Warrenton High School - Warrior Yearbook (Warrenton, OR)

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Hammond because of a great project that was being worked on. Naturally we decided to see what it was all about. Arriving at the scene of the excitement we found that Howard Jensen was digging a canal, which was to extend from the Pacific Occan to Lake Superior. So far he had only reached Coffenberry Lake but after 11 he had only boen digging for ten years. We spent tho ag at Howards home witi Bernice, him and the three iittic Jensens, As it grew late we decided we must start on our journey back to our long neglected positions. Our parting words were, Keep digging Howotd, you'll get there someday. ; We had an enjoyable but uneventful trip back. When we reached Richmond, Virginia, Dalo Directed me to his beautiful plantation home. It was just what you would imigine, a large white southern mansion, on a hill overlooking the mountains in the west. I ask Dale if he had found sufficient material for his book and he calmly infommed me that he had given up that idea long ago but that he would spend most of his time here as it was isolated and he seemed to enjoy solitude( he certainly had it, as he lived all alone in that large house). When He told me that he enjoyed solitude I took that as my cue for exit. As I drove down the drive I looked back to see Dale standing on the lonely veranda watching me go. Arriving in New York, I, Martha Wiley found my column

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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

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in a terrible state of confusion. So tired but happy I settled down to catch up on my neglected love-lorn column. Martha Wiley and Dale Cochran SKIP DAY It was a foggy Monday morning, April 18, 199, as fiftcen hardy Seniors startod out on our Skip Day , We started out in three different cars, Vernon (af course miles ahead), Ansel coming in second and last but not least Dales Our first stop was at Rockaway, where wo found the skating rink closed, and since we had to do something to keep ourselves amused we moved on to Twin Rocks. Finding nothing there wo docided to go back to Short Sands Boachs There we settled for most of the day. In the afternoon all of us wore very tired especially Beverly who had walked down to the beach too many times, On the way back we decided we would eat st Cannon Baach. We had a very good dinner,and were stuffed to the brim. We decided to wait at Betty's house until time to go to the show. While waiting a few of the brave ones of the class Beverly, Velma and Ansel decided to go skiting, whilé the rest of us grateful for a chance to sit down, went to the Show, After all was over we heaved a sigh of relief over the very eventful day and went home gratefully. Shirley Magnuson