Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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A. H. S. Senior Class Prophecy 6iJ IT IS THE YEAR OF 1961, thirty years after we graduated from our dear old Alma Mater. How things have changed in the city that we used to call a “one-horse berg”! As I came over the city limits north of the town, below me I noticed that as usual there was a delay. It was because of the train that always had the amazing faculty of being stalled on the intersection. I looked down from my dirigible and saw some of the people in cars who had not yet followed the vast majority in becoming air-minded. I landed about where Gillan’s old home used to be. They were building on the spot, and I walked over to it. The carpenter came over and looked aJt me queerly, and I found, to my astonishment, he was Perdin Handley. I asked about all our classmates, and he told me that he had Cyril Thornburg and Sass Spurgin working for him. After a pleasant chat with my old friends I went over the tracks to the canning factory. I found Bill Rogge, as foreman. I made my way up town, and I had not gone far before I saw a traffic cop, with a long beard, bawling out two young people, in a Cord, for speeding. (These cars are as popular now as was the Ford in my day). I walked over to the car and listened to the criticism he was bestowing upon the occupants of the car. To my utter amazement I found that the officer was Bill Schacht. He was telling the children that he never went over twenty miles an hour when he was in high school. I spoke to him, and when he recognized me, he began to blush and make apologies. Then I turned to the two people in the car who were nearly frightened to death. I asked the boy his name, and he said, “Wesley Palmer, Junior.” Well, that was enough for me! The girl said her name was Mary Dustin. Who would ever have thought that the children of my old classmates would be pairing up? I was invited to dinner at the Palmer home, and, as you have already guessed, Mary Kathryn was the charming head of that household. After a nice evening spent in talking over old times, I made my way to the Dustin home. Jim came to the door. He was smoking a pipe. I laughed to myself, because I remembered what a time he had smoking a pipe when he was in high school. I met his wife, and who do you suppose she was? Josephine Brissey. I was never so surprised in all my life. They have three children, and I whs very pleased to find they had named the youngest one after me. I went down to the place where Hasl’s Sweet Shop used to be, and I saw that it had been turned into a Gifte Shoppe. I followed my womanly instinct of being curious, and went inside. I saw a man handling the delicate laces and linens, and he came to ask me if there was anything I wished. His polishni manners made him very familiar. It was not until he began talking about tariffs and customs that I recognized him to be Dick Stivers. Poor old Dick. He never could get those duties straight in American History. A delicatessen store across the street caught my attention, and I immediately went to it. The manager was Lorene Galloway. She asked me all about myself, and I reversed the questions. She told me she was married, and her husband was our old friend, Howard Smith. He was inside, in the back room, putting butter on sandwiches. All the little Smiths were playing around, and it was after one had put a wet lollypop in my hair that I took my leave. “Just like its papa,” I thought. Down the street a large sign arrested my attention. I read, “Dorothy’s Shop.” Here, I thought I might find some more of my old classmates. And sure enough, when I went into the apartment, I saw good old. Dort Sloan and Dort Rarick. Sloan married Mr. Avey the second year after graduation, and Dorothy Rarick was an old maid. I gathered she had been disappointed in the love affair which was interesting to all of us during her senior year in school. I began to feel rather weak from excitement, so I went into a restaurant to get something to eat. I sat down at one of the tables, and I noticed a waitress, and recognized in her another school mate. She was Ora Humphrey. She told me that she and Mildred Johnson were in partnership in the corporation, and that Mildred was the cook. When I started to pay my bill I noticed that the cashier was chewing gum very rapidly. Nothing could recall a person to my mind as readily as gum chewed in that fashion. I knew at the first, glance that it was Ruth Andresen. She told me that she had been married for fifteen years to Clarence Teten. Her husband had been teaching in a school in the booming city of Howe. He was the principal, and Ruth told me that our old friend, Lucille Cummings, had become the superintendent of the Auburn Public Scnools. - 1931 = Page Twenty-Five

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Senior Class History ' S EACH, HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT chooses his book of school memories, he cannot forget the times of joy, sorrow, laughs, fears, and tears. It has rightly been said, “The happiest days of life are those spent in school.” When we, the present class of ’31, entered the high school four years ago, we little knew what the future held in store for us. In our first year, Miss Frances McCormick and Miss McGrew were our sponsors. Several “frosh” of that year earned “A” pins. The following year, we were sophomores. They say “sophisticated,” but we did not have very much of that redeeming feature. The same sponsors were again appointed to lead us through another successful school term. And then, it seems but over night, we became juniors. It was difficult to assume the intelligence and ability which always marks a junior. During this year our class was particularly outstanding, because of the fact that we had representatives in every activity and organization. Under the supervision of Miss Jamison and Miss Oliver, we were able to do very remarkable things. Seniors at last! Queer that we want to come back next year, isn’t it? It is hard to believe that we must break our ties with our dear school—but wait! Must we do that? Need we break all bonds because we are graduated? No, of course not. Let’s always be high school students in memory. We’ll never forget school, faculty, or classmates, and we hope they will cherish the memory of us, the graduating class of ’31, with equal fervor. = 1931 = Page Twenty-Four

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I walked down the street towards the Hawkins Hotel about which I had heard so much. I saw on the street corner two men who were sitting on boxes. Each of them had a sign hanging around his neck which read, “Please help the blind.” I became soft hearted, and put a quarter in the tin cup. The men were playing a Jews Harp and a fiddle. As I came closer to them I recognized them, and did not hesitate a moment longer to withdraw my money from the cup. “Tom Collins and Van Tracy,” I exclaimed, “What in the world are you doing?” They both looked at me very shame-facedly and said that they were getting money for campaigning. It was then that I found that Ernie Brod and Donald Blount were both running for the pcsiticn of Senator of Nebraska. Tom and Van were taking this means cf acquiring seme money with which to campaign. Tom told me that he and Van had been gangsters for five years, and after they had put A1 Capone, Jr., out of business they had decided to do something more peaceful. Tom had married Inez Curtis, and Van was engaged to marry Ada Darling. I found that Inez Dovel was teaching in the Commercial Department of the Auburn High School, and that Mildred Chapman was still a capable office girl. Catherine Gillan had married Lyle Bohl, and they were running the City Swimming Pool. They have a little heme right down in the park. They are still charging thirty-five cents to swim, the same as they used to do when I was a high school student. At last I went to my room at the hotel. I saw my old friend Vivian, sitting at the desk. After we had talked for a while she pressed a button, and the chambermaid, Ada Mastin came to take me to my room. On our way I found that the elevator girl was Minnie Rogge. The next morning at breakfast I was surprised to find that the hostess was Le Ree Clarke. There was a lovely program for the visitors during breakfast, and Frances Cepes was the mistress of ceremonies. Mary Meyers was the featured singer. I was astonished because I had never heard of her singing while we were in school together. I decider, to take a stroll in the forenoon, so I walked down the street to where Perry’s Clothing Store used to be. It had been changed to a Ladies’ Ready-to-Wear. The proprietress was Hertha Oestmann. The models were my old friends Elsie Applegate and Donna Bourlier. I boarded a street car and took my way out to some of the suburbs which had sprung up with amazing swiftness since I had lived in Auburn. As I walked along the sidewalk, I saw a sign on the window of one of the houses, “Doctor Rozean.” I went in and found my pal, Jean, in a long operating gown. She had become very business-like, and her surroundings looked like she was quite prosperous. She told me she got the idea to be a doctor when she was living with her sister. She had to take care of all her wounds when they would htive fights. Dr. Rozean’s assistant was Imo Grant. She had changed a good deal. She was very fat and had bleached her hair. When I shook hands with her, I nearly screamed, because she squeezed my hand so tight. The head nurse in this institution was Elthel Conn. Doctor Rozean told me that she was a very efficient nurse and she had been working for her for ten years. I walked on down the street, into the residental district, and I noticed two little girls fighting over a doll. I feared that they would hurt each other so I tried to console them and make them more calm. They immediately began fighting me and kicking me and pulling my hair. I started to yell for help, and two wemen came running frem the houses. They began chastising me for hurting their little girls. Before they went much further, I recognized one of the mothers as Dorothy Dressier. The other one was Phyllis Long. Well, that is the reason the children were of such a fighting temperament—Just like their mothers were when they were in school. Rose Grochong was acting in the capacity of nurse maid for these warring youngsters. When I returned to town I saw Dorothy Stevenson and Bertha Letellier. They told me that they were playing in a movie house in town. That this was the night of the premier showing of their second big picture production. Then I saw my dear old friend Willis Zacharias. He took me to dinner and told me that he was married to Mary McAlexander. I congratulated him, and reminded him of all the good times all of us kids used to have. After renewing acquaintances, I went back to Nebraska City to resume my duty as a Biology Instructor. —MAXINE MALONY. = 1931 = Page Twenty-Six