Warrenton High School - Warrior Yearbook (Warrenton, OR)

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Upon inquiring about the blond we learned that it was none other than Betty Goodrich, our very dear friend, that had broken John's hart. The jealous husband was Bob Black, who had been Betty's old heart throb back in our school days. With John's help we then looked up Betty and Bob and found that they wore the proud pirents of five lovely children. By this time John had alrcoady fourid a new interest in a gorgeous auburn haired dancer. As everything turned out fine we went on our way feeling much better. As we were motoring through the desert lands of south eastern Oregon, on our way to Corvallis we were brought to a sudden stop whon a bullet punctured one of our back tires. Dale and I both jumped out to see what was going on. I was examining the tire when up rode a real live western bandit (and I had thought those creatures were extinct). I was just about to let out a horrible scream when the ferocious bandit let out an cxclamation of recognition. I didn't recognize him under his long beard but when he spoke I knew instantly that this was John Byrd of our class of 'l9, TI had no idea that he had taken all of those western storics seriously. John was now Inown as The Robin Hood of the West. + turned around to speak to Dale but he had mys- teriously disappeared. Aftor searching for a half an hour, I found him hidding under the car, trembling with fear. Finally I persuaded him that he wouldn't be hurt and he reluctantly crawled out and meekly greeted John. After I

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waving frantically for us to stop. The jeep merely had a flat tire but 1t scomed he was driving an important officer to Fort Ord and it was imperative that he got there immediately. Being very patrotic we of course were glad to oblige. However we were unprevared for the shock we received for the officer was none other than our old friond Koy Duncan, We never dreamed that he would somo day be a major in the United States Army. We reached Fort Ord all too soon and our visit with Roy came to an abrupt end, however, he promised to keep us posted on his whereabouts, Dale being a gambler at heart, then decidet that we must go to Reno. I left Dale outside of 2 gambling casino and walked off to do some shopping,promising to meet him later that afternoon. At nine-thirty that night I was still waiting impatiently in the hotel lobby for Dale when two men came in the door loudly relating a baseball game between—yces—Warrenton and Westport. I looked up and there was Dale talking with our ex-baiseball pitcher, John McDermott. John was now a wealthy play boy. He had been interested in a certain beautiful blonde debutanto for the past two weeks and had just discovered that she had a very jealous husband. Dale found him boating all the roulette wheels and he had just finished cleaning out the card games just because he was feeling blue. He immediately brightened up and decided there were still hundreds of beautiful girls who would appreciate him even if this one didn't,

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had fixed the tire we again started off with Johns apologies for the tire. We stopped in Corvallis where Vernon Hart was coaching at Oregon State, At his home we were greeted by Mrs V. R. Hart, the former Delores Wallace. We discovered that they now had an elevem man football team of their own with three charming daughters aa cheer leadors. All of this was made up of little Harts(Delores really had a lot of little Hart troubles). There wasn't room in their hotel for all of us so Dale and I drove one There were only two members of our Sonior Class that we hadn't seen on our journey so we decided to visit our old home towns of Warrenton and Hammond to see if we could find any. trace of them. Arriving in Warrenton we found that everything was about the same except for quite a fow now people. However as we passed the Service Garage we saw a very farmiliar Model A sitting dejectedly in front. It must be very valuable as an antique by this time. Upon investigating we fourid Sam Moore in the garage getting prepared to continue working on his beloved Model A, He told us he was really « rich man as his car was the only one of it's kind still in existance and worth millions of dollars, He couldn't stand to part with his car so he just dreomed of what he could have and didn't bother to cash in on his valuable possession. Sam told us of the excitement that was going on in