Broken Bow High School - Warrior Yearbook (Broken Bow, NE)

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1 1 1 1 ] .1 1 1 1 ' ' y The Wild West at its worst. Bloodhound Lefler hot on the trail. Albert Larsen, in his spare time looking for a couple of cute damsels. Beginning Latin students preparing for Open House. Biology students get an eyeful. Another one of those chemistry smells in the brewing, or sabotage of 204. Conclusive proof that Junior boys are bashful. The Ramblin' Wreck. We want to be alone. Teachers in the making, or tomorrow's slavedrivers. Irene looking glamorous.

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GRACE STEWART Normal Training Opportunities to do good are cur greatest talents. Orchestra 1 -2 3-4 AUBREY STOLLER College Prep 'Nobody can give you wiser advice than yourseli.” Boys' Glee 1 -2-3-4; Choir 2-3-4; Band 3-4; Dramatics 2-3-4, President 4 DOROTHY STONE Normal Training “Good order is the foundation of all gcod things.” Arnold 1-2; Pep Club 4 MURIEL STONE Home Economics Beauty abides here. Choir 1-2-3-4; Girls' Glee 1-2-3-4; Dramatics 1-4; Pep Club 2 Seniors MARY ALICE TYSON Normal Training The smile in Cledis's life. Girls' Glee 1-2; Chcir 1-2; Dramatics 3-4, Treasurer 4; Pep Club 3-4 President 4 PAUL VAN DYKE Agriculture But why study? F. F. A 1-2-3-4; Boys' Glee 1-2-3-4; Choir 1-2-4 MARY WALKER Commercial My greatest aim in life is not knowledge, but action. Girls' Glee 1; G. A. A 1-2; Commercial Club 4 BERNEICE WILLIAMS College Prep Here, there, and everywhere. Girls' Glee 1-2; Choir 2; Pep Club 3 VELMA WOOTERS Commercial Inspiration for Dark Eyes'. Girls' Glee 1; G. A A 1-2; Commercial Club 4 (Not Pictured) LLOYD WELLS Normal Training I would, but I'm so bashful. Merna 1-2-3 and first semester of 4, Broken Bow second semester of 4

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Class Will We, the illustrious warriors and beautilul maidens of the Senior Class of nineteen hundred and forty-two in the year of the Great Spirit, being of sound mind and memory and superb physical condition, do will and bequeath to the Juniors our seats in the auditorium that they may follow in our footsteps. As to all the lovable traits, worldly estates and property, real, personal, or mixed, which we possessed, we give, devise, bequeath and dispose of the same in the manner and form following, to the braves and squews who shall remain in the Wigwam of B. B. H. S. I, BOB FISKE, give Mr. Schroeder my domineering personality. We, MARIAN G1BBENS and DARLEEN MUNNELL, leave our private lives to Mary Tobkin. I, EARL GREENE, leave Red Higgins my smooth technique with the patrolmen. We, HAROLD HYSLOP and CLARENCE PORTER, leave our winsome ways to Keatinge Keays. We, PAULINE and HOPE McCASLIN, leave our ability to get along with tecchers to Claris Fox. I, JUNE ARMSTRONG, leave my soft drawl to Coach Eddie. I, CLIFFORD BIGGERSTAFF, refuse to will my share of a certain Junior—(selfish!) I, REX BOURLAND, give my cave man attitude to Joe Tobkin. I, DALE CAMPBELL, leave my quiet ways to Lawrence Lefler. I, AZELIA COOKSLEY, leave my cowboy boots to Patricia Line. We, LELA MAE COX and ELAINE MOORE, will our shy laughter to Mr. Taylor. I, CHARLES DRAKE, will my Lost Found athletic equipment to next year's football team. I, GAIL DUNNING, leave my famous wit and humor to Betty Rossow. I, HARRIET ENGELSGJERD, give my share of Franklin Humes to anyone who makes the grade. I, BOB EVANS, leave my wooing technique to Rodney Reed. We, IRA FARRITOR and PAUL SPRY, leave our share of Junior High to all remaining unfortunates. I, GLORIA NELSEN, leave my typing technique to Pete Wachter. We, LYNN PALMER and WALTER NETH, leave our love of the farm to Peggy Tennant, providing she hooks Ike. 1, LETHA ANDERSON, will my stature to Earold Holcomb. I, RACHEAL ROBERTSON, leave all the old covers of my notebooks to the faculty for making a family album. I, GAIL FISHER, will my Chattanooga Choo Choo to the Smithsonian Institute. May it rest in peace. I, BETTY JANE BIRD, leave all the hair I have grown so carefully to Dorothy Ballard because she needs it so-o-o-o badly. I, KATHLEEN SMITH, leave with everyone the hope that I will grow one of these days. I, DOROTHY STONE, leave my brother's car to anyone brave enough to drive it. 1, MURIEL STONE, leave all my old love letters to next year's Indian Staff. 1, GIFFORD INGRAHAM, leave all old gum wrappers to Mr. Cramer to provide a nest for his rats. I, CHUB COLE, will my Chem. Lab. apron to next year's Chem. students. There's enough to go around. I, ROGER PIPER, leave my red hair to Dean Van Wormer. (Woo, Woo!) I, GEORGE EACKER, leave my golden locks to Irene Freeman. I, MILDRED CALL, leave my hair-combing technique to Carl Porter. I, GLENWOOD HANNA, leave my bright socks to Jo Carol Ayres. I, GEORGE GRACEY, will my auto to the mechanic who has been shadowing me. I, ALLAN GARDNER, leave my Gable physique to Mr. Johnson. I, RALPH GRAY, will all old tardy excuses to the National Government to put an end to the paper shortage.