Hartley High School - Oracle Yearbook (Hartley, IA)

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— THE 1955 ORACLE — Class History — continued Now September, 1949, finally arrived. We were big spokes in the wheel. Our room was upstairs. We really knew the score. It took two teachers. Miss Jeraldine Koch and Miss Jackie Soli, to hold us at bay — well, almost at bay. We were joined by Col- leen Harris, Wilma Shaefer, and Patricia Pead. We lost Dennis Clausen, Mary Krah- ling, Delbert Bethel and Patricia Pead before the year was finished. When our eighth grade year began in September, 1950, we had grown as adoles- cents and in importance, even if we didn’t change teachers or rooms. Looking back, we had quite a span under us now and not so much over the top. We were joined once more by Dennis Clausen and also by Kenny Zinn, Vivian Pauls, Duane Kruckenberg and Ar- ven Holland. Tom Chrysler left us. On September 3, 195 I, we fifty-nine green freshmen had finally reached the gol- den years. An enormous increase in our class population occurred that year. Those who joined were Delbert Bethel, Arlene Boernsen, Larry Dahnke, Irvin Fransen, Jean Gath- man, Donald Groen, Donald Glaser, Keith Hewitt, Orville Jocabsma, Donna Koele, Edward Kramme, Judith Mohni, Michael Noonan, Harlan Perry, Louise Peters, Mar- cella Poldervaard, John Possin, Mavis Rossman, Lynn Schroeder, Anna Speck and Ron- ald Wohlert. We went through an initiation of short dresses, short pants, overshoes, bedroom slippers, mitzies, and warm seats, but we really had fun. Groaning and moaning from stiff muscles, our future football team sat those first seasons on the hard bench of the sidelines. Bob, Duane, Junior. Gary, Jack, Verdon — does this sound familiar? One of our group, a short- curly haired chap, became known as Teddy Bear. Some of us may know him better as the Jelly Bean Kid or Cuddles. Our band was really the mostest, especially with Denny beating on everything within reach. Verdon was speaking his way through the district contest with the F. F. A. Creed. Cecil was quiet! Bus rides seemed to be our fate for we all packed ourselves in along with our chaperones and were off for our long awaited picnic at the Lakes. We had a riotous time and came back soaked but happy. It was a great freshman year and the last day of school rolled around for a three months’ vacation. It was also the last day at HHS for Virginia Boedeker and Marcella Poldervaard. Vacation ended. Everyone returned for another nine months of schoolhousin', not book learnin’. Anyway that’s what we planned. However, things changed, especially for the algebra class whose minds were We discovered that there were five (men?) who joined our distinguished group of scholars. They were Monte Miller. Larry Hansen, Richard Dykstra, Dick Dirksen and Dick Bremer. Donald Groen transferred to Moneta. We still numbered fifty-nine strong. Bob, Duane, and Verdon reached the first bend in their careers as football play- ers, for they received their first letter their sophomore year. We spent many a long, cold night that fall in a shop back of Goetsch’s building our winning float. Remember stuffing all those napkins in the chicken wire? And bus rides! Does anyone remember our trip to Des Moines when the girls won a place in the state tournament? The girls put on a good show considering the fact that they were de- feated by the state champions, Garnavillo. Cecil became a little braver his sophomore year. Edward and Greta were competing for first place in biology class. Semester tests took their toll and school was dismissed for a much needed rest of three months. Page Eighteen

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— THE 1955 ORACLE — THE HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF '55 ' I was August 31, 1942, and somewhat of a special Monday morning in that thirteen classes of youngsters — boys, girls, ladies, and gentlemen — are commencing another nine months in the American institution called school. A senior class has left from the top and a new class has joined on the bottom. The teacher of this new class. Miss Mable Borland, greeted twenty-one anxious but wondering boys and girls on this first Monday morning. Among these disorderly juveniles are such personalities as Greta, (not to be con- fused with Greta) but Greta Anderson. Shirley Rae Graen, Joyce Gruhn, Marlene Hinz, Patricia Maguire, Marsha Olhausen, Jeraldine Roskammer, Delbert Bethel, Gary Boetel, Ronnie Brehmer, Dennis Clausen, Edward Diekmann, Richard Donnelly, Jim Hesse, Keith Hewitt, Clyde Kramme, Cecil Sherman, Jack Stoterau, Gary Swanson, and Roger Tuttle. Two boys. Bob Harrington and Jerry Cooper, and a girl, Virginia Boedeker, later joined the class, but before the year had closed, four pupils had left. They included Greta Anderson, Richard Donnelly, Shirley Rae Graen and Jerry Cooper. A short three months of freedom fluttered by and there were nineteen again greeted by school bells. This time it was on August 30, 1943; their teacher. Miss Doro- thy Witter; their rank, first grade. We had real desks and theie was no more lying on the floor during rest periods. The class acquired Janice Peterson and Junior Wagner, who again left us before the year was finished. Six young scholars, 1 ommy Chrysler. Donald Everson, Ernest Verdoes, Mary Janet Clark, Avis Lorenzen, and Junior Wagner, teamed up with the sprouting class of twenty as second grade commenced on August 28, I 944, under the teaching guidance of Miss Dorothy Quenra. My, but we were going places. We had a class to look down up- on. Looking up seemed like a long way to the top. 1 he class lost only one that year. Clyde Kramme left us. Then came Monday, September 3. 1945, and with it the third graders moved across to the west hall. We had a bad time with the teachers that year; they just couldn't stay with us. Miss Pedelty started out the year. Later Miss Nadine Weber taught us and finally Mrs. Romanowski took over and lasted the remaining months. Thirteen students joined our class that year: Marvel Fredericks, Shirley Gonner- inan, Joyce Philiph, Harlan Will, Alvin Zinn, Joann Frohlich, Philip Kramme, Harold Wills, Gale Bobolz, Michael McAnaily, Barbara Clay, Jerry Schuman and Richard Bremer. We lost three, Pat Maguire, Jack Stoterau, and Donald Everson. However, as the year ended, the class was thirty-five pupils strong. Miss Joan Harmelink greeted us as fourth graders on September 3, I 946, as we continued to climb up in this world. Jack Stoterau returned and three new personalities were added: Greta Anderson, Ruth McCarty, and Ronald Roghair. Mary Janet Clark, Gale Bobolz, Richard Bremer, Keith Hewitt, Harlan Will, Alvin Zinn, and Harold Wills left us. Verdon Vogt and Wayne Bryant joined us as fifth graders on September 2, 1947; our teacher. Miss Eileen Kenyon; our destination, to finish grade school somehow. Joann Frohlich was the only one to leave the class. Next came sixth grade under the direction of Miss Margaret Jones. Pat Maguire returned and others joined including Shirley Dahnke, Mary Krahling. Roges Frick, Or- ville Pippert, and Robert Lappegard. As the year closed, Wayne Bryant and Robert Lappegard left, making us a class of thirty-six. Rage Seventeen

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— THE 1955 ORACLE — LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE SENIOR CLASS We the Senior Class of '55, being of sound mind and body, despite what the faculty may tell you, do hereby leave to you just a few of our many outstanding quali- ties, too numerous to mention, with the profound hope that the future seniors will be just one-tenth the marvelous class we were. Enough of that — so here goes! I, Gary Boetel, bashfully bequeath my bass blowing ability to Curtis Jass, so he can bel- ler bebop next year. 1, Ronald Brehmer. lay my cards on the table and pass the bid to Richard Olhausen, so card playing may remain a major sport in Hartley High. I, Dennis Clausen, renowned author of “Dear Friends, will my originality and subtle humor to Dannie Shinkle, inasmuch as Hartley High needs famous personages. I, Greta Anderson, will my eighteen personal physicists to Marjorie Strayer, so she can enjoy the company of eighteen panting males. I, Larry Dahnke, alias Rumba King, rhythmatically leave my crazy beat and swival hips to Gary Ott, so he can cut a square corner around the floor next year. I, Arlene Boernsen, will my long bus ride in the morning to Joan Epping so she can see the sun come up in the morning instead of the moon go down at night. I, Edward Dickman, project my technique in the dark room to Earl Sampson, so he too can be king of the movie world. I, Joyce Bleeke, will my speedy typing to Betty Hilbert, so she can spell ‘‘aluma’’ er “aluma, oh, well, so she can spell. I. Donald Dirks, alias Peanuts, say if you like Skippy, you’ll like me, leave my bucket of bolts on wheels to Arthur Back so they'll have at least one nut for their bucket of bolts. I, Barbara Clay, will my silver wings to Janice McCarty, so she can fly high with a cer- tain sailor. I, Junior Wagner, will my ability to acquire skin rashes to the football team of ’56, so they’ll really have to get down and scratch. I, Ronald Wohlert, will to the entire freshman class my quietness, so the future seniors can have peace. I, Kenneth Zinn, will my beard to the future senior boys, so the girls can be tickled pink. I, Shirley Dahnke, will my snowy white bucks to the band, so they’ll look, feel, and be sharp. I, Arven Holland, will my Pepsodent smile and cheerful “hi” to John Schuett. so the school can grin and bear it next year. I, Avis Lorenzen, will be little black book to Melva Schmoll, so the men in neighboring towns won't be lonely. I, Dick Dirksen. leave my Archer road map to Jon Bobzien, that he too may burn up the roads. I, Pat Maguire, will my membership in the steady club to Janeen Skinner, so the member- ship will reach a new high in '56. I, Roger Frick, would leave my beautiful black curly locks to Injun Joe Wills, but I want to take them with me. I, Donald Glaser, leave my electric guitar to Arlo Tewes, so he can have more shocking times. I, Ruth McCarty, will my lusty lungs to Barbara Terpstra, so the teachers in Hartley High will have someone to converse with and fill that empty spot that the seniors will make. Page Nineteen