Meadow Grove High School - Trojan Yearbook (Meadow Grove, NE)

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n r1 DU M] Cl ] It was autunui in the year 1944, as the bell sadly tolled the death of three months' vacation, when sixteen Freshles assembled on the east side of the assembly. Somehow, we lived through Initiation and found courage enough to hold our first class meeting and elect officers. Our number decreased when we lost Leon Sellin and Eugene Werner In the freshman year, and Charles Jenkins, Phyllis Klelder, Esther Swarm end Jim Schurmen during the sophomore year. With the beginning of our last year, the cless numbered eleven with the addition of Done Glaze, a fugitive from Norfolk. When we returned as Sophomores end found we were no longer the object of upper-classmen's Jokes, we began to enjoy the fun and take part In high school life. We enjoyed a year of work sprinkled with a few parties. As we took our places as Juniors the following year. It was then that we demonstrated Just how successfully we could menage the job of being a class In MGHS. This year. In addition to having parties, we had the responsibility of the class play and the junior-senior banquet. Our three act play, Mystery In the Library, went over with a bang. The banquet was an exceptionally pretty one. The theme was Ye Olde South. This class has been justly proud of Its athletic record all through high school, having several four-year lettermen In baseball end basketball, and also track the lest two years. As Seniors, we started the year with true Senior pep and elected officers end a sponsor to pilot us through this most important year. Sneak day was 8 very welcome change for both the Seniors and the lower c The Seniors enjoyed themselves very much touring the city of Lincoln. During this ssme week they were also the honored guests at the banquet given by the Juniors. The Senior class play, Dear Daffodil, was a cheering success, not a howling one. Thus we have seen In the history of the cless of '48 the evolution from Freshmen to Senior. May we continue to grow in such a manner when we become Freshmen in i.ty VHTmry, r. r y; vm v {vs :i i: 'v ».v n'.v %’s .-swim

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 rjUftiJ PjIDPU CY I don't know why I ate all that chill last night—and at my age, tool I haven't eaten that much junk In twenty years--not since I was a Senior In good old Meadow Grove H. S. That year--chlll and hamburgers were our favorite foodq and a chill hangover like I have today was nothing unusual. I suppose It was the effects of the chill because, that evening I just couldn't concentrate on the comic strip of the latest paper. My mind began to wander over the years gone by. Hearing a slight noise—I looked around. Mighty Mouse was therel Quietly he said, I have come. President Werner, to take you where you want most to go. I said, Just call me Bob. Where do I want to go? I want to visit every member of the best darn class that ever graduated from Meadow Grove High School. Mighty Mouse replied, You are as good as there. Bob. In a jiffy we had reached Greeley College wnere Norman Wright Ph. D. (poor, hard-working drip) was busy In his Chemistry Lab. His students have learned- long ago that there was no use arguing with him because he was always Wright. Bangl a terrible explosion. Dr. Wright was wrong. I could see this was not the moment to stop for a visits so we hurried on to a beautiful farm place near my old home town of M. G., where my cousin. Arnold Werner, and his fair-haired bride of twenty years ago met me In the yard. I had heard that Arnold was the best farmer In Madison Co. and the evidence was everywhere. At the sound of the patter f little feet I noticed that Arnold leaned over and patted with affection the blacl$ curly heads of several little thoroughbred pigs. They—with several boys who were in high school—were his pride and joy. As I turned to go a helicopter landed on the lawr and who should come striding toward me but Duane Van Gundy In the uniform of a State Policeman. He was Investigating the robbery that had occurred at the M. G. airport the night before. Two packages of bubble gum had disappeared. Duane said all clues pointed to JoAnn Perry and Gloria Kohl. I drove down Meadow Grove Avenue to a very prosperous section of the city, where I soon located the Swankee Beautee Shackee of Theresa Motz. I was unable to visit with her because Don Sparr was jealously picketing the entrance with a No Men Allowed sign. ■' I'J I,.1 W »A W - • ■»•=...................................... i TVIWVJ ■yrrx