ALLIGATOR TALES

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FROM DARVIL WEST:
The truth is, it was Byke Bennet and myself that was the first to bring the alligators to the school, and turn them loose in the irrigation on the front lawn.
The class of 64 boys were foolish enough to take them out and get their pictures taken.
But that was all the bad deeds I did during school hours.
Well maybe except when ......

Getting the alligator out of your mother's pool was a bit difficult, but there was enough people around to cheer it on. Actually that alligator went to someone else, Whitton, who put it in his shed and when he stuck a broom handle in the shed the next day, the alligator bit it in half.
The alligators that ended up in the irrigation on the front lawn of MHS were different.
These memories come from a 68 year old man that never did anything, but maybe twice.
Thanks Jim for the memories.


FROM DARVIL WEST:
I’m writing to explain my excuse for not attending the 45th class reunion and tell a little about my life. I work in an oil refinery in North Pole,
So I think my attention needs to be here.
We have time off in December and January, but not October or November. I’m the type that needs to work, and it gives me a reason to get up in the morning.
I came to
A very interesting thing happened while I was there. One night when I was there waiting for my crummy ride (a van that takes you to your work site or equipment) the wind was blowing and it was about -40 below. I saw a guy coming from the camp waving and pointing beyond me. The wind changed directions and I heard him say Polar Bear. I looked behind and sure enough there was a polar bear running towards me. I had my arctic gear with me plus a lunch. I dropped my arctic gear and lunch and ran for a 966 loader. When I first saw the polar bear he was about 100 yards from me and running hard. I was only about 50 feet from this loader. Believe me I hustled. When I got up in the loader and shut the door the polar bear put his paw on the bottom door glass. (This was more exciting then when Byke Bennet and I put the alligators in the irrigation on the front lawn of old main). Anyway me in the loader and the bear outside, I was liking this situation. The bear tried for about an hour to figure how to get to me, when he found he couldn’t he took off into the dark. Needless to say I was glad to see him go.
The next day they called in an Eskimo hunter in from the nearest village, by law they were the only ones that could kill a polar bear. Anyway I met him and stayed up through my sleeping shift to talk with him about how it was when he was a young man in this harsh environment. He was over 60 then, and this is one story he told me. What was living like back when he was young, and what did they do for medical for instance. He told me when he was a young man he and his brother were out hunting. He said that an arctic fox had bit his brother, and after they killed it they realized that he had rabies. I asked what they did for that. He said he took him back to the village and watched him closely for signs that he to might also become rabid. When he started to act a little crazier the people from the village tied him to a post and watched him die. This Eskimo was a very interesting man with many stories. Like someone from the dark ages.
It is September and Moose hunting season, so every weekend I go Moose hunting. I have a hunting camp about 20 miles south across the Tanana river from
There are bears, wolves and about any other kind wild Alaskan animal over there. So sometimes I shoot a bear and sometimes I shoot a Moose and sometimes both. To me it’s the greatest.
Well I hope you have enjoyed hearing about some of my life and I will be interested in reading about yours. If anyone wants to hunt
I hope everyone has a great time at the reunion and I’ll be reading about you all later.
I am full a stories among other things, so any time you need a good story let me know.
Maybe the next one I tell will be about the gold claims I had.
Darvil

I just have to comment on the alligator story. You know, of course, Ernie could not have been involved. He has spent his life in Law enforcement. I have it on the best authority, he was even a body guard for a former governor of Arizona. Surely he wouldn't have been involved in anything shady. Right Ernie? In fact, he is so upright and respectable that every Christmas when we went out to dinner for our office Christmas Party (Joanne, his wife, was office manager for my husband), the waiter invariably tried to give him the check at the end of the evening because he looked like "the boss". No, it couldn't have been Ernie Swanty that put the alligator in the water! Joanne Ray Fillmore

FROM BILL ROGERS:
AN ALL DAY "RUNNERS WORLD RELAY
I was a participant in a day long relay race onboard the USS Coral Sea (CV-43). For those who don't know, that is an aircraft carrier built before the Nuclear Age carriers of today. Beginning at approximately 6:00 am, and lasting until approximately 5:00 pm, a runner from each Department of the ship would run 5 times around the flight deck and then pass the baton onto another runner from each department. This went on all day until the USS Coral Sea passed through the Suez Canal, which is a length of about 50 miles. Our Department finished in second place and it was believed that we ran about 250 miles to complete the run. If you can, just imagine a huge aircraft carrier floating down a canal barely wide enough to allow the ship to pass through and to do it for 50 miles. There was absolutely nothing to see but sand for as far as you can see on both sides, except for an occasional oasis. If nothing else, it was definitely a memorable day. About the only unbelievable thing in this story would be little ol' Billy gettin' out of Mesa for awhile and travelin' the Seven Seas.

Some interesting Mesa History:
Had a return phone call from the archivist in the Mesa
Room at Mesa Public Library. She checked an "old" map;
think she said 1961 which all of us know is not "old".
Anyway, prior to being called Stapley, the road about
halfway between Gilbert Rd. and Mesa Drive was named
Power House Rd due to its having a powerplant on it.
Once that rd was within Mesa proper, the name within
city limits was changed to Stapley due to Stapleys
hving a farm along it but the name Power House was
retained both north and south of those limits (how
confusing). She said that was pretty much the custom,
to have county roads names reflect something along
them.
She then mentioned that University was 4th St. (which
I knew) and before that was named Transmission Rd.
from Tempe clear to Apache Jct. AND, and this I didn't
know, that Broadway (formerly 4th Ave.) had once been
named Creamery Rd because of a creamery along the
tracks.
And for those of your interested, she also said, when
I told her I was in Mesa High class of 63, that the
Mesa Room has a complete set of MHS yearbooks from
1900 onward. Just in case any of you need to know
that.
Barbara

FROM NORMAN LEPPLA:
The Mesa High website is a masterpiece. I have enjoyed surfing through it several times. What great memories and it seems just like yesterday. It was particularly interesting to look at the athletic information. I can well remember Andy Livingston's footprints on my chest as I landed on my back during attempts to tackle him!
Unfortunately, Carol and I will not be able to attend.
After graduating from Mesa High, I headed off to
My post-high school years in
In 1972, I finally graduated and moved to
“Dr. Norm Leppla, an avid sailor, is “Steering the course of IPM in
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I moved to Mesa, March of 1955, went to Alma school in the 4th grade, went to Franklin in 5th grade, Lowell in 6th grade and East Mesa Junior High, then of course Mesa High. I remember the Sands drive in theather out east of Mesa, and the Pioneer drive in out west. We got in the drive in's for $1.00 a car load. I also remember .the Artic Circle west of Alma School road on main, and the Village Inn Pizza on the corner of Alma School and Main,. Bob's Big Boy, The Waldorf Cafe, Pete's fish and chips, Marquee drive in, across from Franklin grade school, The first Jack-n-box next door to Brown & Hoeye.. Do you remember the Fairs we had down town in Mesa, and the Rendezvous Swimming Pool?. Those were some good old days. Marilyn

I remember the A&W, the old ice house where we would get ice blocks and ride them down the hill at the country club, swimming in the canals, especially the one next to the Country Club, Woolworths store, there was a resturant on main street that had steaks but can't remember the name. Junior Assembly at the Country Club where we learned to dance. The Pioneer Drive-in and I think there was two (one on both sides of town).
Every Saturday morning, we listened to the Top 40 Countdown. Then we would go to the record shop and try a new 45 and hope we liked the song on the back, too. It was also the day we starched our slips so they would look great for the dance that night. Coach Willard made homemade ice cream for us sometimes when we had swim meets. How fun it was to drive over to Bob's in Phoenix when we got our driver's license. We drove the loop from the Marquee to the A & W in West Mesa looking for guys. Remember in Junior High how the guys would come by the Home Ec Room on the days we cooked looking for samples. Loved being on the 2nd floor of Mesa High so we could check out what was going on outside from the large windows. How great were those western dances on the tennis courts at Mesa High with a live band and Miriam Johnson (Mrs. Waylon Jennings!) singing! Anyone remember when Ricky Nelson came to the Fair?
Jane

I remember when Rick Nelson came to town. I got to have my picture taken with him. It was at the County Fair and I had entered some candy and a cake with his name on it. I got blue ribbons on all of them and they asked me if I would like to have my picture taken with him. What did they think, that I was going to say no. He had a green sharkskin suit with a white shirt and yellow tie. Years later he came to town to do a show at JD's and I was able to get backstage and he signed the picture for me. He laughed at how young he was. It was weird because Waylon was in the dressing room too. Fun memories.
I also remember the Nile was the only place to see a movie until they built the Mesa Theater and you could get in for .25. Wrights Market was on Main next to the Nile, Everybodys drug was the place to go to get a cherry coke, Gilbert Rd ended at Main and became, I think the Cooley ranch. If you lived past University (4th St) and Broadway (4th Ave) were pretty much lived way out of town. Extension Rd was a dirt path with an irrigation ditch on one side. The place to go was Main St on Saturdays to shop and you would walk the two blocks that had stores, from Robson & Center. The Waldorf, Green Frog were the only bars in that area. Cruising Main from the Marquee and Bob's Big Boy. Going to dances at the skating rink at Rendezvous Park, the pool where everyone went to swim, the baseball field that is where the Chicago Cubs would play for spring training. Your phone number was Woodland 4 and then added 9 before the number that came after that. Calling on a number that would ring busy and talking to people in between the busy beeps. The El Charro was on Main & Country Club until they built a bigger one on 1st St & Country Club. If you were going to meet someone you would meet at the "old" or "new" El Charro. Things have changed so much that sometimes I am not really sure where I am. It has grown so much. When we graduated from High School there were about 40,000 people that lived here.
K

I grew up on 9th place between Center and Grand. Our road was the last one to get paved, so Saturdays we had the Indians drive their wagon down our road to go to Bashas or the Co-Op that was on Robson and Pepper. I remember the water truck driver that watered down our road, he would slow down so that we could play in his spray, he would go down one side and turn around and come back so there were always muddy areas in front of our house. I remember the Ice man who brought ice to our house for the Ice Box. He would lift up his canvas curtain on the back of his truck to get the ice and would let us have the ice chips, how wonderful it tasted in the hot summer time. We slept on a Sleeping porch behind the main house, granddad would turn on the big black fan to cool us in the summer (grandma would heat bricks or have hot water bottles wrapped in old army blanket pouches put at the bottom of our beds in the winter), Granddad would then turn on the radio to "Lucky Lager Dance Time" (I seem to think that it was an Oklahoma radio station) to go to sleep. I still go to sleep better with a radio on. Remember when they would run the sheep from Lehi to Chandler down Center Street, or the water fountains on Main Street, or the old Penney's store with the vacuum tubes that took the money for your purchase up to the upper office area. How lucky you were when you got your Summer Porter thongs (no not swimming bikini or underwear) but shoes. How we had to have our Levis for the dances at the high school western dances, we would wear them as long as we could before we washed them (always felt that they could stand in the corner by themselves) so that they wouldn't fade. Did you every fix your hair the night before school and got the best hair-do only to have it look terrible when the morning came. Kay mentioned the old phone system, remember also the party line, when you had to remember if your ring was 2 short or 1 long ring with 2 short (that was our ring; 1 long & 2 short, which became grandmas trade mark honking when she came to the swimming pool to pick us kids up. The workers at the pool also knew her sound and would call us to let us know she was there for us). So many, many wonderful memories of Our Mesa!
Lolly
HOW TRUE IT IS:
Where did you go and what did you do for fun in our small Arizona town? The eternal teenage guest of those years would be hardly recognizable in today's world, but we sure had fun! Oh, those HOT Arizona Summers days! 110 degrees in the shade and no shade. Sidewalks too hot to walk on with your barefeet even if you were courageous enough to go outside during the blistering afternoons. And right in the middle of all of this, Everybody's Drug Store on the corner of Main and MacDonald. All we had to do was open the door and that cool, refreshing air wrapped its arm around us and brushed away the drops of sweat rolling off our brows as a result of both the heat and studying too hard (at least that's how we remember it-perhaps our teachers would have disagreed). There in front of us stretched that long soda fountain with its innumerable delights-ice cold cokes, root beer floats, chocolate sundays, all mixed to perfection by those bartenders of our youth, the soda jerks. A perfect interlude with friends to discuss the serious matters of the day such as who was dating who, or who would like to date who, or who do that voodoo that you do so well.
