Newport High School - Bruin Yearbook (Newport, WA)

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er higher, Hefs well known in New York society, denfdha knew? He came to the top playin' his sax. A Little het air was all he needed,n Being attracted by this loquacieus person, several people strolled up and joined our group, Leslie Dunwoedie and Lee Tallman were the only ones I recognized, The reae sen for this was that they were together, I had learned previously that they are co-directors of a large military band in St. Louis, Our little group broke up so I Strolled down the beach by myself, reminiscing, I knew that all of the guests weu1dn't be swlm lng so I wandered into the cool shade of the conservatory, hoping to see and talk with someone, and sat down, The quietness of the room emphasized the slightest sounds and when I had settled myself comfortably I heard a strange sound issuing from a davenport behind a huge palm, I stole quietly over and peeked over the back of the davenpert. Who should I sec but Gordon Graupner enjoying a rest, yes, but not a quiet one. He was snoring loudly, I suppose he was grinding sausage as he is new a great meat magnet, I didn't wish to disturb his peaceful slum: bers so I tiptoed out, I came te a small secluded room where a circle of chairs were drawn up around a table,' Several men were sitting discussing 'political problems, etc, I'saw Jim Bishop, Ed Gilbridc, Alfred Lear, and Bill Trask, all well known political leaders of the country, Seeing I wasn't wanted, I beat a hasty retreat, Coming into the waiting room I met June Conlon and Ruth Shull nheb-nebbingu over a magazine and trying to tell each other just how much they enjoyed being there, They were seen joined by Eileen DuPont and Helen Stanley who wanted a'game of Nye-ye,U These society las dies are fans at that, I'm not talented at Nye-you so I excused myself and started to go to my room to freshen up a bit, and who should I meet but Wlnifrcd Sewell, She told me hurriedly that she was on her way to the library to look at a splendid collection of stamps she had heard

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was there. She is supervisor of a large Seattle library and says that she never liked worms until she started to work in a library, but new she does, Book worms, of course. I happened to think of an important letter I had to write so I hastened my pace, and on turning a corner in the corridor, I bumped 'smack-dabn into a very fat red- faced gentleman who begged my pardon in a low mumbly voice and hurried on his way, Donald Evans, of all people! I believe I saw his picture in the paper the other day, a big radio technician new, I believe. Oh, me, how time flies! ' After having posted my letter I still had some time before dressing for dinner so I continued to explore my spacious surroundings. I wandered nonchalantly down the winding stairs and eame to a door marked HHeereation Room.u I opened it and before me was an honest-to goodness paradise of fun. Ping- pong tables, card games of all kinds, indoor swim ing pool and tennis courts were all here. A large chattering group was gathered around a Ping- pong table discussing the swim indulged in earlier in the afternoon. Buck Shumway was telling Cwith much gusto and anima- ted gesturesl just how he happed to fall on the diving- board when he was trying to do a back dive. He is still the good looking chap he always was but he has grown con- siderably about the middle. Yup, he's a retired stump- rancher. Over in the corner by a magazine stand a saucy little woman, plump and rosy, was discussing children and quilt patches with a tall motherly looking woman as they sat on a long davenport--Ethel Terlson and Ethel Elmer, of course How strange that like their names their fates should be so alike, Both are married and have families, What do you bet that they have when-peckedn husbands? ,A Did you ever see a dream playing Ping-pong? Well, I did, There was nthen Elzena Reidt, the famed stage star,

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etc. Not one of us could locate where WBert's Service Station used to be. We drove back to Marshall Lake and found some of the guests rady for a swim so we hurried to join them and re- new more acquaintences. The first one I noticed was Cleo Leonard. She was resting in a beach chair, talking to a very distinguished looking gentleman. As I hesitated to introduce myself, I waited at a short distance to summon up my courage and I caught a bit of their conversation. , Hwaync, don't you think this is just too marvellous?H nwayneln Merciful heavens! Could that ne Wayne Fox? They saw me and called me over to talk with them and I was assured that it was really and truly Wayne. We exclaimed how amusing it was to recognize old friends and we started to tell each other who we knew was there. Yes, Mr. McNeil was there as they'd just seen him. He had told them that he just finished writing a NThe Depression Daze.n , A lull in our conversation was broken when book on a woman walked up to us. Shel laughed shakily and said, HI have the strangest feeling.U Of course, it could be no one else but Frances Smith, our giggling classmate of '54 After we'd introduced ourselves and she assured us that she'd have known us on sight, she exclaimed, UI'1l betcha' don't know who I saw just a second ago. I sa the one and only Jim Nelson, nEsquiroU in person. Do ya know he made a big success out of his invention for getting people to places on time. You certainly wouldon't recognize ourold friendly enemy 'cause he's get a red moustache, think of iti All of this in almost one breath called for more so she continued, nAnd Quint Field, he's just as high as ever