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

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CLASS HISTORY (Continued) or a picnic. We, as clowns, hula girls, fortune tellers, and all the circus people, served at the Junior-Senior Banquet. Miss Beal and Mr. Journey were the sponsors, with the following officers directing activities: President, Ona Mae Talbot; Vice-President, Wayne Brewer; Secretary, Peggy Tennant; Treasurer, Bill Doty; Sergeant-at-Arms, Phillip Spanel. At last, we were upperclassmen. We were Juniors! A fantastic murder mystery was witnessed in the auditorium in the Junior Play, The Spider.” With Mrs. Miller’s help we sold hot dogs and coffee at the football games. All this effort enabled us to invite the Seniors to the Platter Club” for a banquet and prom. The B Club mem- bers extended invitations and traveled to New Helena in the bus for a picnic. As a result of water fights, some returned home swathed in blankets. The juniors helped the Class of '45 in their graduation. Our helpful sponsors this year were C. W. Rounds and Mrs. Miller. The officers were: President, Jackie Adams; Vice-President, Gerald Stinehagen; Secretary, Phillip Spanel; Treasurer, Frances Smith: Sergeant-at-Arms, Oma Hawk. All through its school years the Class of ’46 has been well represented in athletics, music, and dramatics. Now as seniors, we are making plans for the future, but not one of the 66 in the graduating class will forget the memories of good old B. B. H. S. ★ ★ ★ CLASS WILL We, the seniors, being in sound state both mentally and physically and having given deep thought to our treasured rights which we now bequeath to our fellow sufferers, the underclassmen, do here now stamp our foot and sign our hand to this the last will and testament of the sober and steady seniors of ’46: I, Curtis Anderson, leave my “gift of gab” and my smooth line to Dick Cox. I, Vivian Barrett, leave my quiet ways to Gwen Chase—My! Things are going to be different at the Chase’s. I, Ramona Beavers, leave you all” to take up my cottage by the sea, my cats, the ability to write poetry. I, Jack Bence, leave my dimples to help win female worshippers to James Mayo. We, Lura Lee Best, Chard Holcomb, and Chard Kennedy leave our influence with the coke man and our winning smiles at the check stand to next year’s Indian staff. I, Curly Woofers, leave my red-inked” curls to Floyd Ahl. I, Lloyd Dye, leave my car to Howard so that he can carry on the family tradition. I, Carol Higgins, leave my sweet and winning ways to Jo Moran. I, Bill Doty, hate to leave so I’m taking a post-grad course. We, Dolores Gunther, Oma Hawk, Clara Belle Hodgin, Ruby Mattox, Betty Myers, and Verla Morgan, leave our receipts from the jewelry store to any girl who would like to have what we have—whee! Only requirement—she’ll have to furnish her own man! I, Charlie Longfellow, leave my ability to drive a car to anyone who wants to risk it. I, Georgia Edwards, keep my little black book for future reference, but if you come around I might be able to arrange it. We. Glen Linder and Jack Adams, leave our Marys” to a year of “old maidhood”— we hope! I, Willa Huffaker, leave my artistic ability to Marg Hicks, so that she may continue my work of defacing the American Observer. 20 The 1946 Warrior

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OF 19 4 6 LURA LEE BEST—College Prep. Band 1 -2-3-4; Choir 1-3: Dramatics 2-3-4; Jr. Play 3: All School Play 2; Sweethearts Opera 1; Indian Staff 2-4; Annual Staff 4; All State Clinic 4; Indian Editor 4; All State 4: National Honor Society 3-4: Orchestra 1-2; Music Letter 1-3: Dramatics Letter 2. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. JACK BENCE—General Football 3-4: Track 3: Jr. Play 3: B Club 4: Intramurals 3-4; Boxing Middle-Weight Champion 3. Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow. RAMONA BEAVERS—College Prep. Annual Staff 3-4; Indian Staff 3-4; Jr. Play 3; Choir 1. Silence does not mean lack of wisdom. VIVIAN BARRETT—Commercial G.A.A. 1 : Commercial Club 4. Grin and Barrett. CURTIS ANDERSON—College Prep. Choir 2-4; F.F.A. 1-2-3-4; Jr. Play 3. ”1 tell you. we need more men like me. JACK ADAMS—Commercial Commercial Club 4: Choir 1-2-3-4: Intramurals 2-3-4; Octet 3 4: Quartet 3; Jr. Class Play 3; Sweethearts Opera 1. A little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men. ★ ★ ★ CLASS HISTORY The Class of ’46 entered the seventh grade with all the traditional initiation. This was the year when several girls took shop, the boys won first place in track, consolation in basketball, and the Junior High Pep Club gave a banquet for the Junior High athletes. A picnic was held in the spring at Switzer’s grove. The next year found the Class of ’46 still pushing along on the path to higher learning. A class party was held in the old gym and many participated in the Christmas Play. The 1 46 Ward or Most of the students from the country joined the class in ’43 making a total of ninety. It was also in this year when we struggled through, ah, yes! General Science. Callaway Grove reverberated with the yells and cries of these little “freshies” when they had a picnic there. 1 he year of ’44 saw such activities of the class of ’46. now sophomores, as the All School Play and some dissecting in Biology. We must have been “bad little kids’’ that year because we didn't get to have a party 19

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CLASS WILL (Continued) I, Ona Talbot, leave my “method of managing the men to Shirley Souders. I, Lloyd McKnight, leave my long legs collectively, to next year’s senior class, because if the other three classes live up to last year's freshmen, sophomores, and juniors, the seniors will need them to stay alive and out of the way. I, Bruce VanDyke. leave my nimble fingers to anyone who is having trouble with his typing. I, Max Mattox, leave my love of the farm and all that goes with it to the Ag. boys to inspire them after I’m gone. I, Clair Williams, leave my glasses to Zip Zellers so that he can see his way through chemistry next year. Let’s hope he has better luck in keeping them whole than I did. I, Wayne Williams, leave my unerring accuracy with spitballs to Jack Crouch. I, Fran Smith, leave my private life to Shirley Smith—just keeping it among us Smith’s. I, Daisy Nunn, leave my quiet voice to Doyle Davis in the hope the teacher may be heard from. I, Anna Seeger, leave my one and only toupee to Bernadine Rose. I, Janice Rourke. leave my fair complexion, the skin you love to touch, to Howard Spenser. I, O'rva Jean Penn, leave my literary ability to next year’s 5th period literature class so Mrs. Schwenglc won’t have to work so hard. I, Lloyd Morgan, leave my superior strength and ruggedness to Superman—now he can be the strongest man in the world. I, Andrew Sherbeck, leave my talent to tell dry jokes to Mr. Kasper even though he doesn’t need it. I, Lois Haverland, leave my mentality to pass any subject to anyone who is having trouble in doing so. I, Margaret Hill, leave my cool patience in typing to Norma Jean Myers. I, Tom Moore, just to be different, leave my car to the National Museum of Antique Relics. I, Bob Kriz, leave my natural blonde hair to someone who uses peroxide; it's a much better method of getting what you want. I, Mary Lou, leave my surname, “Mason”, just as soon as I can. I, Leland Teahon, leave my beautiful black tresses to Mr. Huntzinger under the condition that I may have it back anytime my head gets cold. I, Bill West, leave my ability for short naps to Lyla Von Books-—may she never use her ability. I, Gordon Wattles, leave my job at Fariss's to any girl who wants to drool at all the handsome men who work there. I, Lloyd Finley, leave my mechanical ability to Patricia Mohatt. I. Joanne Brazier, leave the hope that my pupils will not mispronounce my name. I, Lowell Kulhanek, leave my stature to Joan Wurzbacker. I, Eugene Dubry, leave my “Gene Kellylike” dancing to Frankie Sinatra so that he may be a whiz all the way around. I, Don Eacker, leave my bright red hair to the janitors, hoping it will help kindle a fire on those cold Monday mornings. I, Gerald Eberle, leave my horsie to Mary Carothers. I, Don Ellingson, leave my poetic ability to Bob McCarty. We. Gretchen McGrew, Jo Knoell and Mary McCaslin, leave our knowledge of teaching to next year’s Normal trainers. I, Bonny Ferguson, leave my love (?) for studying to some individual who is never bothered by carrying books home. I, Jim Gracey, leave my pet hog to the Williams’ Hog Market—providing they pay me for it. I, Genevieve Gray, leave my interest in Ansley to no one—I want it myself. The 1946 Warrior 21