Rosalie High School - Bulldog Growl Yearbook (Rosalie, NE)

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Class Will Continued I, Larry Pearson, will and bequeath my snow shovel to Darwin Perrin; my ability to keep away from going steady to Jackie Slaughter; my ability to get home early to Loren Ahlers, who needs it; and my cowboy boots to whomever they may fit. I, R W Blankenbeckler, will and bequeath my tallness to Kenny Nelson; my ability to stay out of trouble to Darwin Perrin; my worn out pickup to Jim Barada; and anything else to anyone who can use it. I, Kathleen Canarsky, will and bequeath my desk to anyone who wants it; my alertness to Wes Gunderson; my good hand writing to Claire Johnson; and my books to the Junior class. I, Patty Gustin, will and bequeath my loudness to Ger- aldine Tessmer; my dramatic ability to PAr. Beck; my studious habits to Claire Lundgren; all my accompianist jobs to Karen Klintworth; and my seat in the assembly to my brother, Jim, hoping he takes better advantage of it's strategic position than I did. I, Gerrett Pape, will and bequeath my flat-top hair cut to Tom Anderson, who needs one as bad as I did; my abil- ity to get into trouble to Henry Canarsky; my basketball suit to Jim Muhle; my class ring where it is; and everything except Geraldine Tessmer to anyone who thinks he can get away with it. I, Donna Andersen, will and bequeath my cheerleading outfit to Diane Kinning; my beautifully carved desk to Jackie Slaughter; my ability to get in early at night to Darwin Perrin; my good conduct to Wes Gunderson; and every- thing else to anyone who wants it. I, Joe Mallette, will and bequeath my desk in study hall to Dennis Anderson; my good behavior to Darwin Perrin, who can use it; my football jersey to Rita Krumweide; and my wearever pen to Claire Lundgren. I, Mary Donlin, will and bequeath my drivers license to Karen Klintworth; my chemical experiments to anyone who can stand the smell; my cautious and quiet ways to Barbara Slaughter; my height and blonde hair to Rita Krumweide; and my ability to stay out of entangling alliances to Patsy Pet- erson. I, Albert Krunweide, will and bequeath my ability to stick up for my rights to Darwin Perrin; all my pencils to whoever can swipe them; my ability to stay home to Jim Bar- ada; my desk to any Junior; and last but not least my poor beat-up ford to anyone who can get away with it. Class of I960

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY We are gathered together to discuss the problems ol jet propelled hot-rodders or this year, 1999. in the metropolis of Kosville, Nebraska, Gene Busselman, the present patrol- mein is working under his famous motto: Have Badge, will Catch . Just yesterday he was called out on special duty to catch Hot-Rodder Patty Gustin , who has been terrorizing the town with her zooped-up Chevy. Joe Mallette, a promi- nent citizen of RosVille, has been filing complaints about this reckless driving. He claims that these crazy hot- rodders have been driving over his lawn, and have completely ruined his beautiful flower garden. Last night, Gene Busselman arrested Mary Donlin for reckless driving. When she was thrown into the county jail, she found the cellmate to be an old ex-con, Sharon Freel, with whom she went through school. Special services are be- ing held this Sunday at the County Jail for the prisoners by Rev. Albert Henry Krumwiede. Linda (Bass) Nelson accomp- anies him and sings to the prisoners. It just doesn't reach their hearts. Larry (Soprano) Pearson used to accompany Linda in the singing. R.W. (Arf) Blankenbeckler, professor at Yale College, is giving a lecture to a group of students about Teen-Age Driving . Kathleen Canarsky, president of the Hot-Rod Club , doesn't think much of Professor Blankenbeckler's speeches, for she has just completed a course teaching all the members of this club the fundamentals of Hot-Rod Driv- ing . Gerrett (Angelic) Pape, one of her students, just can't seem to get the Knack of hot-rodding. The local newspaper, in Sharon Eby's column, has been carrying articles on this disturbing situation. The last article carried information about Donna Andersen, who took her Dad's truck around town. She turned a corner too sharp- ly and the truck jack-knifed on her. Gary Burmester came putting over the hill in his Model-T Ford, and when his brakes failed, ran right into Donna. It caused quite a dis- turbance, and now tireless Gene Busselman has another case on his hands. If things get too bad, Gene can always rely on the fa- mous State Patrolman, Mr. Beck, to help him out. —Jacquiline Slaughter Dennis Anderson ♦