Warrenton High School - Warrior Yearbook (Warrenton, OR)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPH3C It was a werm, lazy, Spring day in Chicago, and if you cer3d to - look, you would ets found me mrking my way slowly back to the Howlsr® the newspaper where I was smployed as as serial writer. One glance at my watch told me it was 1:01 and thet I wes due at the. office ae 1:00; but it was such a lovely dey, L thought I'd welk around a t. I ssuntered down the strest, occasionally pausing et a shop window admiring or lazily critic? ‘sing the shop's displays, ons of which particularily intersstsd my - ut my spring fever hed deprived me of ell ambition to explors--so on to the street corner where 1 was perfectly content to wetch the passing crowd--pzople hurrying here and there, taxies, buses, strestcers, end the newspaper boy calling extra, across the street. Suddenly I was struck by a sense of guilt, or perheps @ surge of embition to geet to the office to work. While hurrying down the block to catch a strestcar, I bumped | into a young lady carrying several packeges, which I caused her to | drop. I stopped to pick them up, and while mumbling my apologies, I glanced up and found to my complet: surprise, none other then my old friend and classmate of '44, Jenst Ausr. f fter exchanging greeting we lunched together and thoroughly enjoyed talking over old times. Janet informed me that she was very hapoy and had quite tuccessfully athe thet beautiful oda 26 shop that only a few minutes before I had stopped to edmirs I left Jan , feeling in the best of moods, and returned to the office where the Thisf lowered them somewhat by telling me that I was late, thet my present stories smelled end he couldn't s3e why ‘I always had to hevs e tragic 2nding to all my stories--and the same old thing-- hy couldn't I writ? humen interest stories! However, he made me f22e1 much better when he clsered his throat and said, Miss — Henderson, it hes always been ee patie So of this newspeper ‘firm to give the steff employees a wor tour efter heving | faithfully a os served us race ive y2ers. he ea s throat once more-- F m n exesntion, however, we 13 giogs tori n5 toe by as : Le : tas

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Eli. OR BROWN ANGIE Fi Nuinsst 4 Ne -D. Jean MoNETT : tran Class Sec.-Treas., 1-2 Class Pres. 0 ; Student C-unoil, 5 Girls Glee Clud, 1-2-3-4 Girls League 1-2-5-4 Gu AGA. Frese, 6 5 Pep Club, 2-644 Newspaper, 2-5-4 Annual Staff, 2-3-4 Newspaper id., 5 Assi. Annual Ed., 4 S. Body Treas.,- 2-5 Play Cast, 35 T. 3. Oregon State T. O. Undecided Newspaper ctaif, 5-4 Newspaper Ed. 4 Student Council, 4 Student Body Treas., 4 Girls League 1-2-5-4 Fep Cluv, 3-4 “G¢ 85 er teate Annual Staff, 3-4 Play Cast, 2-5-4 Cym manazer, 2 T. S. Ore zon State Za soe St om Seaside Lea {

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she was a first rate dafodii grower aid wag making very g00Gs I couldn't spend long in Warrenton so left a few days later for San Francisco, where I planned to catch a plane ior Florida. Having a short time to wait for the plane I decided to take in tne Feir, which wes going at its Dest then. While walking eround, enjoyine all the sights, I noticed a large crowd gathering and a loud ed Og ane calling-- Step right up ladies end gents, see the worlds super man. As I listened I naturally »ecame interested so bought 4 ticket and made my way through the crowd to the world's sscond Atlas, twisting iron and chewing nails. ‘Then you could have knocked me over with a feather for it was my old friend, Fred Wilson, who was the last: person on earth I ever expected to find there. We were poth so sur- prised at seeing each other thet we were speechless-but soon made up for that vy telling each other our history from '44 on. F.O. had been in the circus for five years and his latest promotion was to that of strong man. Incidently he wes still wearing his Wilkie but- fel bea | The next time I boarded my plane, my next stop was supposedly Tlorida, but just as we were going over the woodlends of Kentucky, the plane stalled and was forced down. ‘the pilot told us that it E would be s2veral hours before we could start and that we could go on a short excursion if we liked. After an hour or so I Secams so completely absorbed in my thoughts thet I »Xecame lost from the party. ™ I walked for some time and then I heard the merry laughter of children up the road. I made my way to them and saw a young woman bending over a weshboerd and singing. I started to ask her for directions: but soon forgot about returning as it was thet swest little Classmate of '44, Velma Shappee. Until then I didn't know the true meaning of Southern hospitality, but I soon had to leave its comforts, for the party had found me. When we arrived in Florida, I transferred to a plans for Sgypt, which proved to be a comfortable and vsry interesting trip. Upon my arrival at Ciaro, I went to one of the Newspspers which was a branch of the Howler. A friend of the Sditor and I went to a lovely night club, which he liked because of the beesutiful singer Alece De Lamour. As we entered, the voice and the tune sounded :