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

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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

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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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CLASS WILL (Continued) I, Bid Stinehagen, leave the school since my public is awaiting me. I. Don Lefler. leave my technique with the patrolman to Ray McMurtry. I. Vivian Leymaster. leave my giggles to Mildred Adams. I, Dick Schultz, leave my knowledge of the art of catching passes, running, kicking or in other words, playing football, to Chuff Stinehagen. I, Dona Thornton, leave my quiet and efficient ways as a secretary to any girl who wants the gruesome job of sitting on a man's knee. I. Barbara McRae, wish I could talk Uncle Sam out of my share of the Navy. I, Phil Spanel, leave all of my old gum wrappers to the chemistry lab. to make the students who have to pay the consequences feel better. I, LaOra Phillips, leave my tidy locker to anyone who is having trouble in finding his books. I, Lois Nelson, leave my place in the choir to Lily Pons. I, Bob Marth, leave my place a great senior in the great high school of the great town of Broken Bow to any one who desires to become a great Senator. We, the Senior Class, bequeath to the entire school, the calm poise, and quiet dignity which has set us apart from all other graduating classes—Amen! The above, upon full realization of the enormous seriousness of the contract, do agree that those persons, who, in any way fail to use their gift to its fullest extent will be scalped by the supreme hand of our Indian leader, Chief What-cha-ma-doodle. The Callous Footed Seniors of ’46. ★ ★ ★ CLASS PROPHECY MAY 15, 1966 The 20th annual reunion of the class of 1946 was held today, and I, Phillip Spanel, do hereby set down an accurate account of same as secretary of the class. The first to arrive was Senator Charles Longfellow, who for once had nothing to say, due to loss of voice in a long filibuster held against Senator Ramona Beavers, Nebraska's congresswoman. Also on the train from Washington were Glen Linder, the best dressed man in America, and Genevieve Gray, famous concert pianist. Some of Broken Bow's own prominent citizens, former members of the class of '46 began to arrive. Among them was Mrs. Ebenezer Rosenblum (nee Chard Kennedy) with her four daughters, musical prodigies on piano, violin, bass viol, and bass drum, and eleven sons, B.B.’s future football team. The millionaire hog marketer, Clair Wil- liams, furnished pork for the banquet, expertly barbecued by butcher, Bill Doty. Those enterprising young farmers, Jim Gra-cey, Curtis Andersen, Gerald Eberle, Lowell Kulhanek, and Leland Teahon, brought loads of good things to eat. The absent-minded professor. Dean Lois, of the Haverland Institute for budding genii, with some of her teaching staff, Eugene Dubry, Gretchen McGrew, Jo Anne Brasier, Daisy Nunn, and Mary Jo McCaslin, brought the car to the banquet and parked themselves on the parking lot. They would have remained there ii na Hawk Stewart hadn’t come along with two redheaded little boys, who looked like good material for the Institute’s Quiz Kid Show. The 44, arriving from Hollywood, brought gossip columnist, Charlene Holcomb, full of news about the new star, Carola Hig- 22 The 1946 Warrior