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

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Last Will and Testament We, the Senior Class of 50, being of sound mind, body and memory do hereby establish this last will and testament. To the Juniors we leave our ability to agree on things in class meetings. To the Sophomores we leave our quiet, dignified ways in the halls and class rooms. To the Freshmen we will our ability to graduate within four years. To our advisors, Mr. Kittredge and Mrs. Harper we leave our sincere appreciation for their services which have helped so much in making our high school career a success. I, Dick Anderson, will my retiring manner and athletic ability to Clell Laird. I. Rick Bingham, will my athletic ability and my ability to get on the honor roll to my little brother, Charlie. I, Delores Bowers, will my ability to run around sixth and seventh periods to anyone who is fast enough to ditch teachers. I, Bob Briggs, will my interest in ail girls to the world at large. I, Bobby Brooks, will everything I own to everybody and will be a hermit. I, Wallace Bryant, wouldn’t if t could. We, Shirley Cameron and Carol McNeel, will our ones in Social Econ. to some ambitious Junior. I, Ralph Clarno, will what I will and that’s what I will, will. I, Don Close, will my intelligence to Raymond Miller. I, Bill Cobb, will my quiet ways, graceful manner, athletic ability, and way with women to Jim Krantz. I, Glen Compton, will my ability to be a'sane driver to Karen Barklow. I, Mel Craven, will my ability to get along with the teachers to Sanford Tripp. I, Forest Easton, will my place in physics class to an enterprising underclassman. I, Alton Epperson, will my Social Econ. book to anybody that can understand it. I, Arlene Evans, will my natural red hair to Wanda Clark. I, Jackie Fiser, will, if you will. I, Marlene Casner, will leave for college. I hope! 1, Elaine Hall, will my broad imagination to some ill-nourished underclassman. I, Marvin Hammack, leave nothing, I’m taking it all with me. I, Patricia Harris, leave, rejoicing. I, Duane Hayes, will my whiskers to Vance Carlson. We, Donna Holliday and Myrtle Wilson, will our ability to get into trouble to anyone who can avoid the teachers long enough to do it. I, Harry Kaiser, will my unerring accuracy to arrive at school on time to Bob Whitaker. I, John Leeper, leave with my belongings under my arm. I, David Lodestine, will my beautiful clarinet tone to Bill Gilpatrick. I, Jimmie Mack, will my ability to be mean to Harrison Bryant. I, Pauline Church Morris, leave as I came --uneducated. I, Pauline Morris, will my ability to go with a Coquille Basketball player and still yell for Myrtle Point to anyone who thinks she is able. I, Robert Morris, will my car wrecks to anyone who desires them. I, Louie Oden, will my singing voice to Mr. Neugart. I, Charles Payton, will my Einstein ability to anyone who wants it. I, Jack Pinkley, will my ammident smile to Mr. Kittredge. I, Patricia Reed, will my quiet ways to Alan Cunningham. I, Charlene Roe, will my attendance record to anybody who can keep it up. I. Florence Russell, leave for a different and better pastime, what more could anybody want? I. Billie Sell, leave,--what more could Miss Lininger ask for? I. Jane Sell, will my ability to change from a man hater to a man lover to the Junior girls. I, Laura Shelton, will nine cents (9tf) which I cannot find in the books, to the Student Body. I, Patty Smith, leave with all I have for ail I have I need. I, Dick Southmayd, will my towering height to Joe Sinko. I, Marlene Train, leave my extra credits (lj) to my brother. He’ll probably need them. I, Frank Weber, will my good grades in English to Cunningham. I, Mary Alice Wiley, will my boisterous ways to Pat Holliday. I, Fordyce Worsham, will my dramatic ability to Bill Davenport. I, Glendon Zeller, wili my studying habits and athletic ability to Vance Carlson. I. Jennie Zinn, leave with a fond memory of quiet halls, hard working students, and hard boiled teachers. I. John Hacse. will my place in this school to a boy or girl who wishes to write to me. 1, Donald Everenden, will my pretty red car to Marvin Bilderback.

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Senior Prophecy [ was searching through my bookcase when what should 1 find but an old Annual dated 1950. Let's see. This is 1973. It was over 20 years old. I gently turned the battered pages of the old Bobcat to the senior pictures when all of a sud-(en a large volume of Soliloquys by Kittredge fell on me. Where was I? Why. it was an airport. I came up to a small eight-motored airliner labeled The Myrtle Point Special. As I climbed aboard two beautiful stewardesses greeted me. Oh, no! They weren’t stewardesses. It was Ralph Clarno and Jack Pinkley. Alter I had been comfortably seated 1 heard a terrific commotion in the cab of the plane. I found my way to the cab and opened the door to find Duane Hayes furiously quarreling with his automatic pilot. Suddenly, there was an interruption. A voice from the radio screamed. “The starting line up for Myrtle Point - 1 mean -Pilot Hayes, lookout. You're heading for a skyscraper. I recognized the voice. It was the one and only Pat Payton. But what about the skyscraper. It was a familiar landmark; a sight for sore eyes, the old Myrtle Point High School. We landed on the runway and as I alighted from the plane, a figure appeared. As I stared, I realized it was Jane Sell. She came up to me and 1 saw she was using a cane. I asked her how she was and what she was doing. With a deep sigh, she replied, I’ve been clerk at the Union High for the last 15 years where Frank Weber is Principal. We stood there talking and I asked her if she ever heard from any of our classmates. “Yes, said Jane, “1 saw Billie just last week, shes taking a course entitled Become a Better Plumber, in 10 easy lessons. Patty Smith is living in the Broadbent hills with her oodles of little Odles.” She went on, If you go by Front Street, stop in and see John Leeper. He is sign maker for all local concerns, and Patty Reed has realized her dreams. She finally got a new 1950 Cadillac. She keeps Robert Morris, auto wrecker, supplied with business “I’ve got to go,” 1 said and walked off down the street. I chanced to look at a telephone pole on which was a poster. In bold red letters it stated, Come and see Swami Robert Briggs just back from Egypt with his associate and archeologist, Mar vin Hammack, who disc ove red the tomb of Cleopatra and brought back he r mum -my. Admission $5.00. Going on I came to the Mast Hospital. A big sign said, For aches and pains see Dr. Cut-em-up Compton. I decided he would know more about my classmates so I went in. He was very glad to see me and upon my inquiries began to talk. Elaine Hall has been needing to get away from everyone so I prescribed for her to move to darkest Africa where she lives with her mate Tarzan and, he continued, “Forest Easton has just led an expedition to the moon. He's trying to prove it isn t made of cheese. Accompanying him are those two greai nurses, Shiriey Cameron and Caroline McNeel, who are to take care of any accidents that might occur. As for Patty Harris, she's singing in Carnegie Hall every evening with David Lodestein directing the orchestra. Co-starring with Patty is that great opera star, Wallace Bryant. “What’s become of Myrtle Wilson and Delores Bowers? I asked. Dr. Cut-em-up replied, “Myrtle and Delores have become hula girls in an exclusive night club on the island of Lulu. Incidentally Donna Holiday was in last week - she s still waiting for Twirp Season to come around.