our Junior year was the banquet and prom. We served a delicious dinner of ham and mashed potatoes at the Presbyterian Church. Our prom was very successful with Fairy Land being our theme. We also had much fun at our money raising schemes, such as preparing pop corn balls and having various rumage sales. Class officers this year were: Pres.. Edward Gilkison; Vice Pres.. Joe Everenden: Sec.-Treas.. Betty Brooks: Sgt-at-arms. Jack Ford: Class Rep.. Carl Morris. In our Junior assembly we displayed real talent and much entertainment. This leads us up to the year when we are Mighty Seniors which has been a very exciting year. We elected class officers, which are as follows: Pres., Jim Churchill: Vice Pres.. Alan Halter: Sec., Leora Ames: Treasurer, Donna Krewson; Sgt-at-arms. Clarence Miller: Class Rep., Skip Ohlsen. Ed Gilkison was elected as Student Body President. Having the first of the annual school dances, which the profits were saved for Skip Day we got off to a good start. Before we knew it, we were preparing for the Senior Play, which was a big success. Our Senior Assembly was based upon a Vaudeville Show. This also showed talent, including Can Can dances. Burlesque Queens, etc. Getting back to activities, we sold Pen and Pencil Sets, which netted more profits toward our Skip Day and Class Memorial. On February 25. Dr. Gutman, Coos County Health Doctor, spoke to the Social Ec. Class. The remainder of the year we prepared for Skip Day, Graduation. May 25, Baccalaureate. May 22, and hoped for a successful Banquet and Prom.

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SITTING in their cove away bock in the Broadbent hills we see two old hermits, Jerry Mattson and Fred Tams, tinkering with some sort of a contraption, which they hove invented. It is a mochirve thot will, through its video scope, take you through space ond time ond televise events that will happen in the future—if it works, that is. They hove it lust about perfected ond ore eogerly awaiting the moment they con try it out. Ah! Now they're reody! They have only to decide what subject they wont to televise. After much debate they decide to look in on their old classmates ond see whot each one is doing in the for off yeor of 1969, A. D. Now comes the test! As they breathlessly stare at the screen before their very eyes oppear two long shadows. As it becomes clearer they distinguish the figures of Doctor Arthur Bechtel ond his nurse, Bernice Couts. They are discussing their prospective inventions for the oncoming generations of a taller, more intelligent people. It seems they are devoting the rest of their lives to this new theory. Some difficulties have onsen os Barbara Montz seemingly is working against them for some mysterious reason. Hermit Jerry turns a dial and the scene changes. There on the screen ore Raymond Coin, Roy Vorn, ond Joe Evernden. Each one is sitting in a new model of a mmdmobile invented by Jock Ford. This is the latest invention of a mobile thot runs in the direction according to the direction their minds run —the keener the mind, the keener the mobile—there is just one difficulty with them—these boys keep winding up in some pool-hall. A twist of a dial ond there stands Mark Putnam, who is now a longhaired musician, ond his ever-copoble songstnst, Almedo Workman. They hove a universal orchestra on duty 24 hours a day all yeor around. Their music is so potent thot in order to hear it, no radio is necessory. Just dial your mind at ony time at any place ond you'll hear it. It's so strong you con almost smell it.. Being eager to tune in on more of their old friends, Fred dials ogoin ond, seeing smoke signals on the screen, he stops ond waits for the picture to clear up. Now he con make it out ond he sees thot it is Patty Bell, the world's renowned physical education professor. The puffs of smoke were caused by her students gospmg for breath after doing her new calisthetics. Prof. Bell has also developed a new system of rules for basketball ond football whereby no team ever loses. The dial is turned ogam ond there sit Robert Clinton ond Joe Horry. They are formers of leisure since their invention of the automatic milking machine which pipes milk directly from the cow into the house. All they have to do is turn on the faucet ond Jersey highballs pour forth. Another turn of the diol brings Scientist Betty Brooks before the screen. She is working on Experiment No. 2,927, which I if successful) will dispense with freckles and pug noses. The scene changes ogam and a law court is the subiect on the screen. There is Skip Ohlsen, attorney at law, who is still working on the cose of erasing all doubt as to Maureen Evan's guilt in the murder of Biorn Falknor. Skip is trying to get a verdict of “not guilty in everybody's minds ond it seems he will die trying. Again the scene changes to the bedside of Edward Gilkison. He finally worked up to be president of the United States but it took him so long and it was such hard work that he is now a total wreck ond he rooms with Thomas Dewey at the stote institution at Soelm, Oregon, under the core of Nurses Evelyn Obermon ond Pat Waterman. Another scene shows Professor Clarence Miller slaving ot his desk. He is now the head of our new modern educational system. His system is to teach nothing but football ond history, with emphasis on history, to which he is very devoted; I in foct, he took an extro course of it in High School). Again the scene changes. This time to the spacious living room of retired millionaire, Allon Halter. He made his fortune in inventing white blood so it wouldn't color your face when you blush. . . Allan is sitting by his television rodio seeing the news. A flash comes over it showing that handsome, irresist-able. Grant McClellan, receiving the Acodemy Award for the best actor. He has won this award for 15 years straight. Thot is because oil the other actors are so discouroged, they have given up trying. He won this lost award for his magnificent portroyal of that World Champion, oll-around athlete. Tinker Hatfield, in the movie The Tinker Hatfield Story. Again the hermits turn o diol and this time we see nothing but snow. Then a dog team pulling a girl on a sleigh comes into sight. Yes, Leora Ames has finally mode it to Alasko. She has worked to the esteemed position of Queen of the Eskimos. Again the scene changes ond we see Marguerite • Lakey) Morris is busy raising little Sofeway butchers. On down the street we see Bill Lewellen, who is co-partner with Louie Lewellen in the Bill-Wil-liam-Louie-ond-Lewellen flower industry for raising bigger and stronger smelling Sweet Williams. Again the diol is turned ond we see the inside of a church. There stonds Morvene Christensen in a wedding veil. She is obout reody to settle down now that almost all of the other girls' boy friends are morried off. The scene changes and they see Barbara Clorno, an efficient milk maid on her way to the barn to milk the cows. Her unfortunate husband has an all year-around cose of spring fever so she has to run their form to support him. Another scene shows the home of that brilliant inventor. Dole Manning. He invented an everlasting match so os to cut down no smoking expenses. A few miles away life Myrno iWinningham) and Earl Wotermon. They haven't invented anything, really, but they have doubled the population of Bridge, Oregon. The scene ogoin changes ond we see Donna Krew-son riding down to see the lorge Dude Ronch she just bought. It is located |ust beyond Toble Rock ot Bondon. She doesn't know it yet, but the only kind of horses raised there are sea-horses. The deol was made through the Fred Zeigler and Harold Evernden reol estate office, which is now being used by Betty Hutchinson who bought through their office the piece of property odjommg Donna's, under the assumption thot it was valuable cron-berry land. She later learned thot the fish eat what cranberry plants the sea weed doesn't choke out. Now the scene changes to the road to McKinley. There we see Chuck Mortensen ond Jim Churchill, rood engineers, busily working on that road. They ore plonning to fix it so their children con't ever get to school ot Myrtle Point. None of thot every-other-day stuff for them! Agom the scene changes, this time to a bank owned by Geraldine Huntley. She got tired of work-(Continued On Lost Poge