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

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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.