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

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Class Will We, the class of ’45, do will and bequeath our quietness and dignity to the Junior class. Our ability to get along together to the Sophomores, and our caps and gowns to the Freshman class of '48. As individuals we will the following: I, Howard Taylor, will my driving ability to Myrtle Jean who is badly in need of it. 1. Elsie Nice, will my ability to catch a man to Bonnie McCanse who can use it to her best advantage. 1, Kerwyn Tally, will my qualifications as hero to the leading man in next year’s Senior play. I, Maxine Nofsinger, will my ability to receive letters daily to Dorothy Thompson. I, Edna Kenworthy, will my ability to dance to Marilyn Miller who can use it to the best advantage. I, Ralph Leonnig will my skill in awkwardness to Phyllis Taylor who seems to be following in my footsteps. I, Joan Johnson, will my amiable disposition to Alta Mae who could use it. I, Dorothy Petersen will my plump figure to Janet Wilson who might appreciate it.

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Senior Class Prophecy The eminent Mr. George Lowell Fuller of Harford University, accompanied by his lovely wife is to leave New York harbor on the 3:35 stratospheric luxury liner for a week-end trip around the world. Professor Fuller has not aged noticeably in the last few years, although the waistband has continued to expand and there is less hair encompassing the bald spot on his head. In fact, some have been loath to say, that he has resorted to the use of a quick-acting hair tonic. Of course, we won’t vouch for this but-. On the dot at 4:00 our party steps sprightly onto beautiful French soil. Mrs. Fuller, like all vain women, decides she has to have a few clothes. She hurries off to the most eminent Parisian fashion designer of them all, Madame Charlotta, who, to her surprise should she see upon approaching her, but sleek, beautiful Joan Johnson of North Powder. Oregon. Since Mr. Fuller has begun to rant and rave at the loss of time they finally leave sunny Paris for the cold, snowy Alp ranges, where, to everyone’s consternation, George Lowell has decided to climb the Matterhorn. When the guides finally drag him over the ridge at the top, who should he spy but Elsie and Tricky spooning on a snowdrift. Forty minutes after leaving this place, they arrived in that land of mystery and intrigue—Siam. Traveling to the palace of King Kong who should they espy but a group of Siamese children surrounding brilliant Edna Kenworthy. As they chat- tered with her, they found that she still was unmarried but she hadn’t given up hope— yet. Their next stop was to be the land of the dog-face boy”, Borneo. Knowing the professor’s unlimited curiosity we can understand his haunting desire to see one of these creatures. (He never would believe what anyone else told him.) After trek- ing through the tepid jungle for hours they came upon a small jungle settlement where, as they knew', they would find the world-famous nurse, Lt. Commander Maxine Nofsinger. She had been treating the natives for ant bites which they seem to get when they sit down. They board one of the older six-motored liners for China. As they stepped from the plane who should they see climbing feet first from the pilot’s cabin but red haired, befreckled Kerwyn Tally who is now with Commercial Air Lines. They find that Kerwyn is just as bashful as ever but still retains his friendly grin. Kerwyn took them on to Russia where Mr. Fuller wanted to attend the annual meeting of the World Security Board. When they entered the hall the speaker’s booming voice was heard as everyone stood transfixed listening to it’s golden ring. They must be mistaken; no, they’re sure; it can’t be but it is. There on the platform stood the old North Powder high school debater—Howard Taylor. After spending a few hours talking over old times with Howard, they were off for the North Pole. Upon arriving they happened to glance out the window of their liner where to their utter delight they saw a funny little man trying to walk on top of the snow. (He sankwaist deep every step.) After the first spasms of hysterics had passed they found that it was none other than the brilliant Westinghouse engin- eer Ralph Loennig. (He was trying to find out what made it freeze.) They are now on the last lap of the journey and are homeward bound. First, before returning to New York, they wanted to stop off at the large metropolis of North Powder to see some of their old friends. Before attending the opera’s opening night, Mr. Fuller thought he had best have a hair treatment at the swank Christine Salon. As he meekly entered, who should he gaze upon but chic, motherly, Dorothy Petersen, the proprietor. Glancing about the room he heard a young boy calling Dorothy, Mother.” The boy was the splitting image of Frank McAlister—who knows.

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THE JUNIOR CLASS Upper-classmen . . . exerting an influence in school affairs . . . wise to the tricks of students . . . not at the top, but climbing! The Juniors started the dramatic ball rolling early in the year with, what everyone agreed, was a highly successful mystery play— The Phantom Bells. “Who turned out those lights? The big problem of the Junior class, as with every Junior class, was finances. Proms and banquets are expensive, you know. Hence, most of the activities of the class were directed toward raising money. The second project of the year was sponsoring the Christmas dance which rewarded the class handsomely. Of course it wasn’t all business . . .there were weiner roasts, swim- ming parties and skiing trips ... in fact this has been a very active year. In April the Junior class presented three one-act plays under the direction of Mrs. Spence. THE SOPHOMORE CLASS Second termers . . . getting into the full swing of school life . . lord- ing it over the Frosh (for one week at least) . . . beginning to feel their oats . . . still underclassmen but mighty. They began the year right with a lusty hazing of the poor Fresh- men . . . “Start ’em right” is the motto! Their candidate reigned over the Cider Jug Jamboree as Queen LaVerna I. Their athletes supplied much of the power and spark that gave our teams so great a measure of success. Hard workers, good students, enthusiastic boosters ... the largest class in school, with energy to burn! Leading this group has been LaVerna Colpitts, president; Don Hunt, vice president; LaRose Bowman, secretary; Eddie Taylor, treasurer. Mrs. Spence was Sophomore Class Sponsor. -m- THE FRESHMEN CLASS Frosh . . . green ... a bit uncertain . . newcomers to the high school group. The Sophs initiated them thoroughly . . goofy costumes . . Lil Abner” McAlister . . . crazy stunts--“carry these books, Freshman!” Fortunately, initiation lasts only a week. Administrators----Don Dodson, prexy; Jack Wilson, vice president; Lorraine Tally, secretary-treasurer; Mrs. Leonnig, sponsor. A full term well served . . . leadership developing. Although young they have added greatly to our school. In sports, they have made a fine name for themselves with representatives winning varsity letters in all major sports. In fact they have made themselves felt in all phases of our school life. Activities . . many and varied. Parties . . . swimming at Fisher Springs . . picnics . . selling hamburgers at the tournament . . . booths at the carnival ... a formal dinner and dance with the Sophomores . .. a peppy bunch of Freshmen. Yes, they 11 make good Badgers.