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

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ence of the vast knowledge he acquired at Falls City High School. Ronnie Harris is teaching chemistry in Alaska to the Eskimos. Finally, I arrived at my old Home Town. It was really wonderful to be back, but there had been some changes since I had lived here. John Boswell, Dale Chesnut, and Wayne Martin are operating a cheap transport service between Falls City and California for those students who are looking for a brighter future in the sunny west. Bob Brown is still trying to explain the fourth dimension to Coach Peterson. Elmer Butler, a motorcycle cop, is busily arresting speed-happy teenagers in the high school parking lot. Martha “Cookie” Cain has become the sexiest weather girl KTNC ever had. Mary Ellen Gaither and Karen Yohe have formed the “Happy Hour” knitting club for those lonely Monday nights when their hubbies are at Guards. Willie Craig and Charles Stevens say that farming makes them dizzy. They get all tangled up in the rotation of crops. Dennis Crofford continues to spend his time at the poolhall as manager. Karen Gerlt is driving the Stella school bus. Ronnie Gilkerson, who has his own beauty shop, is specializing in those little curls for “Little Women.” Ronnie Gibson is still selling lots to those in need of them. Judie Majerus is now a happy wife and mother who has found her greatest ambition in the highest of all worldly vocations—the maker and keeper of the home. Thelma Merz is helping her dad sell tractors and combines in a leopard bikini bathing suit. I hear they’re selling like hot cakes. Betty Vogele is still here in town working on a new formula to restore older ladies’ white hair to its natural color. Donald Wenz has set up a bait shop at Rulo and is digging worms for the fishermen. As I walked into a drug store I saw a Falls City Journal on the counter. The first article I read was one written by the president of Geneva Girls’ School. Miss Linda Apel still insists that there is really no bad girl. Dorothy Goltz and Alice Winsor did their famous Pow Wow Dance at the Sidney Rodeo last night. Judi Heineman is somewhere in Africa selling ice-cream cones to the natives for immense sums of money. Nancy Kelly is in Florida designing men’s Bermuda shorts. Harold Lewis is now a cowboy in the wilds of the wooly west. He has shown wonderful bravery and endurance in his job. Douglas Ludwig, a man of iron endurance, is now a sergeant in the army and is quite capable of handling his job. Tom McGuire is in the State Psychological Department still advocating Freudian principles, although he is not a staff member. The big question in Hollywood today is whether Dick Monroe will receive the role of Tarzan at MGM. Eileen and Elaine Niedfeldt are renting a magnificent apartment in a large foreign city. Virgil Scheitel, a respectable Falls City father, is running for city council so he can have the curfew changed from 11 o’clock to 9 o’clock. An article that really amused me was that Peggy Pickard, head spy of Scotland Yard, had been called to Falls City High School to trace fingerprints on shorthand notes found by Mr. Coba in his government class. Then I saw a most handsome picture of Delmar Rieschick. Delmar, according to some of the leading men’s magazines, is the Most Eligible Bachelor of 1990. Charles Marteny is now teaching English at Harvard; we always knew Mrs. Hoffman would finally get it through to him. Judie Wehrman is employed at the world’s largest zoo and is painlessly extracting walrus teeth by hypnosis. Carol West is “house mother” for the boys’ dorm at St. Benedict’s. Charlotte Robinson has just given birth to her twelfth child. The more Bachmans the merrier. Down at the bottom of the page I found this unusual advertisement: If you have soft, tired, irritated, perspiring, chafed, and tender feet, we recommend the best-selling cure-all, Dr. John Otto’s Foot Powder. Finally before folding the paper I noticed on the society page that Shirley Cunningham recently threw a party in Virginia, bigger and better than ever before. Shirley is known as the southern dainty lady of society, envied and flattered by all, the queen of every gathering, and the bell of every ball. Well, my little trip was very interesting, but I hurried to catch the train back to Omaha so I could fly home to Florida where I was a marriage counselor. Just then I heard a loud noise, and as I turned around I saw some of my friends stopping to pick me up. Why I wasn’t in a strange world after all; I had just prophesied the lives of my classmates. Linda Tubach

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY It was a lovely evening, and as I walked home I looked up into the sky and noticed how the stars formed different patterns and figures. As I continued gazing with wonder, I noticed that these figures seemed to be moving. Then, very much to my surprise, this strange vision turned out to be a great picture of my classmates, the class of 1960. But now they had changed and were transformed into citizens of the world as they had so long hoped to be. And then the vision became more and more vivid. I was in a mammoth city with great skyscrapers all about me. Why, it was New York City! I could scarcely believe my senses when I saw a large sign on a building, “Edward Steinman, Attorney-at-Law.” Ed, the boy who couldn’t lie, was sitting in a large office debating over legal problems. As I walked down the street, I saw two nurses. They turned out to be my old friends, Judy Hunzeker and Imogene Becker. I understand that they are specializing in love-sick men. I hurried on by and caught a taxi to the airport. As we sped down the road, we passed a large mansion. The driver, Joyce Shaw, told me that this was the home of the millionaire, Thomas Dunn. You see Lassie, the once favorite dog of all the small television viewers, is no longer t'he same dog. The ideal pet of today’s small fry is DUKE. The plane was just about ready to leave as I approached the airport. Patsy Fritz, the airline stewardess, greeted me at the door, and handed me a paper. As I glanced through it, my eyes widened as I noticed some very familiar names in the headlines: George Arnold has just published two books, “How to Become Handsome Overnight” and “My Theories on Girls.” Marylou Brisby has brought suit against Jack Clark, claiming that it was she who painted the Mona Lisa, not he. James Nedrow, a pharmacist, in his spare time has created a formula which, if taken regularly, will make the average girl into a gorgeous beauty. Does it really work, James? John “Hercules” Honea will wrestle at Madison Square Garden next week. Connie Kirkendall has created a new bubble gum formula lor those Bigger, Better, Bangier Bubbles. Becky Windle, an internationally well-known author, has just completed her greatest writing, “Why I Love Sailors.” Judy Wing has become a menacing competitor of Duncan Hines with her new cake mix, “Hermie’s Heaven,” with its first introduction at the Safeway store run by Karlus Moore. Rachel Wittrock won the champion hog-calling medal in Sugar Tree, Tennessee. Perry Marquis is a scientist who is worshipped by all housewives. You see, Perry has invented an electronic door lock that keeps husbands home at night. Laying the paper down, and feeling quite amused, I turned around to see who was sitting across the aisle from me. I beheld a very dignified gentleman dressed in black. I thought I had seen that face somewhere, but I couldn’t put it in its place. Just then the stewardess came and spoke to him. She called him Reverend McBride. Why this was Donald McBride! I had recently heard that Brother Donald was either going to found a new church according to his own views and beliefs, or carry his doctrines into new lands, and thus create a new religion for someone. Soon the plane landed at the Hollywood airport and Judy Cheever, a talented dress designer, met me. We whizzed down the street in her red sports car. She told me that we would buzz down to Television Land to see some of our old classmates: Larry Beasing, Roger Thornton, and Glenda West. Larry is now that dreamiest, most lovable, Dobie Gillis. Of course, none other than Roger Thornton is Maynard, his beatnik friend. Glenda has taken over Miss Francis’s job on Ding Dong School. That night we went to a very swanky night club and saw Janet Hinz, who is head cigarette girl there. Larry Killingsworth, the owner of a magnificent Palm Springs Hotel, was sitting across the room from us. He flashed a large diamond ring on his finger, and I knew that he must be doing quite well for himself. When the waiter brought wine to the table, I noticed on the label these words, “Tasted and approved by Jim Foster of the California Grape Orchards.” Having enough of Hollywood, I boarded a plane and headed for Omaha, Nebraska. Jane Hahn was in Omaha. She had taken over Mary Lane’s column and was desperately pondering over Wauneta Bachman’s love problems. Jane not only knows answers to troubles, but also knows all the gossip. She told me that Billie Adams, Marilyn Coulter, and Shirley Lowry are neighbors in Omaha and are quite often seen exchanging confidences over the fence as to this or that domestic difficulty. Jim Catlett and John Marx are presently President and Vice-President of the A. A. A. with Dave Lunsford, Charles Hatfield, Ronnie McCoy, and Dave Reavis on the board of directors. Sharon Marrs is a Salvation Army officer in Omaha. Richard Malcolm is a noble professor in a great school of learning. All his pupils look at him in rever-

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1960, being: of strong bodies and overwhelming intellect, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament: To the Juniors — we leave the benefit of our inspiring leadership, our hitherto unparalleled fortitude, and our glorious physiognomy. To the Sophomores — we leave our perverted sense of humor. To the Freshmen — we leave the hope that they will some day achieve the goals which we ourselves have so gloriously attained. Mr. Andrews — we leave Bob Hoy to replace the air in his tires whenever it gets stale. Mr. Weddel — we leave his own private Gettysburg. Mr. Coba — we leave the hope that John Wehr-man will be half as inspiring as Perry Marquis. Mr. Sympson — we leave a gold-bound copy of “Julius Caesar.” Mrs. Sylten — we leave some tranquilizer pills. Miss Shook — we leave Bruce Appleoff, who's had some wild experiences of his own. Mrs. Ahern — we leave a pair of elevated shoes. Mr. Schneider — we leave Charles Hoffman to take Roger Thornton’s place. Mrs. Stout — we leave the hope that she will be more modest in the halls. Mrs. Nims — we leave a Greek cookbook so her students will understand what she is talking about. Mrs. Lunsford — we leave radar to make sure Davy goes back to study hall after a trip to the library. Mr. Meade — we leave a bookstand, and also a free pass over the Rulo bridge. Mrs. Kommer — we leave a room full of silent typewriters. Mrs. Kinkead—we leave a soprano that can hit Middle C. Mr. Joy — we leave a better annual staff next year. Miss Jorn — we leave a new car; after all, isn’t it about time? Mr. Kastl — we leave a pair of track shoes to catch the people doing all the yelling in his alley. Mrs. Hoffman — we leave Bill Yoesel, although there’s enough there for everyone. Mr. Henderson — we leave Richard “Hurricane” Halbert, Lannie “Lonesome End” Camblin, and Ronnie “Big Daddy” Lutz. Mr. Hatch — we leave a new blend of fertilizer invented by George Arnold. Mrs. George — we leave a tape recorder to repeat the first hour lecture to the rest of the classes so she can sleep like everyone else. Miss Fase — we leave another note from Linda Apel to Sharon Marrs for her to transcribe. Mr. Eckman — we leave John Lippold to carry on the tradition. Mrs. Cummins — we leave the hope that next year’s class will catch up with the Russians. Mrs. Vogele — we leave a left-handed mimeograph machine. George Arnold — leaves “Arnold’s Book of Knowledge” to Falls City High School. Billie Adams — leaves her yellow convertible to Bobby Wissinger. Linda Apel — leaves her shorthand notes to Mr. Coba. Wauneta Bachman — leaves her backyard as a national park. Larry Beasing — leave his fifty-yard low hurdles record to Fred Brewer. Imogene Becker — leaves in a black Ford. John Boswell — leaves for the other side of the continent. Marylou Brisby and Peggy Pickard — leave their positions in the Red-Headed League to David Wittrock and Sally Lunsford. Bob Brown — leaves his four-buckle boots to next year’s football student manager. Elmer Butler — leaves for Fairbury to settle an old score. Martha Cain — leaves her motto, “Movies are better than ever,” to Jeffrey Falter. Jim Catlett — leaves his motorcycle to Eugene Strauss. Judy Cheever — leaves her winning smile to Minnie Becker. Dale Chesnut — leaves satisfied that he matched Wilbur’s reputation. Jack Clark — leaves his drum-playing talent to Harold Sutter. Willie Craig — leaves his Studebaker to the Smithsonian Institute. Shirley Cunningham — leaves her crown to anyone who will pay a good price for it. Denny Crofford — leaves his pool cue to Roger Kennedy.