Union High School - Bobcat Yearbook (Union, OR)

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Class P As the time again rolls around to the p’ace where the honorable seniors leave us, we often wonder just what will happen to them. Let us attempt to look into the future and solve this problem. As we sink into the trance we faintly hear a lecture. Could it be?—It is! The charming Home Ec. teacher, Miss Marian Westenskow. As we go deeper we hear music of the type general’y found in night clubs. Do our eyes deceive us? Maybe and maybe not, but anyway, we hear the clear bird-like voice of Phyllis Harris. I think we had better get into something tamer. Let’s attend an opera for a change. As we take our seats, who do we see but the famous Elizabeth Kibby on the stage singing with all her heart and soul. As we come into the fresh air we might like to moisten our dry throats at the drug store counter. Do you see what I see, or is that Norman Wicks’ twin brother behind the counter mixing liniments. Having nothing else to do we might go shopping. Who is that we see in a famous New York Dress Shop? Ah! Yes! It is our friend and school mate modeling those exquisite gowns—Lorena Cross. Who is that we see coming down the street surrounded by girls? Ladies and gentlemen, we see Sherman (Romeo) Hawkins. What’s wrong now? Here comes a ploiceman and he looks mad! Well, we recognize our old school mate Marion Stilzel, but it docs no good. The next thing we know we are standing before the judge—Could it be? It is! Ray Connor; this does no good either. What an afternoon! We need some relaxation, so we go to the library, where we see Marie Wells getting her daily exercise replacing books on shelves. As we are about to leave the city, we see a cute little bungalow and stop for a drink of water. Well, well! Hello, Vivian Draper. Married and nicely settled. My! What a stock of hardware she has. We continue out into the country. We look out over the fields and we see David Thomas out following a plow around the fields. As we go on we come to a farm house. Do you hear what I hear, or is that Richard Baum’s voice calling those hogs again? My! My! The country has quite a lure. There’s our charming milk maid, Eileen Hall. There’s the little country school. See the teacher out playing ring around the roses? Why, that’s Charlene Hutchinson. Will the surprises never end? Ah! An athletic field, and what’s this! Isabel Greenwood, explaining the technique of a new game. Here we come to the woodlands and find Audrey Gray, pining away her life in the pines. Our trance is slipping, things are getting dimmer. We seem to rise into the air and there we see Marian Mac flying her new cub pleasure plane.

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s kJenior In the field of literature, Marian MaePherson’s poem “My Playmates” was accepted for publication in the “Anthology Northwest Poetry” by high school students. She also won first p!ace in the Christmas essay contest sponsored by the U-Hi. The class has managed the publication of the U-High each week in the local newspaper. STAFF Co-Editors ...................................... Marian Westenskow Marian MacPherson Sports Editor Ray Connor Feature Editor Audrey Gray Socie-ty Editor Eileen Hall Grade Reporter ..................................... Elizabeth Kibby In the pep assembly contest, the Seniors won second place on their “grand old opry” in bur’esque form composed entirely by themselves, which was a take-off on the high school faculty. Isabel Greenwood’s ability to play basketball won her an undisputed position on the Girl’s All Star team for the fourth consecutive year. To round out their eventful year the seniors presented as their gift to the school, furniture for the stage which included a love seat, two occasional chairs, an end table, and a hassock. After such a successful and complete year, it was no more than fitting that the Seniors have a vacation. They treked to Boise for a day of fun and frolic, and for the day forgo ttheir responsibilties of senior life. It is with regrets that the seniors close the pages of their last memorable year in Union High School. The Bobcat

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UIH I Beciuea I, Eileen Hall, do will and bequeath my bad luck for losing car keys and having flat tires to Marion Thomas. I, Isabel Greenwood, do will and bequeath my athletic ability to Jeanne McMillan. I, Marian Westtnskow, do will and bequeath my various activities to any one who can stand up under the strain. I can’t. I. Lorena Cross, do will and bequeath my typing ability to Gene Edvalson. I, Phyllis Harris, do will and bequeath my tympany and cymbals, and all the hard work that goes with them to anyone that can stand the noise. I. Norman Wicks, do will and bequeath to Marvin Gilkison what I have learned in my five years with the band. I, Elizabeth Kibby, do will and bequeath my old worn out, ripped, patched, raggle taggle, unsight y galoshes to anybody who can find them. I, Audrey Gray, do will and bequeath my ability to keep up a hot argument to Bobbie Baum. I, Marian MacPherson, do will and bequeath my ability to get into all kinds of trouble to A!ice English. I, Charlene Hutchinson, do will and bequeath my beautiful golden locks to Betty Counsell. I. Vivian Draper, do will and bequeath my long eyelashes to Dick Wells. I, Ray Connor, do will and bequeath my position on the state debate team to Hulda Cosner. I, Richard Baum, do will and bequeath my ability of conscientious effort to none other than Wayne Kornegay. I, Marion Stitzel, do will and bequeath my amazing popularity with the Freshmen girls to Albert Harris. I, Sherman Hawkins, do will and bequeath my ability of hard, extensive thinking to any one who needs it. I, Marie Wells, do will and bequeath my Social Economics books (practically new) to Eleanor Richards. The Bobcat - 18 -