Weatherwax High School - Quinault Yearbook (Aberdeen, WA)

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cAny Similiarity Between This Manuscript and the Senior Class Is Purely Non-coincidental We, the class of one thousand nine hundred and forty-seven of Weatherwax High School, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, and being possessed of such brilliant and farseeing minds as to disdain the services of attorneys, counselors, or courts, do therefore make, ordain, publish, and declare this our last Will and Testament: First, we leave the Juniors our great success and Second, we leave the Sophomores—Out! Jim Abrahamson leaves his basketball dribble, Lila Ahlquist leaves her shorthand scribble. Kenny Anderson leaves for a better choice, Lois Anderson leaves her charming voice. Rodner Anderson leaves the A. H. S. band, Ed Astell leaves for a better land. Mary Jean Austin leaves her dark brown hair, Ted Ayres leaves—nothing to spare. Phillip Baer leaves for an ocean dip, Katharyna Bator leaves her riding whip. Bradford Barnes leaves his intelligent brain, Tony Basich leaves—tilings won't be the same. Jim Boettcher leaves his artistic way, Pat Boettcher leaves—that's all she can say. Helen Boora leaves the Ocean Breeze, Alveda Brawley leaves and is she pleased. Ira Brecht leaves his speaker stand, Tom Brennan leaves to become a man. Gene Briscoe leaves his handsome looks, Sally Brown leaves her school books. Nellie Brownell leaves this school behind, Ada Brownrigg leaves—a man to find. Rich Bryan leaves; ain’t it a joke? Dick Butorac leaves. What for? A coke? Rich Caldwell leaves and not too soon, Wayne Campbell leaves a funny cartoon. Gerald Caskey leaves his jokes for you, Kenny Castile leaves his car so new. Don Christianson leaves after many long years, Dorothy Ann Christensen leaves her cute little ears. Joe Clark leaves and it’s about time. Rich Clark leaves to make this rhyme. Leonard Click leaves Miss Hollan, so sweet, Marianne Clubb leaves, just for Pete. Virginia Colby leaves her winning smile, Pearl Collins leaves right in style. Bob Cowan leaves and think’s it's swell, Bob Cross leaves—what the heck. Carl Dahlstrom leaves for an old knap-sack, Helen Dale leaves and won’t be back. Louise Davies leaves her brilliant mind, Dick Davies leaves, his fame to find. Mildred Dobbins leaves her Ingrid Bergman hair, Delores Drake leaves her witty air. Don Duncan leaves—he’s free at last, Delores Dennison leaves, her school days past. Marilyn Dunlap leaves—what more can be said, Gene Edwards leaves his meaty-head.” Don Eldart leaves to serve his land, Earl Englund leaves his ruling hand. Jim Erickson leaves his manly physique, Delmar Evenson leaves his cornet technique. Colleen Ferguson left—she found a man, Carmela Ferri leaves her fine shorthand. Leonard Fosberg leaves his smooth line, Judy Frazier leaves her clothes sublime. Jim Friberg leaves the locker committee, Donald Friend leaves—Oh, what a pity! Clyde Fry leaves his toothy grin, Marjorie Gandy leaves—she’s out to win. Carolyn Garbe leaves her quiet way, Frank Garley leaves to hit the hay. Emmy George leaves her personality plus, Betty Gilbreath leaves on a Grayhound Bus. Mary Glidden hopes to leave before next fall, Dick Graham just leaves, that’s all. Marianna Graves leaves her musical blends, Bill Greene leaves his lost week-ends. Ann Gurrad leaves a future to find, Barbara Haek leaves nothing behind. Francis Hall leaves his slender frame, Rich Hall leaves—isn’t it a shame? Jack Hanoff leaves his black toupee,” Mary Hansman leaves her witty way. Polly Ann Harter leaves the retail selling, Joyce Henry leaves—Oh—(that would be telling). Helen Hilden leaves her blond flirtation, Mike Hobi leaves his trombone sensation. Frances Hoffman leaves for a home and things, Minnie Holt leaves her halo and wings. 24

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James Boettchei Louise Davies James Erickson Jim Erickson Jack Lang Bob Sipe Jim Boettcher Emmy George Patty Rajcich Delores Dennison Louise Davies Nancy Swanson Come on along; Come on along; And hear 47's song; For we’re a class; Who needn’t ask; What is right and what is wrong; We san sing a class song like You’ve never heard before; And we can swing it on the dancing floor; For we re just the bestest class what am; Bosses and their Cohorts Remember when Ronnie Olson and the associated members of Homeroom 11, composed those words, to the tune of Alexander’s Ragtime Band, for our class song when we were freshmen? About the same time we chose Blue and Gray for our class colors and even then we felt the influence of the inimitable Mr. Bobcat. You bet we am; Come on along; Come on along; And watch us cross the street; For we're a class; Who is always on the beat; And if you’ve ever seen a class as good as ours, before; Then let us know; Then let us know; For we know we’re best of all. This year the Senior class of 1947 chose Jim Erickson as president, Jim Boettcher as vice president and Louise Davies as secretary. Members of the Senior Council were made up of one person out of every senior homeroom The senior play, Lost Horizon,” was presented April 25. Mr. Robert Mayne was advisor. Maiy Hansmann was student director. The actors for the play were: Ira Brecht, Judy Frazier, Jim Ingram Helen Boora, Ronnie Rasanen, Earl Englund, Delorej Drake, Martha Stouffer, Bonnie Rasor, Anne Jordan. Virginia Colby. The annual Class Night program was also advised by Mr. Mayne. Most of rhe Seniors took part in it and it provided entertainment, not only for the spectators but also for the performers. Probably the most outstanding day in the Spring activities was Senior Dress-up Day. It was probably the most thought about and talked about Day, too, because of the problem of what to wear. In spite of the problem presented, many clever costumes turned up. Well, this has all been fun but ten years from now it will be just as much fun to remember it and reminisce about the good old days,” with the class of ’47. 23

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Frank Horne leaves his friendly way, Lois Hubert leaves her swing and sway. Jim Ingram leaves his hair so cute, Fred Johnson leaves to go on a toot. Gladys Johnson leaves and says farewell, Marilyn Johnson leaves—why, she won’t tell. Jeannine Jolly leaves the High School choir, Jaquie Jones leaves her ball of fire. Anne Jordan leaves her darling smile, Alice Kaifer leaves her poise and style. George Kargianis leaves his rare good looks, Irene Katerman leaves for cozy nooks. Lorraine Kersey leaves—she’s got a scheme, Bob Kevo leaves his basketball team. Elray Kittinger leaves all her friends behind, Richard Knoph leaves and he doesn’t mind. Evelyn Knutson leaves; she's already packed, George Kolodzy leaves; he’ll never come back. Betty Korpi leaves for a long lost dream. Jack Lang leaves his haircuts extreme. Margie Lee leaves her bangs so straight, Pat Lenahan leaves—it's not too late. Laura Linnenkohl leaves with no one to blame, Barbara Luikko leaves—she just came. Joyce Mann leaves her song queen staff, Don Markham leaves and that's no laugh. Delores Marshall leaves her musical cornet, Gloria McGee leaves but not quite yet. Robert McGhee leaves forever, Bob McGillicuddy leaves—how clever. Luella McKay leaves—she’s not going far, Louis Miller leaves his wonderful car. Lucille Miskovich leaves the beloved teachers, Annie Missel leaves the football bleachers. Doris Morehead leaves her acquired knowledge, Harold Ohlinder leaves to go to college. Doug Oleson leaves a certain sophomore gal, Irene Olson leaves to find a pal. Garnette Otterby leaves—she doesn’t care. Clarene Ottis leaves her flaming red hair. Lindy Peckinpaugh leaves his freckled face, Robert Dahlsrrom leaves, never forgetting this place. Rena Pelligrini leaves the school’s democracy, Roy Pelto leaves to join the Technocracy. Delores Perrine leaves with the whole senior class, Mildred Perry leaves and hopes she will pass. Kathryn Peterson leaves to find something new, Donald Petrini leaves—now what will he do? Martha Pierog leaves for a different locality, Colleen Prather leaves her radiant personality. Marie Preece leaves her home room 210, Bill Preston leaves—lie’s got business to tend. Patty Rajcich leaves—we'll all miss her so, Alice Ramsay leaves—where will she go? Donna Lou Phelps leaves for a different town, Elizabeth Knapp leaves—she’s Atlantic bound. Charlotte Ramsay leaves you her cute little sister, Bonnie Rasor leaves—we’re sure you’ll all miss her. Ronnie Rasanen leaves this Quinault for you, Gerry Reid leaves you her friendship true. Doug Rice leaves his school days to remember, Ken Roberts leaves and won't return next September. Chuck Rogers leaves his name of Buck, Don Rogers leaves—it’s just his luck. Katherine Rudis leaves in a flash, Lois Rundell leaves in a bright new Nash. John Weber leaves his musical flute, Mary Ellen Davidson leaves—but doesn’t give a hoot. Miriam Salmon leaves her fishy name, Nancy Sandstrom leaves for her college flame. Ned Shimmin leaves his Model A, Ray Schoening leaves to our dismay. Bob Sipe leaves his dimpled grin, Dorothy Silva leaves her way to win. Larry Skye leaves the old check room, Harold Skadden leaves with a jolly tune. Lyle Smiley leaves a smile for you, Pat Smiley leaves a smile too. Charmaine Snavely leaves her jolly ways, Roy Spielman leaves all in a daze. Martha Stouffer leaves her White Sox.” Nancy Swanson leaves her platinum locks. Bill Swanson leaves his moods behind, Charles Tegan leaves the homework grind. Sharon Thompson leaves to be with Stan, Ethel Throckmorton leaves—that's all she’s planned. Esther Torheim leaves right in class, Albert Twidwell leaves his charming lass. Bill Vessey leaves to find things to do, Donna Lee Warren leaves, her school days through. Donald Rushing leaves his favorite classes, Colleen Weaver leaves as sweet as molasses. Helen Welsh leaves with just a few sighs, Pat Wickman leaves you her sweet goodbyes. Eleanor Williams leaves the G. A. A., Bob Williams leaves for a long holiday. Bonnie Wiitamaki leaves you a very few pounds. Chuck Wilson leaves to make his rounds. Ronnie Olson leaves for a good long doze, Johnny Wilson leaves his sloppy clothes. Phil Zabiaka leaves still in a stew, Marion Zembal leaves his high I. Q. Our whole Senior class leaves our fun and good times. To the following classes of ’48 and ’49. 25