Hartley High School - Oracle Yearbook (Hartley, IA)

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— THE 1955 ORACLE — Last Will and Testament — continued I, Donald Groen, leave my long curly alluring eyelashes to Lyle Stoterau, so he can be the Casanova of 1956. I, Judith Mohni, will my love for the teaching profession to Shirley Sampson, so the tea chers will have someone to confide in when the trusty seniors make their departure. I, Larry Hansen, will my mania for ’Mad’ comic books to Bruce Ewoldt, so he can hu- mor his juglar vein. I, Marsha Olhausen, will my love for old time dances to Carol Habbena, so Neebel's will have one loyal supporter and the seniors will have more bounce to the ounce next year. I, Bob Harrington, the most convertible kid in town, leave my red bottom and black top to Darrell Denny, so he too can be a man about town. I, Vivian Pauls, will my quietness to Ardine Welch, so she'll not feel the urge to talk when Louise is gone. I, Jim Hesse, will pickle, my piccolo, to Mary Jager; but 1 am warning her she better watch out for sour notes. 1, Louise Peters, will my basketball ability to Karen Severance, so Mr. Doschadis can have tall guards next year. I, Keith Hewitt, being of sound voice leave my duck calling and hunting ability to Gene Glaser, so he can be for the birds. 1, Janice Peterson, leave my fascination for cats to Joanne Steen, so the future seniors can round out their interests by showing their love for animals. I, Marvel Fredericks, will my giggles to Kathryn Schmidt, so a ray of sunshine may find its way into Hartley High next year. I, Orville Jacobsma, will my squeaking shoes to Vance Kelley, so the study hall teachers will stay awake next year. I, Jean Gathman, will my way with men to Betty Noonan, so she can see how the other half lives. I, Edward Kramme, will my old moth eaten jokes to Larry Albrecht, so comes the revo- lution,” he’ll know some new jokes. I, Shirley Gonnerman, will my Sunday driving to Phyllis Kruckenberg because the word got around that the “old gray mare ain’t what she used to be. 1, Duane Kruckenberg. leave my tantalizing television tale to Clifford Muilenburg, so his tongue will way. I, Joyce Gruhn, will my use of the mail route to Kay Vezina for the summer, so Mapleton won’t seem so distant. I, Michael Noonan, leave my hot lips to Cleone Meyer so she can be fully appreciated by the band. I, Joan Hagna, will my love for the road to Joanne Raber, so Primghar will seem but a step away. I, Harlan Perry, will my nack for raising sheep to Richard Nissen, as every class needs a millionaire. 1, Marlene Hinz, will my red hair to Evelyn Harms. Every class needs a red head. I, Orville Pippert, will me letter writing to Milo Peters so he can find himself a fair dam- sel in yon hamlet and be someone’s shining knight. I, Margene Hofmeyer, will my knowledge in Latin to Marilyn Schierholz so she can find a great Latin lover. L Ronald Roghair, will my pull with the cows to John Schuett, so next year’s senior class can have a budding dairy king. I, Donna Koele, will my smiling face to Marjorie Berry, so the future seniors may have a bright outlook on their final year in good old H. H. S. 1, Cecil Sherman, the journalism joker, will me, myself, and I, and all my charm to the junior class so they can have three more jokesters. I, Jack Stoterau, president of the Student Council, will this state of chaos existing in Hartley High to Norman Kearney. Let him straighten it out. Page Twenty

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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

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— THE 1955 ORACLE — Last Will and Testament — continued I, Joyce Philiph, will my love for dramatics to Karen Golla, so the Hartley School can excel not only in wood-tics in the dressing rooms, but also any tics including drama-tics. I, Gary Swanson, will my half way look with levis, half way up and half way down, to Harold Wills, so he can save time in dressing and money by buying no belts. I, Jeraldine Roskammer, wiil my love for dancing to Peggy Scharnberg so her interest will continue to thrive. I, Roger I uttle, tootin’ fool of Hartley's band, will my go-to-you — go-from-me playin’ to Ardine Welch, so her trombone playing will really spark up the band. I, Mavis Rossman, alias Rosa, will my fondness for lunchroom food to Yvonne English, so the food program will thrive next year. I. Lynn Schroeder, will my participation in extra curricular activities to all the future sen- iors. so the emptiness we leave behind will somehow be filled. I, Ernest Verdoes, will my steady motorcycle and my scientific mind to Tom Ferguson, so he can keep ahead of the Russians. I, Verdon Vogt, being of unsound mind and being off in the blue most of the time, will my love for aeronautics to Arthur Back, so he won’t be an intrepid airman. !, Wilma Shaefer, will my support of the school library to Leona Hewitt, so someone will head its books next year. J, Anna Speck, will my abilities in the field of stenography to Joanne Liedtke. so the teachers will have someone to type their tests next year. We, the graduating class of '55, leave our patience to the faculty and our tolerance to the future seniors. We, the class of ’55, take great pleasure in leaving you all the pets that dwell in the darkroom. We leave to you the responsibility of supporting the lunchroom. We will to you all books, desks, tables, chairs, teachers, freshmen and miscellaneous junk including broken pencil sharpeners. We will to you the blue Mondays, the cold radiators, the lecture sessions, the drinking fountains that lack water pressure, the used gum under the desks, the ability to swipe pencils and paper, and most of all, the responsibility of filling our shoes. We wish the best to you and hope that you will keep Hartley High the school we are proud to say we graduated from. CLASS PROPHECY OF 1955 In ten years from no n n e see - - - Greta Anderson graduated from nursing school and happily tearing appendixes out of eth- erized Homo-sapiens. Arlene Boernsen modeling bikini swim suits for “Catalina.” Joyce Bleeke married to Fran and raising little egg candlers. Barbara Clay chasing men and getting chased in return (more fun) ! Shirley Dahnke turning traitor because she became a teacher. Marvel Fredericks as proprietor of “Madame Freddie’s Reducing Saloon.” lean Gathman building a better man trap to catch Max. .. i ■ k Joyce Gruhn waiting for Jim to get out of college. Marlene Hinz raising a herd of red-headed Vogts. Page Tiventy-one