called Blimp now, he is so dig
nified), we walk up Fifth Ave
nue and look at the stylish
dress shops. We window shop
at one he mentioned and while
we gaze admiringly in the win
dow we notice someone arrang
ing a dainty piece of lingerie.
Well, if it isn't our senior class
secretary, Phyllis Miller. She
recognizes us and beckons for
us to come into the store where
we learn how Phyllis went to
art and designing school, then
took up window decorating.
She tells us we will find Freda
Bent in Washington, D. C., that
she graduated from Haskel1.
Commercial course and is now
a private secretary to one of
the senators from Alaska. Phyl
lis couldn't recall his name. We
remember how Alaska wanted
to become the 49th state in
1949.
We remember that Coon
asked us to be his guest at a
boxing match in Madison
Square Garden, where a big
match is being held for light
weight world championship
The crowd applauds and
cheers the winner who is the
Singing Cowboy Boxer, Danny
CLASS
Many moons ago, in the year
of 1945 to be exact, seventy
green, jittery litle Freshies set
as their goal graduation, and
with that in mind started on
their journey with a grim de
termination to reach that high
peak. In spite of the obstacles
we know we must face to reach
our goal, we were determined
to make our first year a success.
We began in a business-like way
by electing our class officers.
As we knew Freshman initiation
was just around the corner, we
began to prepare for the worst.
Finally the day of the great
event dawned and we huddled
together waiting to learn our
fate. The boys were arrayed in
slacks and blouses, unmatched
shoes on their feet, lips of gor
geous red, their only jewelry
being an onion necklace. The
giggling girls displayed pigtails
and blackened faces. They
were robed in work shirts,
shorts, one foot was covered
with a rubber while the other
wore a dress shoe. The worst
was over and the Greenies
"Boxcar" Foster and his trainer
Joe Louis. Danny always was a
daredevil—remember when he
washed the outside of the class
room windows on the second
floor?
Let us end this rendezvous
by taking a look into the Stork
Club. As we enter we hear
music. Ah! that voice has a fa
miliar sound and it can belong
to no one else than our senior
class president, Vernon Lane,
who we learn not only vocalizes
but is also famous as a drum
mer, same as he was in Mr.
Matt's orchestra in 1949.
HISTORY
went on planning and dream
ing. Once we used our acting
talent and under the direction
of Mrs. Weigel presented a play
which, of all things, referred to
our immaturity. Our education
al trips took us to the State
Penitentiary, Deaf School and
Schoo! for the Blind. In major
sports Vernon Lane and Victor
Jackson represented the class.
Vernon in baseball and track
while Victor upheld the honors
in basketball and football.
Autumn of 1946 rolled around
and this group assembled for
the second time. When we
reached
Chemawa,
whom
should we find waiting to join
us but our classmate John
Crane. The thirty members pos
sessed more knowledge of high
school affairs so as a group we
rolled smoothly along. Once
again we elected our class of
ficers to lead our little band to
a successful year. To add to the
holiday spirit the Sophomores
gave a little Christmas play as
part of the Yule-tide program.
One of our classmates, Jeannie
7
Halfmoon, was chosen as Che-
mawa's Birthday Queen while
Phyllis Miller and Ernestine
Lane were princesses. Our edu
cational trips this year gave us
a glimpse of the Paper Mill in
Oregon City. In the field of
sports we were well represent
ed: William Belgarde, Vernon
Lane and Victor Jackson in bas
ketball, William and Vernon in
baseball, Victor in track and
Jimmie Parker and Victor in
football.
September of 1947 found
twenty-six of us knocking on the
high school door asking for ad
mittance once again. Winona
Hall and McNary had by this
time become our homes. We
were a well organized group
by now and willing to carry
our responsibilities as upper
classmen. As usual we elected
our class officers which always
served to give greater co-ordin
ation to our class. Our biolog
ical trips to Washington Park
and to Silver Creek Falls were
enjoyed by all. Our annual as
sembly was in the form of a