St Edward High School - Beaver Yearbook (St Edward, NE)

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- =The Beaver— Senior Class Prophecy It was a dark, rainy day in April of 1977. Just the kind of a day which makes one feel like reading or just sitting and dreaming of the past and of good old high school days which passed so swiftly. Betty Lou Anderson of the class of 1977 of S. E. H. S. was spending the week end in the country with her grandmother Anderson. Betty had been looking for something to do when all of a sudden she remembered that her grandmother had also graduated from Old S. E. H. S. and had promised her that some time when she felt well enough she would show Betty Lou her graduation gown, memory book and things and tell her about her old classmates. “Grandma,” asked Betty Lou “Won’t you show me your graduation gown, and memory book and things this afternoon and tell me about your old class? You know you said you would someday, and on rainy days like this I just love to hear stories like that.” “Well, well, I certainly will,” replied grandma. “My old heart is just aching to talk about my old school days again. Come and help me upstairs and I’ll show them to you.” Grandma was helped upstairs to the attic where she seated herself in an old fashioned rocking chair beside an old trunk. Betty was just bubbling with excitement for she herself was to graduate in May and she was busy picking out her graduation outfit. “So you want to see my graduation clothes first? Well, well, I’m sure there could be no better time than this afternoon. My, how you do take me back to my high school days! Fifty years may seem like a long time to you, but to me the memories of our old class seem but happenings of yesterday.” “Yes, I graduated from the same school you are graduating from, but my! what a change since ’27. You know, they tore the old school building down, back in '48 and built the fine modern one you now have.” “I suppose you wonder how we ever got along with any smaller building, but then you must remember that there weren't so many children went to school in those days. I suppose it’s because there were not so many people living here them. “My! how this old trunk lock sticks: but I guess it’s got a right to; you see it hasn’t been open for years. My! but its dusty! child. My back has been bothering me so much of late that I haven’t been able to keep the old attic as tidy as it used to be. Ah, here is the gown right on top wrapped up in this paper just as it has been for years.” Grandma unwrapped the gown and spread it across her lap affectionately. “There it is, dear, isn’t it beautiful? I see you are smiling, well, I don’t blame you; it don’t look much like the dresses you girls wear now days, but then, that was the way they wore ’em back in twenty-seven and you can bet there wasn’t a prouder girl, or boy either for that matter, than I was that night of Commencement. Here are the stockings I wore too. Feel them, you can’t get that quality silk now days, at any price and I remember I only paid a dollar and seventy-five cents for them too. Here are the slippers I wore, I suppose they look kind of queer to you too, but I thought there wasn’t a prettier pair anywhere. Let me see—yes I think I got them at Hasselbalch’s. See that scuff there on that toe? That’s where Donald O’Bryan stepped on my toe at the Alumni Banquet. Seems like he has left his mark on nearly

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—— The Beaver= ■ —-■■■■■- 28. I, Greger Andreason, being an experienced typist do will and bequeath to Ilene Saunders my typistic and chaufferistic qaulities. 29. I, Charles Baustert, having a generous nature, do leave to Gordon Matzen the privilege of taking Dorothy Engel to town every noon. 30. I, Violette Nelson, knowing it will be of great value do will and bequeath to Audrey Nelson my “Him Book.” It will tell you which “hims” to seek and which to avoid. 31. I, Vance Webb, do deliberately will to Everett Rapp my size and appetite, also my ability to play fatherly parts in class plays. 32. I, Eloise Grossnicklaus, being of Swiss descent do present to Arthur Weidner my Swiss characteristics. You already have the “yodel.” 33. I, Twyla Marshall, famous in the art of sharpening pencils for the whole class, do carefully bequeath this talent to Isabel Greig. 34. I, Nina Anderson, having long been worried over the class funds, do will and bequeath to all future class treasurers, the worries and troubles of trying to get any money from said class members. 35. I, Katherine Christensen, being of a sober nature, do bequeath said sober nature to Freda Sauler. It gives one a studious appearance. Eighthly: All the rest, residue and remainder of our estate, real, personal and mixed we give, devise and bequeath to John Hood, absolutely and forever, in grateful recognition of past favors at his hand, said favors being: The removal of certain wads of “Wrigley’s Spearmints” unavoidably deposited in places that caused some slight inconvenience to fellow students; the obliteration of all writings and traces of other classes except our own in the assembly by means of erasers, broom and dustpan, soapsuds, sandpaper, Bon Ami, ammonia, Dutch cleanser, camphor, lemon juice and fresh air, since we had no desire to look on any one’s work but our own. We make, constitute and appoint our beloved sponsor, Vera E. Mitchell to be executrix of this our last will and testament. In Witness Whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our names this the 11th day of May, A. D., 1927. The Seniors of St. Edward High. 1927

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..... ------------------The Beaver— everything he attempted. Yes he is now president of the General Electric Company. You say you have read of him? Well no doubt you have all right.” “Here is the nineteen twenty-seven copy of the Beaver. It looks kind of smad beside the one S. E. H. S. now puts out. Gee, here is the picture of our class, there were thirty-seven of us counting our sponsor and mascot.” “This is Verna Harris. She owns a chain of beauty shops all over the United States now. Yes she is the one you read about.” “This is Lillie Skanderup. She taught school for a long while. She is married now and lives in Hastings.” “Hertha Pope, she did work in the Hotel Fontenelle in Omaha but I think she is somewhere in California now.” “Here is Johnny Hall. Yes, he is the rich old fellow who owns the Blue Cab Taxi line in all the large cities.” “Here is Stanley Peterson. He is now head butler at the White House where he has worked for about fifteen years.” “This is Bertha Truelove. She taught school for a year or two after leaving school. She is now a prominent concert violinist and instructor in the Chicago School of Fine Arts.” “Here is Marion Buck. He went into professional baseball some years ago. He was with the New York Giants for seven seasons. His name has been foremost in baseball for a long time.” “This is Morris Matzen. He was always a good friend of mine, rathsr quiet sort of fellow. He is now at the head of the department of English at Ya'e University.” “Kenneth Wells, here, was the editor of the Maroon in Twenty-seven. He’s been in the newspaper business nearly ever since. He retired to his home in Chicago last year, but he still writes for the American Magazine.” “This is Twyla Marshall and this is Olive Marshall. They both became nurses. Olive is in the St. James hospital in Los Angeles and Twyla went with a group of other nurses to Hawaii a few years ago.” “Luella Parhntan of course you know, she teaches in S. E. H. S.” “Here is Leonard Thoniazin. Of course you know who he is; he is Secretary of Treasury of the United States.” “This is Harlan Nelson. He was one of our star basketball players. He was athletic star at the University of Nebraska and after completing his course he received the position of head athletic coach.” “This is Etta Roberts. She lives at Des Moines, Iowa now. She is a celebrated author and writes for the Red Book Magazine.” “Eva Miller was our school pianist all through high school and she was also pianist for the High School orchestra. She has played on the Chautauqua p'atform for a number of years.” “Here is Frank Fonda our class president. He was also the first student manager of S. E. H. S. Seems like he has been at the head of something ever since high school days. He is now president of the World Broadcasting Company.” “This is Vance Webb. We always called him “Cow”. When Christina Jacobsen began to win fame as Contralto Soloist she hired “Cow” for her manager and advisor. This is Theola Guiles who is now her Accompanist.” “This is Violette Nelson. She went to New York and the Follies snapped h.r un.” “Here is Alice Flaherty. She is an instructor at the University of Nebraska.” “Marie Alberts, here, is in Omaha Tech; where she has taught for a number of years.” “That’s Eloise Grossnieklaus. She was bookkeeper at Hasselbalchs’ store for several years. She later married a garage man and settled here in St. Edward.”