Falls City High School - Orange and Black Yearbook (Falls City, NE)

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Harper Marsh wills his ability as a carpenter to any of the big saw and hammer men of the trades class. June Maust leaves her ability to flirt with “Stue” X'eitzel. Josephine Merritt wills her report card to the Smithsonian Institute. Mary Miller wills her silence to seme of the big phonograph men of the Sophomore class. Kent Morgan wills his handsomeness to some Freshman whose ambition it is to appear on the silver sheet. Blaine Morris leaves his cave-man tactics to Gale Linsley. Helen Neary wills her many smiles to Dwight Lang. Eugene Peck wills his love for French class to Gilbert Fallen Willard Peck and Martha Whitford bequeath their loving cup to Brother Maust and Jo Majerus. Ruth Pribbeno wills her extra pencils to the needy Freshman fund. Raymond Rawley wills his ability to get to school one minute before the bell rings to Robert Schock. Irene Redwood wills her “Ninety Eights” to Philip Custer. Hulda Rieschick wills her kind manner to Hazeldeane Schultz. Ernest Sauer wills his knowledge of being a big Butter’n Bread man to Lewis McGranaghan. William Sauer wills his humor to Harley Jackson. Jane Schaible leaves a nickel to Has Shier. Harry Seeger wills his ability as a musician to Jack Hutchings. Elizabeth Shields will, on request give a privileged few the addresses of certain movie idols from whom she has received autographed photographs. Ruth Simanton wills her annual office to the next years Staff—Big Hearted. William Smith wills his red hair to Margaret McPherson. Elliot Spickler wills his many friends to Stuart Margrave. Vida Tabler wills her eraser to someone wishing to borrow one. Minnie Thompson wills her ability to manicure the ivorys to John Hermes. Lura Veach wills her medals lor winning high grades to Thelma Edwards. Glenn Vonderschmidt wills his Ford truck to anyone wishing a suitable roomy little town and country arrangement. Dorothy Weaver wills her way of attaining friends to Frances Wickiser. Lloyd Walbridge’s attraction for the fairer sex he wishes presented to Ralph Lewis. Gertrude Werner wills her conversation to any conversationalist. Lois Wileman wills her quiet way to anyone wishing to become a telephone operator. Frank Witt wills his ability at playing golf to Albert Maust. Florence Whitaker wills her sweet disposition to Marcella White. Helen Yoesel wills a 2 cent stamp to the needy freshman fund. Another liberal contribution. Raymond Yoesel wills his guarantee that the stamp is good. Fred Zorn leaves school for the “Gutter”. Well never mind about that we’ve got to finish this some time so whoa! as Paul Revere said at the end of his ride—’nd how. John P. Fat,tf.r

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Four years of hard knocks, experience, education and what not, come to an end. The finish of that tremendous struggle of supremacy, a coming up from the undeniably lowly Amoeba commonly called a freshman, with a grand crescendo, to that highest supremacy the Senior. And what have we to show for it—well never mind about that—now getting down to the point. “We”—if Lindy will be so kind as to led us this expression “We” the class of 1928 realizing “We” must soon step from our realms of senority, hereby do will and bequeath the following: First To the faculty our excess knowledge which is so ever present. Second—To the Juniors, our knowledge of being supreme. Third- To the underclassmen all unkempt lockers, broken pencils, marked up desks and other odds and ends of the same order. Fourth—To the lucky individuals (who by hours of concentration have been decided on) we bequeath the following. To start with We knew it! Inez Andrews wills her modest unassuming ways to Helen Koehler. Lester Apel wills his “Chevie” to Don Lang. Lloyd Bachman wills his friendly way to any who need it. Muriel Bacon wills her short hand ability to Mildred Merritt. Virginia Baker wills her new car to “Try and get it”. Mildred Beasley wills her compact to the Bell sisters. Vesta Brecht wills her stray knowledge to Harold Gurske. Della Mae Brenner wills her Virgil Book to any aspiring Junior. Lucille Carothers leaves her many friends to Genevieve Deitrick. Clyde Carson leaves the piano in the music room broken. Elsie Class leaves for Reserve nearly every night. John Cully leaves any left overs which we may have left out to Adelbert Frederick. Kathryn Davis leaves the “unvarnished truth” to Miss Wakelin. Reuben Ernest wills his averdupois to Henry Sauer. John Falter wills his “Overland” to anyone with 1.98. Nellie Farrington wills her natural locks to Lula Nemieir for Sunday wear. Ida Fetzner wills her kind manner to Helen Jones. Mary Greenwald wills her “Bobby” to anyone who can get him just try. Alice Guinn leaves her ability as a gold digger to treasurer of next years Senior Class. Bob Harris leaves his collegiate gait to Esther Kircher -don’t waste it, Esther. Arleen Heck wills her last name to Fred Heilman, sounds better. Jean Hiatt leaves school for Al. Carl Hilgenfield leaves school to join a circus. Irene Hughes leaves the gum under her desk to Ina Beutler. Donald Hysell wills a drum stick, a pair of glasses and a civics book just like new to the highest bidder. Helen Jackson wills her smile to Elizabeth Pyle. Jean Johnson wills her friends to Ruth Davisson. Donald Kloepful wills his Loyalty to Donald Ruegge. Helen Kreiger wills her walk to school to any one with a car. Lloyd Lilly wils his hobby of carrying milk to Art eaver. Eddrea Lowell leaves Harry Hillyard to Sue Falter, take care of him! Clara Lucas wills her many thoughts to Harry Hillyard. Esther Ludwig wills her hard studying to Margaret McCarty. Mary Majerus wills her school girl complexion to Jo Majerus. Keep it in the family for 10 cents Jo.

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P R () P H E C Y The clay was bright and balmy There was “picnic” in the air The Seniors all were going The question now was— where? A wise lad said “The River” Where it twists and winds and flows Where the hill tops stand as sentinels As to the sea it goes There are spots of light and beauty There are roads that twist and wind Let us have a day of frolic Kre our school days are behind Well we knew the region lying Near our famous Indian Caves Where the river stopped the onslaught Of the chieftain and his braves Many weird tales are echoed Of the days when bear and deer Lured the hunter to the river And the visions that appear Dancing in the dusk of evening Round a camp fire wreathed in smoke With his calumet the peace pipe Often wisely thus he spoke. Perhaps we might there discover Things we all would like to know. And the Seniors said together “To the River let us go.” One bright afternoon we met at three o’clock in front of the High School to start on our picnic to Indian Cave, which is, as you know, in the hillside on the edge of the Missouri River sixteen miles north east of Falls City. The Seniors and Faculty were all going, so were the well filled baskets the “Fats Committee” had worked so hard to fill. From the size and odor there was an abundance of fried chicken and an abundance of all the other good things it takes to make a picnic complete. We started in a procession of twenty cars each to keep in order of our starting. No trouble was experienced on the well traveled road. We arrived in about an hour and camped for a time in a delightful valley looking toward the river. A fresh cold spring was near and plenty of wood for our camp fire later on. In groups