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

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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

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CLASS PROPHECY Sitting relaxed. I was watching the clouds go speeding by. Here it is 1972 and election year again. Thinking about all the candidates who were “slinging mud”. I went to sleep to the gentle lulling roar of the engines. Presently I was driving down the highway. On one signboard I saw the picture of Pearl Weerts--that couldn't be my picture-but it was. Curosity made me stop to see what else it said: “Vote for Pearl Weerts for the first woman president. A man for every woman and a job for every man”. Getting the job ought to be a cinch with a promise like that. Suddenly I remembered that candidates always do personal campaiging so I started on a cross-country tour. Meadow Grove was my first stop. It is now the third largest city in the United States. Believe it or not. Kay Botsford is postmaster there. Stopping in to see him, I also saw Donna Rae Dougherty. She has been his faithful secretary for fifteen years. Kay has been trying to convince Skip that it would be nice to have her a-round the house but Skip is still undecided. Cruising up and down the streets looking for familiar names I came across a Chevrolet garage with a sign that caught my eye: “For wear and tear and whine and grind, you can’t beat a Chevy.” Howard Ellis, still as loyal to the Chevies as ever, was the proprietor. He has a thriving business, his main line being hot rods for school kids. A big black Ford pulled up beside me as I was leaving. I was really happy when I saw Joyce Synovec emerge. She is now Mrs. Warneke with trwo young sons and two beautiful daughters who constantly keep her on the run. She still has her long brown tresses which haven’t even begun to turn grey. My next stop was Denver. Seeing a large neon sign which said “Mona’s Dress Shop”, I went in to see if it coculd be Ramona Werner’s. It was. Talking with her I found that she got her man and she has her beautiful dream home which she planned in Home Ec. Of course I stopped in Hollywood to see how many of our class made it there. Going through one of the studios I ran across Lois McClatchey who is starring in a current movie. Visiting with her I found she had just returned from Paris where she had been modeling clothes in Lotus Weingart’s Dress Shoppe. Walking through the studio I heard a man singing not far away so I had the guide take me to see who it was. I was really shocked to see Bob Collins. He is a famous singing star now. A talent scout heard him when he was substituting for Jimmy Morgan back in 1955. Taking a southern route. I headed for the east coast. Before I realized it I was in South Carolina so I stopped to see if I could find Mob Monson. This seemed a logical place to find him—as close to the tobacco fields as he could get. Sure enough, he is owner of a large Old Gold Plantation but has been losing business lately. People are all taking that mile walk for a Camel because two coughs were found in a carload of Old Gold’s. Going north I stopped in Wachington to do a bit of campaigning. Was I ever shocked to find the White House painted pink! I was told that Karen Volk, now the wife of the president, had gotten tired of white so she had it painted. After reminiscing a while with her, she took me around Washington and introduced me to many important people. When I met Mr. Robert Horrocks as Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, I was really surprised. He had just finished a case concerning a high school student and pep-rallies. His decision was that “cat-calls” are legal. Eating in a cafe in New York. I thought the fellow sitting across the room looked familiar. When he came over and asked if I was Pearl Weerts I knew it was Eugene Abrahamson. He is now a multimillionaire with a beautiful wife and several little “pickles” around the house. He made bis first million running Kahler's blacksmith shop. I was awakened by the stewardess to tell me we had reached our destination. I left the airplane with happy thoughts because I had just seen all the members of the Class of ‘52.