Powder Valley High School - Badger Yearbook (North Powder, OR)

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Name Nickname Theme Song Motto Pet Peeve Ambition Willard True Willie When I Wish Ain’t got no Being late Upon a Star use for the wo- to school men Business man Mayme Miller Trig By the Sleepy Rio Grande Treat them Sweet A Dutch- man High school teacher Arneta Turner Turner Happy-Go-Lucky That’s Me Try any- thing once Harry Bookkeeper Lucille Shaw Shaw Scatterbrain Late to bed; noon to rise. Tr; ing to get bo:k- keoping to balance Be my own boss. Ethelyn Bruner Ecky ’’Leaning on the Go places when Book- To teach Old Top Rail’’ you get a chance keeping litera- ture. Mary Jane Shafer ”May-ry It Makes No Be sure you are Boys Difference Now right; then go ahead. Washington or bust.

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CLASS PROPHECY During the cold rush of the spring of ‘49 (1949) I was startled out of ny usual spring lethargy by a summons from Mr. Paul 0. Schiller. He vashed to obtain a survey of the graduates of North Powder E’. h School of 1940, so I went ladly off in search of the six scattered-brains of that class. As I reached Denver, Colorado, I v as only partially surprised to hear the fol- lowing- radio announcement: Miss M .ry lane Shafer, alias Gi glin' G -tie, the Fat Woman, coming to you on h r usual Saturday program thru the courtesy of Ry-Krisp, the modern girl's reducing food.” My modesty was so schocked, I drove madly out of the city and didn't stop until I was practically forced off the road by a one boss shay”, that wanted to pass. Cruel mur- murings arose to my lips, but they were checked when I saw that the driver was none other than Will; rd True, taking his seven children to the eirsus, or so he informed me. He in- ted mo to lea- e my Model T where it was, hoo in with, him, and go no the cir- cus. I gladly accepted as I wished to get a better look at the surrounding community. Arriving at our destination, v e gathered around the ticket oifj.ee, only to hear the seller bellow, -Cor- on folks, only a dime, ten cents. 1 Upon hearing the voice, I turned to confront-none other than my classmate, Lucille Shaw, the ticket taker. The schock was so tromendcus, I must have fainted, for the next thing I knew, I was lying in a jui op x’ospital room with, a o ettv nurse rubbing mj head. When she saw that I v as-again co scicus, she hurried from the roc , only to r-.v?rn with the doctor. I looked up into the titled Pace of Arneta Turner, then head physician ol . .yo Clinic. It just happened that the clinic was open for inspection that day. Alter rocciv— ing the necessary ministrations, I prepared to leave.