Warrenton High School - Warrior Yearbook (Warrenton, OR)

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; Winging my way eastward I remembered my next stop was to see Helen. Christensen, now Mrs. M. T. Byrd. She was still living in Warrenton but was now in Hattiesburg visiting her husband's folks. Landing at the airport I called Helen and asked about the day. She answered fine and came and picked me up. At her in-laws we had a lot of fun but I left early in the afternoon as I wanted to be in another town for night. Helen drove me to the airport and I gave the two little Byrds a short plane ride. After a farewell I was once again on my way. I was headed now for Atlantic City. Arriving there I traveled to the address I had and reached an ultra-modern hotel. Going in I saw Bob Scrimsher behind the desk. I asked if he were working here and he informed me he owned the place and was just working for a few minutes while the clerk stepped out. Soon we entered into a long discourse about our days in '46, Accepting his invitation, I stayed a week and learned he'd inherited the hotel from his rich uncle. After acquiring a glorious sun tan I again took off, this time for New York, Going home I spent the night and went to my office. the next morning. There my private secretary and nurse, Frances Shultz, was working. I told her I was getting tired of writing all these interviews and asked her to go along. She was thrilled and after a quick trip to her house for her things, we took off, this time for a short trip to Yonkers. Here we saw Hazel Maize, mow Mrs. Pat McCarthy, and her three children The three of us passed away the afternoon inquiring about each other. She asked Frances and I to stay overnight but we thought we could make it about half way to Detroit before nightfall, so set off. By arising early next morning we reached Detroit and proceeded to see James Hagen. We knew he was the manufacturer of the Hamee Vacumm Cleaners. He had changed very little other than acquiring a wife, a son, a half-million dollars, and a few years. We spent the night with him and we really saw De- troit. Late the next morning we soared toward Chicago where we were to see Jackie Hudelson. Jackie met us at the airport. She was now a famous opera singer with a troupe from the Metropolitan. We passed the day together con- versing on everything. That night Jackie got Frances and Ia box at the opera which we enjoyed even though we didn't understand it. We stayed all night with her and also the next two days. We had one more to see and interview, and that was Delores Neuharth. She was still living in Warrenton with her folks. We arrived there and the three of us had a swell afternoon. Then we had a big time visiting friends we used +o know - juniors, freshmen, and sophomores we knew when in high school. The next day we went to school which brought back a lot of memories, only WHS had grown quite a bit as all Warrenton had. With tears in our eyes Frances and I set out for Salem on the last lap of the journey before home. Don was glad to see I was back with twelve votes and surprised to see Frances. After three days in Salem, Frances and I set out for New York and work feeling glad in our hearts we had this opportunity to once again relive our school days together way back in '46. Bob Knight

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he'd always said that he would someday. Asked why he wanted to see me so ur- gently he replied that he wanted me to act as his publicity man and look up all his old classmates of '46. This would play up the human interest angle in his campaign and possibly get him twelve votes. So after a little discus- sion about expenses, I set off. (He saying he'd pay then.) At first I was at a loss as to where I would start but then I remembered that Bob Johnson was living in Marshfield, and since that was the nearest, I thought that might be the best place to start. I got into the car that Don had given me the use of and sped down there right away. I was driving along main street when I was attrocted by a large attractive movie theatre nearby. Parking and going to investigate, I saw none other than Bob Johnson. He invited me into his movie house which was a very ritzy affair. There he told me that he had married and was the proud father of triplet girls. I was invited out to his house and was very glad for I wanted to see his wife. They asked me overnight and that night we took in a movie at his theatre. after a very pleasant movie we went back to his house where Bob and I sat up most of the night remembering our old school days. The next morning I bid him good-bye with sort of an empty feeling in me as to where I should go from there. Finally, by writing back to Warrenton Higu school I learned from Mr. Dishaw, who was still principal there, where the class of '46 was located. They were all over the United States so I knew I had a big task ahead of me For tunately they were in the U.S. so I needn't travel abroad. Getting a map I formed my route and found my next stop was Los Angeles to see Janice Brown. Abandoning Don's car I took to the air and arrived in Los Angeles late one night. I went to e hotel and next morning I went to look up Janice. Reaching her address I was amazed to see I was in Beverly Hills and that before me was a huge mansion complete with hot and cold swim- ming pools. Going in the gateway I saw Janice in the garden taking a sun- bath. Only then did I recognize her as Glamoor Lamingo, famous torch singer of the movies. Walking over, she wes very much surprised and thrilled to see me, The next hour we spent in talking over our childhood together. Then she asked me out to lunch at Errol Carol's which was still in operetion and re- nowned more than ever. After spending a very pleasant day with Janice, I bid adieu and went on my way. After my meeting with Janice, I telegramed Don for a plane. Soon it ar- rived, a high-speed two place job. Having a private license I took off and headed east for Tulsa, Oklahoma. Stopping overnight, once enroute, I reached Tulsa one afternoon. I called a taxi and was driving through town when I saw a pair of legs on the sidewelk I'd recognize anywhere. Pulling up to make sure, I saw it was Verna Cochran. Getting out I walked up to her and she re- cognized me instantly. We talked on the sidewalk a moment and then got into a taxi. I learned she had a beauty shoppe in Tulsa and was doing very well. We went to her house where I met her husband and four children. After dining on an excellent meal I departed for a hotel where I spent the night. On the morrow it proved to be cloudy with an overcast so I couldn't leave Tulsa. I called up Verna and she invited me to her house. Hailing e taxi, and reach- ing her house, we talked the morning through. About noon the sky cleared so Verna drove me to the airport where we said good-bye once again. ; Now I was on my way to Texas to see Pearl Wildgrube. I knew she was the owner of the Bar-X, just out of El Paso. Having wired ahead, Pearl met me at the airport and drove me to her rance. While there she tried to teach me to ride horseback, and that night I enjoyed an excellent meal off the mantle much to Pearl's delight, As yet Pearl was unmarried but she was about to rope “one in, I spent the night at the Bar-X and was off next morning,

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