Steamboat Springs High School - Galleon / Sailors Log Yearbook (Steamboat Springs, CO)

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'PiofiAecy (The next few pages are printed without the pel-mission of Don Kinney, notorious filling-station robber.) December 4, 1968. Dear Diary: In the last five months I have been taking a two weeks’ tour of the United States which lias convinced me that my 1932 Plymouth is worn out. I left Sing Sing at midnight July 1st, and went straight to New York City. There I met Rosa Dixon who is a boarding-house keeper for knitting-factory girls. From her I learned that Doris Birkett, w-ho is doomed to be an old maid, is in charge of the fumigating department at Ellis Island. Also in New York are Barbara Clay, who is one of the higher- ups in Norma Chritton’s chewing-gum factories, and Jean McFarlane, the famous tight-rope walker. Upon arriving in Washing-ton, I barely missed Senator Barbara Barker. It is rumored that Harriet Kemry, after serving four terms as White House cook, and having become acquainted with all the state secrets, has decided to run for president. That is a shame, be- cause Mrs. Ratraps, the former Miss Naomi Murphy, has enjoyed her past ten years there. Down in Hilltop County, Arkansas, I met Jack Eckstine, manager of the local general store. He informed me that Kaye Cross had invested her last cent in a chewing tobacco factory processing firm ten years ago, and today she is the wealthiest woman in Tennessee. I wanted to stop in St. Louis and chat with Jim Clay, head of the local police force, but a man with my record has to consider a thing like that from several angles. While in Kansas City, I heard Ilagrace Webber’s orchestra, “The Sleepy Sixteen,” play. Singing on the same program was the famous opera star, Miss Barbara Brunner. She is a successful writer of songs, her latest two being “We Both Chewed the Same Stick of Gum,” and “When Papa Threw the Bootjack at the Cat.” It is rumored that she sells these hits through Kenneth Kinsey’s musical agency. I left for Colorado broke and low on gas. From then on I obtained my gas and oil free of charge (one way or another). I found very few people in Steamboat that I recognized. Donna Williamson is proprietress of a millinery shop under the trade name of the “Three Dollar Hat Shop, No Two Alike.” I learned from her that the president and co-owner of the “World-Wide Spaghetti and Meat-Ball Works” in New Mexico is Gerald Arnold. I spoke with Dick Waggoner who was very worried at that time. It seems that his “Builders, Contractors, and What-Nots” were low- bidders on a new bridge across Butcherknife Creek. On the edge of town are the mansions of Elsie Zulian and Enid Reyolds, both retired inventors. Just a week before, Eloise Wheeler, who has spent the last two years traveling the globe in search of a husband, announced that she and her next door neighbor are to be married in the next two weeks. Keith Wegeman is now in Egypt. Pursuing his love for archaeology, he became associated with a famous band of Egyptologists, and is now serving them, very successfully, as a water carrier. I stopped in Rangely and visited Bob Lager, who supplies the city with fresh dairy products. He is dis- couraged, though. He says the people are much more interested in their oil than in his milk.

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I, Doris Birkett, leave my cheerleading ability to Diane Light. Barbara Brunner generously leaves her singing voice to Ted Dunker. I, Donald Kinney, leave, after much afterthought, my curly hair to Joe Cruse. To Donald Dismuke, Norma Chritton contributes her artistic ability. Barbara Clay wills her seductive voice to Marlene Crawford. Kaye Cross leaves her little, black Ford in the able hands of Alderic Scoggins. With serious consideration Bob Lager leaves his slightly used typing paper to Jimmy Smith. I, Margaret King, do hereby will my ability to make high marks to Jack Sprengle. Donna Williamson wills her quietness to Myra Montoya. To LaVonne Blake, Ramona Ferguson leaves her twirling batons. Keith Wegeman leaves his skiing ability for Katy Rodolph and Billy Gear to fight over. Rosa Dixon wills her engagement ring to Ann Carter. I, Jack Eckstine, do hereby will my convertible to Imogene Hitchens. To Glen Barber, Dick Waggoner leaves his ability to be tardy. Vance wills his argumentative ability to the worthy Delores Fairbanks. I, Verna Hidy, do hei’eby bequeath my excellent articulation to Billy Cullen. Harriet Kemry wills her ability as authoress of horse stories to Evelyn Shelton. Kenneth Kinsey wills Ann Carter to the lucky guy that can take care of her. Jean McFarlane wills her “come on smile” to Bob Schriner. I, Enid Reynolds, willfully give my saxophone to Barbara Hulburd. To the able Marian Morris, Terry Scott bestows his prize collection of jokes. Bob Scott, being of sound mind, wills his shyness to LuGray Hulburd. Ilagrace Webber leaves her drum majorette ability to Shirley Arnold. Eloise Wheeler wills her chubbiness to Betty Sue Tomlinson. I, Elsie Zulian, do hereby bequeath my “voice with a smile” to Betty Hill. Naomi Murphy unselfishly wills her high heels to Emma Lou Waggoner. Barbara Barker wills her gorgeous tresses to Janie Zulian. James Clay wills his broad shoulders to Delmar Shorthose. To this school, our beloved Alma Mater, in order to show our appre- ciation of all that it has done for us, we do, in this last will and testament, hereby bequeath the amount of ten thousand memories, with which to erect a bronze tablet, a lasting memorial of this Senior Class of 1947. (SEAL)

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In Salt Lake City I ran into Vance Gates. From 1948 to 1965 he was a professional hobo. But I guess he grew tired of that job and after two years of college in ’66 and ’67 is now owner of the “Gates Rubber Co.” in Salt Lake. Edith Reynolds married a rich man and lives in Ogden. I saw Margaret Anderson, the famous movie star and short story writer in Hollywood, but since the authorities were hot on my trail and I wasn’t sure my Plymouth would start again if I ever stopped, I left town without speaking to her. Going south I passed by Ramona Jason’s farms. Poor Miss Ferguson. It is twelve years ago this fall that her husband died. Every year since then she raised 800 acres of onions by herself. I read in Margaret King’s newspaper, “Galloping Gossip,” that Admiral Terry Scott of the U. S. Navy and his brother, R. D. (Bob) Scott, who has just returned from South America with sixty alligators, are having a reunion in Los Angeles. I also read that Miss Marian Barnes, after having accumu- lated a fortune by gathering snails along the coast and selling them to French restaurants, is retiring. It was while I was eating lunch in a small cafe that a large, muscular woman came in and sat down beside me. Yep! That’s right. Miss Verna Hidy of the F. B. I, had spotted that gray 1932 Plymouth coupe outside, the same one that she used to dodge in Steamboat. Well, here it is only two days later and I’m back in cell 7757, Sing Sing. The senior party was one of the most outstanding parties of the year. Much hard work and original thinking made it so. The theme of the party was “Candle Light Club.” This theme was carried all through the party—decorations, etc. Individual tables adorned with candles and small lunch cloths surrounded the dance floor. The center piece was a huge bunch of pastel colored balloons, which were let down at midnight. The excellent music was furnished by Bob Scott’s records. The whole gym was decorated in red and white, with a lane leading to the dance floor. At the door each person drew a number for the door prize. Ruth Cruse was the lucky girl, and won an Eversharp pen. The program was super, also. Barbara Brunner sang two numbers, and Doris Birkett played a piano solo. Two floor shows consisted of the Andrews Sisters (alias Kenneth Kinsey, Dick Waggoner and Bob Lager) who sang “And Her Bathing Suit Never Got Wet;” and Don Kinney, Vance Gates, Terry Scott, Dick Waggoner, and Nonna Chritton enacted “In the Merry Month of May.” Refreshments of sandwiches and cokes were served during the evening by waiters chosen from the senior boys. DONALD E. KINNEY, No. 584831