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

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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

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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 PROPHECY (Continued) ginsa, who was on a public appearance tour. Bill West, owner of the Swank Cafe, West’s Best Hamburger Haven, was also on the train with his old friends. Captain Don Eacker, U. S. Army, and wife, Mary Lou. Bob Kriz, a pilot on the dangerous B. B.-Ansley route, flew to the reunion with Mrs. Plambeck (Ruby Mattox), as a passenger. The stewardess on the plane was Orva Jean Penn. Jack Adams was snapping photos of all the celebrities. Outstanding pictures were taken of poet, Don Ellingston, Tom Moore (1st clarinet with Boston Symphony), Verla and Bob Cole, Bruce Van Dyke, Ambassador to Holland, and Curley Wooters, All-American Football Coach. District Attorney, Gordon Wattles, and private secretary, Peggy Hill, came not to guard the ladies’ jewels, but to relax and enjoy themselves. Ann Seeger liked her Dramatics Club initiation as a cow girl so much that she bought a dude ranch and hired Wayne Williams as her head foreman. Mesdames Reynold s (Betty Myers, and Clara Belle Hodgin), came all the way from Milburn to be with old friends, as did Lois Nelson and Bonnie Ferguson who’ve been teaching at Buckeye—pop. 4000. A great cheer went up when Don Lefler arrived. Don was lost at sea fifteen years ago and was just found last month. Hovering over the crowd was one of the Aero-trailer-planes flown by the handsome test-pilot, Jack Bence. D. A. Wattles had to disrupt his peace and quiet after all because Loyd Morgan, the Fuller-brush man, and Max Mattox, owner of Mattox Moving Co., kept jamming the coke machine with slugs. The D. A. turned them over to the Sheriff, Lloyd Dye, who promptly gave them each a nickel when they promised to be good boys. Jo Knoell, President of«f?c Sheer as Delight Hosiery Company, sent her sheerest delights to be modeled by Barbara McRae and LaOra Phillips. Most interested were scientists, Dick Shultz and Bob Marth, who’ve been shut up in a laboratory for years studying the home life of the silk worm. But on the Q. T. we doubt if it was the silk worm products which attracted their attention. When most of the guests had arrived the program began with a blare of trumpets. Into the spotlight stepped Bid Stinehagen to sing his theme song. Don’t Fence Me In.” How that man can make ’em swoon, and he doesn't even need a toupee yet!! Willa Huffaker, beauty editor of Face” magazine, demonstrated her new face cream, Willa's Wrinkle Remover. The class was exceptionally lucky to secure the famous dance team, Francescay Ceewardo, to perform. You’ll remember them as Fran Smith and Mr. Rounds. A trophy was presented to weather man. Lloyd McKnight. for predicting such a fine day. As a finale to the program Janice Rourke danced her way straight into our hearts to the tune of “1966 Serenade.” As the twilight fell and the friends of the class of '46 departed, a clanking, roaring sound was heard. At last—the bus!! Driver Andrew Sherbeck said he had a little trouble on the way: 3 blowouts, running out of gas. and a 40-mile detour. His passengers tumbled wearily out and when they found the food all gone they hurried down to the Arrow Coffee Shop where Delores Gunther and Vivian Barrett served many tasty dishes. Of course, there were members of our class on the bus. First off were Georgia Edwards and Ona Talbot, outstanding career women who claim to belong to a man-haters’ club. Then came Vivian Leymaster Larson, headmistress of the girls’ school, Mauve on the Manor, and Lura Lee Best, who is a Spanish interpreter for the UNO. Last but not least there was Dona Thornton, secretary to Lloyd Finley, the motor magnate, who builds Bumpington Buses. After most of the crowd had gone home a few lingered on the steps of B. B. H. S. and discussed the reunion. They decided it was almost as much work as they had 20 years ago, in publishing an annual, but certainly worth it for all the fun and enjoyment derived. Signed Phillip Spanel. Secretary of Class of 1946. The 1946 Warrior 23