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

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Who, and, in my opinion, What’ What is tops. You must have met a lot of people while you were doing your research work.” “Oh, I did. You’d be astounded at how many of our friends I ran into.” “I love to hear all about it.” “Well, I met David Wetmore, Jack Hixson, Merlyn Winsor, Barbara Wing, and Joyce Dean in Washington. David has a government job burning worn-out money — he goes around with a fiendish look in his eye, whistling ‘Temptation’; Jack has just been commissioned an admiral of Nebraska’s Navy — quite an honor for a high school graduate; Merlyn is considered the best woman lawyer in the country, probably because of her ability to out-talk any of the others; Barbara runs a resort for dogs with vacationing masters; Joyce, the Wave with a sailor in every port, was there on leave. I saw Etna ‘Play it cool’ Brannin and Beverly Clark in Paris. All Beverly would say concerning France and her resources was, ‘Oooh-la-la, zese Frenchmen!!’ while Etna pleaded ‘No comment.’ JoAnn Scheitel is in Scotland teaching hula dancing. Just think — kilts and the hula! I talked to Lord Kiekhaefer in London, too. It seems Roger caught the Queen’s favorite lady-in-waiting when she fell out of a balcony and thus earned his title. He ay» he just happened to be passing by— a likely story. I sailed back on the same boat as Richard Mc-Millen. Dick was just completing a successful tour and is still the world’s champion chess player. Several of our classmates were musically inclined. Lois Kirkendall’s latest tune, ‘A Barrel and a Peck,’ should be out any day. ‘Bachman’s Rag’ is the rage in Boston. Neal wrote it after taking a short course on Bach. He decided classical music needed modernizing. Paul Rieger owns a huge cactus ranch in Arizona where he raises all sizes and shapes. Nearby Cactus Center sponsors tourist trips through the ranch, all of which Betty Nitzsche has taken advantage. She operates a small store with two products featured — tweezers and merthiolate. Virginia Weinert owns a dude ranch in Texas. It’s like most dude ranches except for one thing — Virginia provides trained ostriches for riding. Once a year she holds a Wild Goose Chase and, mounted on an ostrich, leads the pack. Harvey Vollmer is a demonstration artist. He tests mattresses in department store windows. But wait, I’ve been doing all the talking. What’s everyone doing here at home?” “Well, Barb, let’s i»ee. The former Sheila Yoder won the title of Mrs. House-wife 1974. She gets a trip to Bermuda and a year’s supply of Sudsy-Wudsy. Rosalie Brannin has just finished her book, How to Hen-peck a Husband and Make Him Like It. She did all her research right at home. Don Tutt is working furiously on his autobiography, The Rise and Fall of a Pin-Ball Machine Magnate. Dick Spaulding is still trying to rediscover his formula for freckle remover. The original mixture worked marvelously — while it lasted. Jim Dougherty has opened a correspondence school in American History due to the influence of Mr. Jeffers, his former teacher. This same Mr. Jeffers launched Gail Ruegge on his career. Gail became so interested in his theory of child psychology that he expects to take his Ph. D. in it. The school board hired Gale Pickard as principal. It seems he gained quite a bit of inside information about the job during his high school career. Along this same line, June Kirkendall has started a reform movement for a six year high school. The students, of course, consider it highly unfair. Mary Lou Dykes has a cigar store. In addition to the usual brands, she also sells a hand-made cigar especially for ladies who wish to indulge. Bob Lewis was appointed as head chemist at Salome’s Salami Plant a few years ago. He and his private secretary Lawanda Ruegge spend most of their evenings ‘working’ — or so they say. We also boast a home-town wrestler here. If Lorna Kelly wins her next match she’ll be the U. S. champion lady wrestler. Jack Kelley is also excelling in the sports field. He’s a modern William Tell — so far there have been only two causualties. Pat Stalder is a housemother at the Delta Pi Psi fraternity. She still has that old charm, and a certain admiral is still in there pitching. Carole Lee Sander has organized a Babysitters’ Agency. She keeps a file on the children, both the angels and those whose halos are slightly tarnished, and assigns the sitters accordingly. Vernal Brocker is a chiropractor and, if reports are true, a good one. At least you never leave his office with the same aches that went in with you. LeRoy Stayton has an excellent job as a photographer for the famous magazine, ‘Peek-a-Boo.’ It takes you into the homes of all the renown personalities. Betsy Hartman is living off the fat of the land— she designs clothes for ‘plump’ women and has even organized a Fat Girls’ Club. Jim Belleau makes his living by building houses. No garden is complete without one of his modern bird houses. He even puts picture windows in them. Bob Sutter has made his place in the world or rather on top of old Baldy. He makes toupees for all the prominent business men.

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Senior Class Prophecy It was just an ordinary spring day — exactly like a million other spring days except that by the time the clock struck midnight, the Senior Class of ’54 would have been duly graduated from Falls City High School and launched on new and separate careers. As I lolled on the chaise longue, I listened to the soft, dreamy music drifting out from the house and wondered just what the Class of ’54 would be doing — say twenty years from now. Gradually the warm sunshine and the soft music began to take effect and I found myself drifting off to sleep — still wondering. Waking to the clinking and clanging of bottles and the gay whistling of Kenny “The Happy Milkman” Bippes, I jump out of bed, dress quickly, swallow some breakfast, and rush down to Patzee’s Beaute Salon. Patzee, commonly known as Patsy Noll, has become world renown as the only American-born genuine French hair stylist in the wrold. There’s RaMetta Ramsey under the first drier! They say she owns a horse ranch, a glue factory, and a meat-packing company. That sounds very suspicious to me. Who’s that hiding behind a magazine? Oh, yes, that’s Ruth Bachman who teaches a night school for Hindus from Pakistan. And there’s Darline Remmers sitting next to her. Darline is the president of the local chapter of the Lonely Hearts’ Club. She sends all her “lonely hearts” to Bill Sorensen’s dancing school. Bill is rated as a second Arthur Murray — and to think he used to be allergic to social dancing, especially with girls! I think I’ll sit over there by Alice Richmond and find out the latest news. Since she’s a lady F. B. I. agent, she’s had a lot of experience in “snooping.” “Hello, Alice, imagine meeting you here. I thought you were in Timbuctoo.” “I came in on the Jenkin’s Limited last night. That reminds me, have you heard that Richard has just perfected a jet-propelled locomotive. Railroaders call him “Richard the Railway Saver.” “Fancy that!” “Oh, there have been a lot of new inventions. Keith Fryer has invented a light-weight frying pan for husbands with temperamental wives. Think of all the cracked skulls that will prevent! And Gary War has revolutionized record players by inventing a robot that stands by ready to flip the records, change the needle, or do any emergency repair work. It gives Gary more time for the girls. The latest thing in automobiles is Jim Chaffee’s Motor Wonder which runs on water. Siphoning will soon be a lost art! Seriously though, he’s really a mechanical wizard. He installed a unique system in Marna Curne’s car. Every time she comes within three feet of a solid obstacle, the automatic control system takes over, which means longer lives for millions of fenders. After all these years Raymond Simon has finally secured a patent on his electronic mouse trap. It should be on the market any time now.” “Speaking of mice, have you seen Vivian Mc-Ilvain’s latest comic strip? She calls it ‘The Adventures of Rickie and Ginnie Mouse in Outer Space.’ You’ll have to excuse me, Patsy is ready for me. I’ll see you later. Well, Patsy, are you ready for this evening?” “Oh, yes, it promises to be a wonderful evening! Why just a few minutes ago RaMetta and I were discussing the changes that have come about in the last twenty years. It’s amazing how many of our class went into manufacturing.” “You must tell me all about it.” “Well, for instance, take Esburn James. Who would ever have guessed that he’d become a RUBBING alcohol tycoon? And Norma Godemann practically owns a monopoly over the manufacturing of park benches. The only part of the process she doesn’t control is the boltmaking. Bryon Marteny’s method for bolts for park benches has never been surpassed. Paul Schatz went into a rather fascinating business, too. He manufactures handcuffs — available in two styles. You can buy either the conventional type or the padded ones for sleep-walkers. Then there’s the nut business. Gary Tudor’s nut factory is really thriving. Everyone simply adores his Kansas-style cashews as they’re both delicious and economical. His slogan, ‘The more nuts the merrier,’ also helps boost sales. Last but not least in this field is Don Ruch. People everywhere are asking for his novel root beer mugs. Don says your mug doe make a difference. There now, you’re ready for the drier.” A half-hour later I breeze out of the Salon and down the street to Pat’s Hat Shop. Pat Johnson’s creations are simply out of this world and are definitely original, although most men deem them extremely frivolous. However, I don’t think men will ever learn to appreciate hats. “Oh—isn’t the one with the petunias simply divine! They look just like those giant petunias Charles Williams raises.” “I’ve been admiring that one, too.” “Why, Barbara Gilliland, what a pleasant surprise! I just finished reading your sequel to Who’

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Janis Scholz is a concert pianist now. She’s currently playing at Joe’s. Golly moses, I forgot! I was supposed to meet Janis at twelve o’clock, and here it is a quarter after. I’ve got to rush. I’ll see you tonight, Barb.” With this, I dash out of the shop and hurry down the street. There comes Jean Clark out of Bartley’s Milk Bar — the Longest in the World. Jean owns a minnow farm. I suppose she took some in to Adrienne Mc-Millen, the bar maid. Adrienne loves to go fishing especially when Hex goes along to bait the hook. Isn’t that Gary Peck going into Connie’s Milk Bar—the Shortest in the World? Gary runs a hospital for white mice and I hear that Doris “Connie” Constantine’s pet mouse Oscar has been having trouble with his gall stones. There’s Janis standing in front of the Steak House. I do hope she hasn’t been waiting long. “Hello, Janis, I’m dreadfully sorry I’m so late. I don’t know where the time goes.” “That’s perfectly all right. I had a wonderful talk with Kay Shouse and Les Groff while I was waiting. They’re both theatrical booking agents, although Les did have a racing form in his pocket. Who knows? Let’s order and then I’ll tell you about it as we eat.” Seeing us enter, Barbara Crofford hurries over to take our order. Barbara servies the most delicious steaks. Whether your favorite is elephant or rattlesnake steak, she has it. After ordering, Janis continues, “They’ve helped quite a few of our class get into show business. For example, they gave Delbert Eickhoff his build-up as the Great Latin Lover. The girls simply swoon at the sight of him. Marilyn Slagle is a magician’s assistant. I think Kay called him ‘The Great Fritz.’ Fayrene Brown is a famous television actress. She stars in her own show entitled The Missing Link.’ Several novelty acts were mentioned too. Henry Schwartz is the manager of the world’s one and only three-ring flea circus. Margie Hahn calls her insect show ‘Little Margie and Her Talented Ants!’ Then there’s the ‘Marrying Maids,’ Betty Bentley, Shirley Apel, and Georgia Franke whose song and dance routine is most popular. Their theme song is ‘Everybody’s Doing It But Us.’ Well, I’d better be going. I have some errands to do before the party tonight. I’ll see you then.” “Yes, and I have to write a welcoming speech for our reunion. Little typewriter, here I come.” With this, I hurry home and settle down in a comfortable chair with a paper and pencil to make an outline for my speech. But what with the excitement of the morning, I find myself nodding and finally drifting off to sleep. Suddenly I awoke to the stern voice of my mother telling me to wake up if I intended to graduate that night. As I went into the house I reviewed my dream mentally and wondered if it would come true. by Betty Joy