Oroville High School - Pine Cone Yearbook (Oroville, WA)

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CLASS PROPHECY My boss,, Carl Rounds, had just returned from Mexico where he had been searching for the lost Aze tecs' City. The expedition had not been a success, but as Carl was a determined archeologist, he was going to make another and better expedition. Taking advantage of Carl's absence, I decided to take a trip back to Oroville and look up all my classmates of 1947 to determine just what they had made of themselves. Reservations were made, and the following morning found me speeding on my way in a taxi to the airfield. ' Stepping from the taxi, I almost ran lntoa mn, who grinned at meg immediately I discovered it was David Buckmiller, whom I had not seen for years. I learned that David was an owner of a big radio station in New York City and making goodg he also told me that his singing star was Sydney Forney. This took me by surprise. David then said I should meet the pilot of the plane on which I had reserva- tions, and in a few moments I was introduced to Gene Owyens. This was wonderful I had scarcely begun my journey and had already met two of my old schoolmates. Gene and I exchanged greetings andhaa it was flying time he went to the planeg I boarded the plane and settled back in my seat to enjoy the trip. The stewardess soon appeared in the aisle and asked me if I wanted anything. I glared in de- light, for it was none other than Jouette Doyle. we exchanged news-bits and she informed me that her friend, Patty Stough, had become a model and was working in the Leila Cook Dress Shoppe, one of the largest in the State of Washington. ' The rest of my trip was a very pleasant one, and within a few hours we were circling a city. But was this really Oroville? Well, I should soon know, for the plane was now taxing up the runway of the large airfield.

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35. Grant Lewis leaves all his accumulated maga- zines to Bob lmhoff with the hope Bob will check them back into the library again. 36. Bud leaves his cane and crutch to Tom with the hope that Tom won't need them, of course. 87. To the in-coming class we leave our pleasant olasseroom and comfortable desks with a request that they take as good care of them as we have, 38. To the in-coming seventh grade we leave our best wishes for a happy three years' work in O.J.H. Be it known to all concerned that we bequeath the above without reservation or regret. Signed, this day of graduation, June 3, 1947. FRESH AN CLASS Witnessed, this day of June 3, 1947 ALL UNDERCLASSMEN OF O.J.H. Look well to THIS DAY For yesterday is already a dream, And tomorrow is only a vision. But Today well lived Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness And every tomorrow a vision of hope. look well, therefore, to THIS day, Such is the salutation of each dawn. --Selected by FTSG Rule

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After saying good-by to Jbuette and Gene, I get in- to a taxi and sped away to a large hotel. It was very beautiful, and after looking around the lobby, I discovered that the interior had been decorated by Fay Brett, and the construction had been done by George Mast. I decided that I would have to get ao- customed to these surprises, or I would have heart failure, Yes, I must register. At the desk I observed. a small man, who had gray hair and was almost too fat. Even so, I recognized him as Richard Hogg. After finding out who I was, he gave me a room over-look- ing the city. My bags were brought up to me by a tall, dark, handsome man. Did I know him? I should for he was Frank Wyatt. This was too much. I asked Frank if he would get me a guide to take me around the city. He said he would, and that he would be another of our 1947 classmates. I tipped Frank lib- erally lfor he looked as if he needed itl and went to freshen up. Promptly at two the guide came. This time I was prepared for the shock. The guide was Leslie Carpenter. He told me that his car was at the curb in front of the main entrance and that we would use his private car. V Leslie began telling me the history of Oroville and a siren shrilly blewg we had driven thru a red sig- nal light, and toward us came an enraged cop. He took out his ticket book and was about to fine Les, when I recognized him as Fred Hardenburgh. When he found out who we were, he said he would let it go this time, but not to let it happen again. After telling Fred we had seen some of the old schod.group he said that I might be interested to know that Don Gossett was the mayor of Oroville and that his pri- vate secretary was Betty Lou Kinsinger. I thanked Fred, and as we were blocking traffic, we started on our way once more. Ieslie brought the car to a stop in front of a build-