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

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CLASS HISTORY It was the fall of'4 8. A beautiful day but the bells sadly tolled the end of three months of wonderful vacation. Starting their ninth year together, Kay, Howard, Patty, and Pearl, with others picked up on the way began their first year of high school at Good Old Meadow Grove High. Sventeen scared little freshmen went through initiation and immerged as true and loyal Trojans. With Mr. Leamons as our guide we began our journey. Parties added variety to the regular schoolwork and in the spring we went to Norfolk to see a few of the sights. Everyone managed to struggle through Algebra and General Science but everything learned was forgotten the minute the final tests were over. We lost Arlan Mozer during the year and come back for the second lap of our journey with sixteen. Mr. Luttman was our sponsor and he brought us to the end of the year with flying colors. We sponsored the Christmas party this year. It was a lot of fun - what with baking and decorating cookies and trying to get some good entertainment ready. Of course, that was put off 'til the day before the party. With Mr. Luttman again as our guide we began our Junior year. The loss of Joyce Schlueter and Jeanie Pratt cut our number to fourteen. We presented the mystery play “Midnigth” during November. After seeing us perform the talent scouts were going to send some of the class to Hollywood but the teachers refused to part with- any of us. Patty Lewis left our ranks to become Mrs. Vertis Nathan at the end of the first semester. A colonial setting was used for the banquet which was given for the seniors in the spring. A colonial house, the garden gate, willow trees and a full moon in the sky made it very pretty with the meal eaten by candlelight. The class provided a royal guard for the seniors in an impressive candle-light ceremony at Commencement. Coming back in the fall of ‘5 1 for the lap of our journey we numbered eleven. This time we had lost Dick Terry and June Jenkins. We chose Mrs. Steffen to guide us through this eventful year. Getting the Annual made was a lot of work but also a lot of fun. In December we were entertained at a Christmas party at the home of Mrs. Steffen. Later in the year we journeyed to Norfolk to have our pictures taken. In the spring we took off on the annual “Sneak day” which was a welcome change for everyone -Seniors, underclassmen, even the teachers. The Senior class play and the banquet came and went and graduation suddenly caught up with us. When we graduated from the eight grade the time when we would be Seniors seemed a long way off but Father Time has kept the years rolling rapidly by. May we all be as successful in the years ahead of us as we have been in those past.

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CLASS WILL We, the Seniors of Meadow Grove High School in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and fifty-two, being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish and declare this our last will and testament. I, Eugene Abrahamson, will my ability to make Mr. Merklinger say “out” in Geography class to Gary Kuchar and my nickname “Pickle” to anyone who is sweet enough to deserve it. I, Kay Botsford, will my “easy-to-keep-in-place” waves to Sharon Goulding and my whiskers to Robert Jensen. I, Bob Collins, will my favorite parking spot to anyone after 11:30— if they’re slick enough to find it — but DeVoe doesn’t go with the deal. I, Howard Ellis, will my beard to Joe Dusel and my hot rod Chevy to “Dizzy-Dean” Sanne — he’s the only other person who can drive it, I, Bob Horrocks, will all my dates to Bob Hopkins and my alibis to Jerry Daugherty — Be careful which ones you use, Mrs. Steffen knows most of them. I. Lois McClatchey. will my happy-go-lucky attitude to the poor serious minded Freshmen and my boy friend to the Junior girls if they think they can get him. I, Bob Monson, will my “cat calls” to Stanley Sanne and Jim Lewis---Watch out for Mrs. Steffen - and my nickname “Moonshine” to anyone who can’t afford to buy it. I, Joyce Synovec, will my seat near Stanley and Jim to Darlene Duha-chek so they will have somebody to pick on next year and my tall, slim figure to anyone who’ll take the nickname “Catfish” with it. I, Karen Volk, will my nickname “Cookie” to that up-and-coming Freshman, Lloyd Avfery and my daily exercises to Patty Anderson. I, Pearl Weerts, will my little feet to Bill Arrison and my A’s to Joe Sanne — Make good use of them. I, Ramona Werner, will my ability to flirt with all the boys to Lotus Weingart and my early hours (early in the morning, that is) to the Freshmen girls. To Mr. Adams we will a suitcase to carry his test papers around in because his grade book won’t hold them all. To Mrs. Steffen we will a new desk twice as large as the one she now has. To Mr. Merklinger we leave some peace and quiet. He’ll appreciate it. To Mr. Weber we will a brand new engagement ring with no strings attached. To Mr. Switzer we will a step ladder under the Study Hall clock or an accident policy if he continues to use the dictionary table. To the underclassmen we leave the teachers, or what is left of them after another year with us around. To the Juniors we leave all the seats we have torn loose in Room 8. (That includes all of them). To the Sophomores we leave the typewriters that we mistreated last year and the Juniors are mistreating now. To the Freshmen we leave the right to discard their “greenness” and become Sophomores next year. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, the parties have hereunto affixed their bands and seals on this last will and testament of the Class of ‘52. President Vice-Presidrtit Secretary-T reasurer