Wauneta High School - Broncho Yearbook (Wauneta, NE)

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Class Propk ecy The good old times I spent in the Wauneta High School were nearly forgotten, by the time I had reached that age where I had a few brains. Bucking the board of trade did it. Although I had spent many dollars, I had secured enough to supply myself with the finer things of New York City, but a longing to travel crept over me and nothing else would do. On the morning of September 3, 1946 I boarded the New York Central and headed west to get a better knowledge of the Great Lakes and their surroundings. While at the station at Buffalo, waiting for the boat, I was stopped by a young gentleman with one of those “Sherlock Holmes” looks, who asked me my name. I told him, and to my surprise it was Theron Merrill, my long loved chum —Sargeant of the Illinois Detective Bureau, crossing the great lakes to look after some shortages in the government gold mines in Minnesota. He informed me that, if I should wait in Chicago a couple of weeks, he thought he could secure a vacation and go with me. During my wait in Chicago I attended everything of interest and I met an old school mate. Hazel Snyder, now a famous society lady of Chicago. My stay was not long there, as Theron secured his leave of ninety day vacation. We left Chicago by car, but were called for speeding by a big hefty cop. We recognized him as Barney O’Neill, and he let us go with a good hearty laugh and a few friendly words. On our tour to Washington, we stopped in Philadelphia. That evening we attended a theater and found Carolyn Judd to be the leading dancer of the Zieg-field Follies. On boarding the train the next morning, we met Vera Gibson. She was headed east to visit Miss Watkins to find out how to handle “High School pupils who speak when they are not spoken to.” We reached the capital city in safety and during our stay we found our old football captain, Claude Knotwell, to be the Secretary of the Interior with Ena Frasier as his private secretary. Our next hop was west, this time by airplane. The plane was piloted by a trusted old schoolmate, Grace Metcalf, known the world over as the “Lady Lindbergh”. During our wait in South Bend, we visited the University of Notre Dame and found Norris Nesmith to be the successor of Knute Rockne as head football coach and making the Irish boys believe he wasn’t a Swede just because of his red hair and his big feet. Our journey to the west coast was made short by fast airplanes, and we arrived in San Francisco in time to hear Miss Dolores Theobald, the lady governor of California, give a magnificent speech on “How they grow corn in Nebraska. We journeyed down to Long Beach and found that Doris Van Cleave had just been presented with the banner, “Miss California”, in the largest beauty contest ever held west of the Mississippi River. Page Ten

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In the eleventh grade Robert (Bob) Richards was found among the girls of the class. Lowell (Jerry) Stilgebauer ‘the Wonder Kid” a student that came from McCook, and Hazel Snyder, very bashful but a good sport were also added to our class roll. This year Mr. George Travis was our class sponsor. “Carrots” .vas chosen cap‘ain. of the basketball team of !9?8 When about time for the Seniors of ‘28 to paint the town, the boys of the class of ‘29 stayed up and watched but the Seniors decided not to paint until the following night. However, we got up in time to put our ‘29 over their '28. The best of all was the paint that got on Ed. Trump’s lawn. Because of an auto accident, Beth Crow lost a year and joined our class in our Senior year. Mr. Relph J. Lofton was our sponsor. The football team missed “Hooly” who moved to Idaho with his parents in the summer of ’28. “Knotty” was chosen captain of both football and basket-ball for the school year of 1928 and 1929. In all four years of high school, the class of 1929 has been represented on all first teams of athletics, and two of the class, Claude Knotwell and Norris Nesmith, have earnd four letters each in football and basketball. This is a good record and we are proud to be members of the class of 1929. CLASS POEM When we started out to High School, This class of ’29, I’m very sure no Freshies E’re looked so green and fine. Wo registered for English, Algebra, Civics, and the rest, No other class in High School Ever promised to be the best. We proved our worth as Sophies On football field and track; We’ve helped to put Wanueta In the middle of the map. Our Junior year was brilliant, We’ve done our work all right, And we’re proud to hang our Pennant up. Our colors, blue and white. Thru’ these four long years of High School, ’Midst scenes we know so well, The mystic charm, to knowledge We’ve vainly sought to spell And now that we are leaving, We’ll miss you, one and all— But we’ll meet and work together Somewhere on this grand old ball. Page Nine

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We boarded an “around the world boat” and met Helen Von Stade, teacher of foreign languages in the Columbia University, going to Japan to secure some more facts to put in her seventeen thousand page volume entitled “History of the Universe”. Much time was spent in leisure on the boat. One evening as I was sitting in the dining room, I saw a young lady, who after an inquiry I found to be Mrs. Herbert Hoover Jr., formerly Miss Nellie Jones of Wauneta. Our tour was not interrupted by any more of our friends until we reached South America. During a short stay we found Fred Good to be the manager of the English Crown Diamond estates. The next stop was in Pisa, Italy, on the Mediteranean Sea, and there we found Bill Green, Professor of History at Harvard, securing all dimensions and angles of the Leaning Tower, so he could construct its likeness in the United States. While leaving the Mediteranean we stopped at the Straits and there found the old sheik, Harold Frasier, editing a newspaper, the largest and most widely circulated daily newspaper in Spain, and known as the “Gibralter Breeze.” At our stop in London, to visit a session of Parliament, we found Francis Wheeler, alias Dan McMullen, the head valet to the Prime Minister of England. We went north from England and on our visit to the Shetland Islands found Harrie Tackett owner of the largest Shetland pony farm in existence and as happy and cheerful as ever.—So was Eunice. Our next journey was a long one, to the South American continent. Here we were surprised to find Ellis herding sheep, on the Argentine plains, and writing some magnificent poetry and wonderful essays during his spare time. On our return to the U. S. a desire to visit the old town came to us; so we left Miami by airplane on a nonstop flight to Wauneta. It was but a matter of a few hours before the plane landed safely in the Wauneta Airport. The first of the old schoolmates we found at home was Bob Richards, who by his natural talent had put into operation the largest successful irrigation project that was ever attempted in the U. S. He greeted us with a happy smile and during a ride in the country north of Wauneta, we were taken to the farm of Omer Troxel where we found Lois and her two children the pride of the progressive Nebraska farm. The next day was a big day in Wauneta. It was Thanksgiving and Wauneta was to play Imperial. We found Coach Lofton the same as ever saying, “Now, fellows, I don’t know what to tell you guys, but the only way we can win this old game is to get in there and fight. See?” etc. etc. Prof, was still doing his duty as the teacher of civics and law with Beryl Crowell as teacher of English and Latin and Beth Crow as the Math, and History teacher. Although our stay in Wauneta was cut short by business and time, our return home found us well pleased and more than satisfied with the success of the Class of ’29. Page Eleven