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

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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-

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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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l ing with an attractive sign, The Oroville Times. I took from this that it was the paper office. Curi- osity overcame me, and I went into the building. At the editor's desk sat Gerald Hughes. Twenty years had done a lot to Gerald. He was getting gray hair and a serious expressiong I was certain he was a successful editor. Gerald recognized me immediately and soon we were chatting of by-gone days. I learned that three more of our classmates were on his staff. Jimmy Lynch was sports editor, Ellen Graham was fashion editor, and Mary Lou Ham- cartoonist. I told Gerald that with mer was his these people on his paper staff, his success would certainty. I then said good-bye and always be a soon we wore on our way. , down the street, I saw a most pictur- esque structure, all white and gleaming. Leslie informed me it was the hospital and soon there we were stopping at the curb in front of it. Upon en- tering we came face to face with Jeanette Vaught, head nurse, who recognized us and immediately call- ed the doctor, Jim Allemandi. Dr. Allemandi ex- plained to us that Don Carey, new a millionaire, was the owner of the hospital, was a big business man with many investments about the entire North- west. Jim then said we might be happy to meet more of our old classmates, three of whom were in the hospital at the moment. Pete Kammors was a patient suffering from over-exertion. Shirley 'Naggy was Looking far the cook. Jim Curtis was the landscapist and gardens er. Shirley was a great surprise to me, but Jim, assured us that Shirley was just the dietician to whom they all looked for guidance in properly feed- ing the patients. Nurse Jeanette soon called Dr. Allemandi into the surgery, and we said good-bye. we had now left the city about a mile behind, when we came to a large building. On entering we found it was the great Bigelow, Murray, Huffman Rabbit Farm. While there we also met Willard Higgenbotham who owned a large orchard and warehouse, and his