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

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Twelve years ago we had but one Trojan of the class who mounted her horse and started towards the castle of education, this being JoAnn Ferry. Ted Van Dieken who was a member of the class until his Jr. year traveled the journey with her. The two of us traveled alone until the fourth grade when Donna Pierce overtook us and joined the crusade. We came to a creek where we camped for several months. When we were rested we found we were ready to Journey on. Mounting our horses we found Dick Werner, coming from Battle Creek, to join our crusade. On the sixth milestone of our journey, Dale Nelson, from Plainview, had joined our ranks. After stopping for supplies we found Gerald Van Gundy, coming from a rural achool, had joined us to become a Trojan. We traveled through our seventh lap gaining or losing no one. On the eighth stop of our journey Gerald Van Gundy had decided to go back to a rural school. By this time our horses had become so tired they could not go any further so we switched to atomic power horses. At this junction we were Joined by Mabel Pfisterer, Opal Pollard, JoAnne Avery, Lois Brown, Robert Dahl, and Gerald Van Gundy, who came from nearby rural schools to become Trojans of our clan. Our chancellor, for the Trojans, for the lap was Mrs. Fender. We chose Mabel Pfisterer for our captain, Lois Brown for our co-captain, and JoAnn Ferry for our secretary and treasurer. Coming into the tenth valley we found that Jerry Morris had Joined our ranks. Stopping again for supplies we found Carol Tiedgen, who came from Colorado, had joined us. Again this year Mrs. Fender was our chancellor. Ted Van Dieken was our captain, JoAnne Avery our co-captain, Lois Brown our secretary and Dick Werner our treasurer. Soon we came to a sign post saying Eleventh Grade Ahead. Jerry Morris and Carol Tiedgen had left us hoping to find a shorter route. Mr. Gordan was our chancellor for the first semester, but when he decided to move on to other grounds, we chose Mr. Slentz. Our captain for this year was Lois Brown, with JoAnne Avery as co-captain, Mabel Pfisterer as secretary and Donna Pierce as treasurer. Wanting to earn money for the Jr.-Sr. Banquet we stopped long enough to put on a play, My Darling Children, every member taking part. Ted Van Dieken s atomic horse began to slow down, so he decided to camp at Stanton for the rest of his high school days. We journeyed on to the Old Fashioned Garden and gave the Seniors a farewell banquet there. We came to a huge sign post that stated we were on the last lap of our journey. Duane Chittenden Joined our ranks to make our number ten for the final stretch. We chose Mrs. Steffen to be our chancellor, and turned over Mr. Slentz s horse to her. She mounted and led us through our battles. JoAnne Avery was captain. Bob Dahl was co-captain, Lois Brown was secretary and Duane Chittenden was treasurer. We stopped long enough to give Take Your Medicine, in early April. Bob Dahl and Dick Werner took time out to play basketball and boost the Trojans on at a few good looking trophies. JoAnn Ferry also stayed a while and was again cheerleader for her third year. Mabel Pfisterer was a cheerleader, too. We deserted camp, to sneak away for a day of sight-seeing and fun. Coming back, we found that our atomic powered horses had deserted us, so we went the rest of the way on foot. On May 16 we were all handed diplomas which signified that we had come through our long journey of the twelve grades with flying colors.

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fraphtcu, Sitting on the stage of M.G.H.S. on the night of commencement, listening to the speaker, my mind began to wander and I suddenly found nyself in the year 1962. It seemed as though I was in an Airplane, tut being a very odd looking plane, I began investigating. Just as I got up someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned a-round to face Lois Brown, dressed in a stewardess uniform. I asked her what sortof machine I was on and she said nA flying Saucer” and this is our first trip to the moon. I was so shocked that I fainted and when I woke I found myself on board a very beautiful yacht. I looked around tut there seemed to be no one on board, yet we were moving. Just as I started to take a step the boat tilted a little and tumped into something so that I fell to the floor. It was then I saw someone coming toward me. Much to my surprise I recognized Bob Dahl. Bob told me that he just couldn t manage his father s farm. He always had to get up too early in the morning to milk the cows. Just then there was another jolt and this time when I awoke I found myself in a beautiful Concert Hall. I heard someone singing and then I saw Gerald Van Gundy standing on the large stage, but was I ever surprised when I recognized the song he was singing as nI m a Lonely Little Petunia in an Cfaion Patch.” When Gerald finished his song I rushed outside, having heard a police siren, and just barely recognized Dick Werner as he whizzed by in the Chiefs Car. Wonder who he s after this time? I read in the papers that he had caught the gang that was stealing his cigars from his desk. It seems someone set a rat trap and caught the b—rats. All the excitement being over for the time being I began to walk down the street. I was deep in thought as I crossed the street so I didn t notice the light was red and not green. Much to everyone s surprise I made it to the other side of the street. I noticed a cute little tuilding nearly and being of the curious kind I went in. There were two or three richly-dressed women in this store and sitting £ a desk at the back of the room was Mabel Pfisterer. I walked back to talk to her and she said she was a dress designer for a large company in Hollywood. She also told me that Duane Chittenden was a Professor at a College in France. She said that JoAnne Averv was singing with Harry James band taking Betty Grable s place and doing a good job of it, too. Just then another customer came in and I left. I noticed the time of day, which was 6 p. m. so I went into a cafA named ”Jo s Palace,” As I stepped in I saw Jo Ann Ferry standing behind the counter. Jo said she owned this cafA and one in San Francisco. It was a beautiful place and I could see why she named it the Palace. Finishing my supper I noticed on the television set a girl that looked very familiar. Then the announcer introduced her as Donna Pierce. Tonight she was to start her first trip around the world. Just as I was leaving, about ten women came in and one of them I recognized as Opal Pollard. She told me she was a teacher now and they were having a convention. Just then I woke to hear my name being called to walk up and receive my diploma.