Aurora Central High School - Borealis Yearbook (Aurora, CO)

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Class Will Marie Baker, leave my chewing gum to Charline Brown. Bob Bakes, leave my hot rods to Mr. Moorhead. Bonnie Bauer, leave all my activities to Hershal Hein. lunior Bennett, do hereby leave my Who me? to Evelyn Smith. Marilyn Bell, leave my head of curly hair to Mr. Kahler. Jack Bruner, leave my way with the girls to Jimmy Harris. Buddy Davis, leave my football suit to Florenell Kruse. Rita Burns. leave my red hair to Delbert Strictland. Merrill Finley. leave my love to English to Harold Dunn. Pauline Carlock. leave my quiet ways to Jack Stewart. Chuck Grimes, leave all my tardy slips to the Junior Class paper drive. . Don ha Dowler. »eave my ability to drive to Bob Beach. . Eddie Grismore. leave my love of basketball to Chuck Fowle. Beverly Harden, leave my job at Colo. Woman’s College to Larry Fancher. . Bob Habel. leave my spark plugs to Miss Barnard. . Betty Jeanne H bzrt. leave all of mv brown hair to Mr. Borowicz. . Keith Hancock leave all of my bookkeeping ability to Miss Sundquist. . Carol Holzer. do hereby bequeath all of my rowdiness to Tommy Green. . Stanley Heffley. leave my little brother, nuff said! . Martha Horton, leave my library assistant’s job to Billy Wilson. . Roy Hess, leave my guitar to Billy Jean Walters. Jackee Jacques, leave my job as head Majorette to Dickie Green. . Tommie Hewitt, leave my long legs to Donald Craig. . Ann Kylen. gladly leave my overdue books to Mrs. Sandoval. . Carl Hoppman. leave my tall bashful ways to Dean Cody. . Martha McDermott, leave my skating ability to Bill Beauvais. Leonard Kammerzel. leave my tumbling ability to Annette Patton. I. Alice Ann McCarthy, do bequeath my quick temper to George Deavers. I. Dale Kirk leave my broad shoulders to Pat Cross. I. Joyce McFarland, leave all of my blond fluffy hair to Lupe Rodriquez. I. Tom Lincoln, leave my pipe to Janet Harrison. I. Phyllis McKee, leave my dimples to Bill Garner. I. John Mars, leave my Chevie to Jerry Green. I. Betts Mozier. leave to plan a new party. 1. Russell Mosbarger. leave my height to Dolores Sullivan. I. Roma Nasser, leave my typing class to Stewart Parmalee. I. Ted Sedillo. leave my quiet, unassuming ways to Sidney Voss. I. James Sloan, leave chemistry to anybody that will take it. I. Becky Sabin, leave my locker to Fibber McGee. I. John Stahl, leave Joyce Chambers, nuff said! I. Mildred Sawyer, am glad to leave my wonderful sense of humor to Miss Dewitt. I. Richard Stoner, leave my muscles to Robert Reither. I. Elaine Sterling, leave my straight A’s to Herbert Hopkins. I. Wayne Thorn, leave my favorite class, studyhall. to Carlyl Wolf. I. Betty Ann Stevens, leave my place as head cheerleader to Bill Chase. I. Jack Thomas, leave my love of poetry to anyone who takes English IV next year. I. Mae Swan, leave my secretarial job at the grade school to Bill Ott. I. Wilbur Thomas, leave my track ability to Donna McKee. I. Bernice Williams, leave my love of eating between classes to Margie Carlock. I. Henry Whitman, leave my eagerness to take six solids my senior year to Lewis Patterson. This will filed and recorded. May. 1949 by James Sloan and Wayne Thorn seventeen

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Class History TVTORE than a decade ago, in fact twelve long. 1 1 lovely years ago—the class you know as the Class of ’49 of Aurora High School started on their trek across the vast plains of education. To those who should come after them and to their friends and relatives, they have this diary: “Some days have been long and heartbreaking. while others have been filled with joy and laughter. Many incidents will furnish long and pleasant memories and the sad incidents will be forgotten by all. As the early 49'ers started in covered wagons so have we. Our wagon is the schoolroom with the teacher as the driver. On September 1937. eighteen little beginners sat in the wagon: their faces were beaming and all were excited about Aurora Grade School. The members first to climb into the 49'ers wagon in Aurora were Junior Bennett. Jack Bruner. Buddy Davis. Eddie Grismore. Keith Hancock. Betty Jeanne Hebert. Carol Holzer, Leonard Kammerzel. Tommy Lincoln. John Mars. Mary Cecil Reese. Ted Sedillo, John Stahl. Betty A. Stevens. Elaine Sterling. Mae Swan. Jack Thomas. Wayne Thorn. “These little lads and lassies rode lively along the trail blazed by teachers and parents toward the goal set for ’49. Now came the next year, September, 1938. All our number climbed aboard again this year. In their third year of the journey, new members who piled into the wagon were Joyce McFarland and Phyllis McKee. On we toiled day by day. Now came September, 1940: we spent that term with no change in enrollment. “Then a bright September morning in 1941 all were overjoyed to welcome a goodlooking chap to their fifth grade. Who was it? Why, Roy Hess had decided that he wanted on the Aurora Wagon of 49'ers. “Oh. the year 1942 showed quite a rush of joiners in this journey toward the great goal, a diploma in '49. This year Rita Burns. Stanley Heffley. Martha Horton. Jackee Jacques. Martha McDermott, and Richard Stoner entered our steadily increasing number. “Time flew by to September. 1943, with all members working hard, and the next fall of 1944 found them in the eighth lap of their long journey. This year, 1944, brought more energetic members to increase the number in our wagon: Bonnie Bauer. Pauline Carlock. Robert Habel. James Sloan. Of course, as is necessary on so long a journey, our drivers had changed at different points along the line, but each one left with us memories of her interesting instruction given us as we journeyed on the roads so that we would be sure to get safely through to the big day in 1949. Well. September. 1945. was a little different for we had reached the High School now. We were growing up and getting smarter and older each year. This year was the Freshman mile in our journey. When we climbed into the wagon we noticed several new faces smiling at us. namely those of: Marie Baker. Tommy Hewitt. Dale Kirk. Ruth Kirkegard, Alice A. McCarthy. Russell Mosbarger. Roma Nasser. Becky Sabin. Wilbur Thomas. Henry Whitman. “Every one was glad to get over the green 'Freshie hill’, so with great hopes and aspirations when school opened in 1946. our wagon picked up the gay sophomores. As in most other years new pioneers joined. This year our number was reinforced by Bob Bakes. Dortha Dowler. Merrill Finley, Beverly Harden, and Ann Kylen. “Now came the Junior mile of the journey. 1947. It started with wiser and happier days ensuing. More ambitious travelers joined our ranks hoping to get to our long-sought goal in 1949. September. 1947. found Marilyn Bell. Betts Mosier, Mildred Sawyer, climbing aboard. Richard Stoner, having left in the 8th now rejoined us in the 11th. Working, hustling, giggling, and worrying brought us all to the last lap of this long journey mapped out so many years ago for us by parents, teachers, and school board members. “Last September, 1948. we became the dignified Seniors, only nine months journey away from our goal. We had new enrollers who wished to ride on to this triumphant finish with us and share our gold (a diploma). “Those who joined us this year are Chuck Grimes. Carl Hoppman. Betty Jeanne Hebert, who left our wagon in 1944, and Martha MeDermott, who left in 1947 now returned to join us in this last year. “When our worn and battered wagon pulled up and we staked our claim on this '49 diploma from Aurora High School, our roll call showed fifty-three loyal pioneers who know what it takes to win in the 'Rush of the 49'ers'.” (THE END) sixteen

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Prophecy Listen, my children, and you shall hear A story of the graduates of ‘49 year: Some of them famous, the others outshine; But a grand lot of people make up the class Forty-nine. Our story is simple—their names you all know; Let's cut out the chatter, get ready to go! We re off in our super-jet to a well-known town Whose mayor's Jack Bruner, so to earth we ll come down. He’s very efficient, and we’d stake with our life He’s aided a lot by Roma Nasser, his wife. They offer to show us around the whole vicinity In a cab which is driven by our friend. Merrill Finley. They point out the office of the town’s finest lawyer. Whose name sounds familiar: why. of course. Millie Sawyer! There’s a boy selling papers: let’s look at the news. Heavenly days! It’s Jim Sloan filling the editor's shoes! And the “lonely hearts” column that is written so well? Why. look, here it’s signed by Marilyn Bell. However, she’s married, and the man that she chose Is Dr. Carl Hoppmann whose name we’ll disclose. If you are tempted the stock market to play Sec Betty Ann Stevens, the broker, today. A swanky hotel! Let’s stop here to view it: My goodness, it’s owned by Mr. Tom Hewitt! And don’t ever think the place gets in a mess With an A-l Janitor: you know him—Roy Hess. And he married they say. the girl of his choice? Mrs. Hess, alias McFarland, whom we know as Joyce. Turn on the car radio: hear Bob Habcl. Star announcer. Plug for his pet program. “Jackee Jacques, the Girl Bouncer”. Take a look at that mansion! Elaine Sterling lives there. Who is now Mrs. Hancock and Keith's fortune does share: Keith, so we hear, is a financier wealthy. Look! Policewoman Sabin, who makes crime most unhealthy. See that ritzy night club! Hank Whitman’s the owner. And he's hired as manager our own Richard Stoner. Ask Dick what he knows of Wayne Thorn, our old friend: What, he's married Mae Swan! Congrats we’ll extend. They’ve seven fine children? He’s a Fuller Brush Man? Well, what do you know—tie that if you can! Will you look over there at that traffic cop— Why it’s Junior Bennett! A red light driver, stop! We believe in obeying all traffic decrees: Besides, there is Bennett: what if he sees? See that big restaurant—there straight ahead: “Sedillo's Beanery”! Could that be our Ted? Let's go in at the door and take a few turns: Look there at that table—as I live! Rita Burns! She’s chief attraction in Jack Thomas's show: Now let’s don't forget: tomorrow night we ll all go. For on the bill. too. is that fine skating team Of McDermott and Heffley: that re really supreme' Take a look at this menu— Chicken a la Marie It’s cooked up by Miss Baker: she’s head chcf-aree. Let's drop by the hotel for a short restful hour; A telephone message? The name, B°nnie Bauer? She says that her husband. Dr. John Stahl. Has been trying to reach us but was sent out on a call. Many interesting facts she also relates About our old friends and former classmates. Anne Kylen at D. U. is a chemistry teacher. And Johnny Mars lately ordained as a preacher. Let us not miss any of the facts, keep our minds quit alert. What is that she is saying about Betty Hebert? She’s been recently married to L. Kammerzell. Who as head manager is doing quite well? He works. Bonnie says, for our classmate. Chuck Grimes. Whose business flourishes in both good and slack times: Belts Mosier’s his secretary in Chuck’s swanky store: Mary Reese, store detective, picks up shop lifters galore. We re told Martha Horton heads the Bob Bakes Fan Club”: His latest picture. “Ten Nights in the Bathtub”. The director who worked out the picture’s perfection Is Russel Mosbarger: we applaud the selection! In this very same film there’s a handsome lifeguard Whom you’ll know for Dale Kirk without looking too hard. Pauline Carlock. we learn is Russ Mosbarger’s wife: They live very peacefully without struggle or strife. Russ doesn't object to his sweet wife’s career. For she and Dorthy Dowler model styles of next year”. If you visit the school of Fine Arts, so they say. You'll find many of Berneice Williams’ very fine work on display: One who view often this exhibition Is her husband. Tom Lincoln, the young politician. In the United States Army we find Captain Grismore With his wife. Alice Anne, whom he still does adore. And last but not least. Wilbur Thomas is now a ’’pro” in football And of Class ‘49 we think that is all. Our story, good people, we hope hasn’t bored you Though some revelations, it is true, may have floored you: But one fact please accept, which does all others outshine: They don’t come any better than the Class 'Forty-nine! eighteen