Wauneta High School - Broncho Yearbook (Wauneta, NE)

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Senior Class Prophecy One day in the middle of July 1975, I decided to take a space cruise around the universe to get away from the Earth's heat. As I entered the rocket taxi, I ran into the most famous scientist of our time, Professor Joe Rietsch and his laboratory assistant, Patricia Polly. They were going to Venus to the Annual Scientists Convention. Just as the taxi was preparing for flight a newly-wed couple hurried across the field to catch the taxi. As they came closer, I recognized Lenna Gauger and Everett Keiser from the old class of 60. For their honeymoon, they were going to Venus to take in some of that planet's beautiful scenery. I wish for them the best of luck! While the taxi was refueling of an asteroid between Venus and Earth, I took time to run in to see Judy Stock, the main chef of the Halfway Restaurant. Because she had had a lot of experience in restaurant work when she was in high school, she has started several branches in various planets. On Mars we stopped to get a new supply of air-sick pills. These had to be secured at the hospital so I ran in to see another old classmate, Rita Petr. It seems she attained her goal about becoming a nurse, and, even more, she is Chief Nurse. She told me that Ilene Berry had also received her R.N. Degree and she is now Rita's chief assistant. I had just enough time to say 'hello' to Vema Ingold as I left. She was sitting behind the switchboard doing her best not to become too confused so she wouldn't Goof. From Mars we went straight to Jupiter where we arrived just in time to see the annual Universal Track Meet. Upon inquiring I found that three of my former classmates were to participate in the meet. I wasn't surprised to find that they were Roger Deininger, George Ziegler and Gary Kitt. All of these boys had shown remarkable athletic talents in high school. Since our next stop was Earth, I decided to charter a small plane to take me to Wyoming. I had a very nice chat with Janice and Janette Thompson and Nola Troxel. They told me that they were doing real well and that they planned to enlarge their acreage to 500,000 acres. It seems they had had a stroke of good luck with some cattle and had been able to enlarge the herd and acreage as years went by. Incidentally I missed my plane, so I had to stay overnight on Earth. The next morning, bright and early, a new taxi took me to the moon where I had a nice time reminiscing with Jeannie Crow and Sharon Kerchal. They were both working behind information desks. Also working at the terminal was Linda Springer. She told me she was the stenographer for the President of the airlines. She deserves a nice job like that because she was always the fastest writer in Shorthand back in Mr. Stark's class. On the moon I had to transfer to a rather ancient ship because it was the only one scheduled to go to Saturn. And as luck would have it, the ship was struck by a small asteroid and we had to make a forced landing on one of Jupiter's many moons. We just missed colliding with Jim Maxfield, who was preparing to make some deliveries for the Roller Mills, His own business firm. He told us to go to the T and S Garage because the mechanics there were supposed to be the best. After much searching we found the T and S Garage. Guess what T and S stood for? Charles Teply and Harry Straub, the proprietors, no less. They had our ship fixed in no time so we continued on to Saturn. We arrived on Saturn just in time for me to look up Kent Doekter. He told me that he was running a large tourist place, along with a horse ranch, with the help of Gary Greeley, his partner, and Allen Nordhausen, his main foreman. I stayed overnight in one of their luxurious cabins and got up in time to take a horseback ride with the boys before my taxi was ready to leave. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing those boys again. Just before we landed on Uranus we almost had a collision with a Hot-rocketer who was being chased by a space-patrolman. When.we landed I found that it was Bill Terry who had just been trying out his new rocket. It seems that he had just gotten through zooping it up, for the Semi-final drag races. And just for this little exhibit he was fined $600 for reckless rocketing. I did get to talk to him while he was waiting to pay his fine. I guess he'll never leam. While we were on Neptune I remembered that some of my former classmates lived there so I decided to look them up. Unluckily for me they were starting the filming of the movie Planet Gangwars. Because Genevieve DeHart was to be their main star I didn't get a chance to talk to her. But I did run into the producer, Jean Maris, and the director, Ardith Lapp. They told me that they had done very well for themselves and they were hoping for an award for producing the best movie of the year. Also Genevieve was expecting to receive the Academy Award for being the best actress. I hope they receive their awards! Since our last stop was Pluto, I decided to spend the last few days of my trip at the racetrack. Much to my surprise I ran into all of my high school teachers there. Among them were Mr. Sutherland, Mr. Scheuler, Mr. Debus, Miss Ihrig, Mrs. Ough, Miss Gilkeson, Mr. Rose, and Mr. Simmons. They coaxed me into placing bets with each of them for the three main races. The winners of those three main races were Marilyn Haarberg on Flying Ace, Pamela Resler on Blue Fire, and Phyliss Brunt on White Flame. I hope your bets turn out better than mine because I lost to every one of those teachers! By Phyliss Brunt, Pamela Resler, Gary Kitt, and Ardith Lapp 12

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Senior Class Will Be it known, that we the class of 1960, of Wauneta High School, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do make and declare this instrument to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us made. Ilene Berry wills her ability to get mixed up to Elaine Anderson. Good luck, Elaine ! Phyliss Brunt wills her quietness to Colleen McBride. Take the hint, Colleen? Jeannie Crow wills her gift of gab to Delbert Colby. We hope you can make as good use of it as Jeannie did. Genevieve DeHart wills her luck at cheerleading to Kathy Hollinger. Hope you can use this, Kathy. Roger Deininger wills his attentiveness in English class to Cathy Haarberg. We know Roger was attentive ! Kent Doetker wills his ability to catch passes to any gal who is willing to throw them. Lenna Gauger wills her boldness to Linda Handel. See if you can match it, Linda! Gary Greeley wills his popularity during watermelon season to Jack Hunt. Good hunting, Jack! Marilyn Haarberg wills her capri trousers to Nancy Parker. Incidentally AREN'T to be worn to parties. Vema Ingold wills her ear set from the telephone office to anybody who thinks they want to try them out. Sharon Kerchal wills her old Ford to Janice Kerchal. We're sorry, Janice, but we had to. Everett Keiser wills his drag racing ability to Donna Sturtevant. Don't get caught! Gary Kitt wills his copying ability to Ronald Prior but we don't think he needs it. Ardith Lapp wills her noon hours to Donna Bridgman. Have fun, Donna! Jean Maris wills her old maids home to Nancy McBride. We think she will make a wonderful manager. Jim Maxfield wills his secret girl friend Kathy Hildenbrand to Bill Edwards, but you don't have to be as stingy as Jim was with her. After all there are other girls in this world. Allan Nordhausen wills his unused books to someone who can make good use of them. Rita Petr wills her ability to get along with the teachers to Kent Haarberg. Hope it helps you, Kent! Pat Polly wills her visits to the airport to Craig Gibbons. We hope you can learn to fly as well as Pat did. Pam Resler wills her boldness in English to Patty Weber. Watch out, Pat! Joe Rietsch wills his car to Donnie Rietsch. We hope you can keep it looking as nice as Joe did! Linda Springer wills her hot temper to Betty Muths. We know you appreciate this, Betty. Judy Stock wills her ability to make last minute excuses to Pete Fanning. This will get you out of many a scrape, Pete ! We know! Harry Straub wills his sideburns and curly hair to Kenny Lewis. Why don't you try it, Kenny? Bill Terry wills his little black book to Donald Wicke. From what we hear that book is filled. Charles Teply wills everything he doesn't have to anyone that doesn't need it. Janice Thompson wills her giggles to Gene D'Allemand. Come on, Gene, let's hear you giggle. Janette Thompson wills her ability to shut people up to anyone who wants to try it. Nola Troxel wills her art abilities to Jaunetta Sailors. Hope she makes as much use of it as Nola did. George Ziegler wills his ability to get out of doing English to Marcia Rueter. You can take it easy now, Marcia. To Mr. Sutherland we will a perfect, non-gum chewing, non-hookey playing, non-theme writing, non-talking Senior class. To Mr. Stark we will a brighter, neater, and more alert commercial class. To Mr. Scheuler we will a non-losing football, basketball, and track team. To Mr. Debus we will a 100,00 word theme on why Seniors cause gray hair. To Mr. Rose the Senior class wills a room closer to the office so his pupils won't have to walk so far. To Mrs. Ough we will an obedient chemistry class. Take the hint, kids, no more rotten egg gas when not needed. To Miss Ihrig we will a more well-behaved Senior English class, if possible. To Miss Gilkeson we will better cooks and sewers. This means girls who clean up messes like the Senior girls did. To Adolph Engell and Max Baldanado we will non-litterbug students, since you are losing the Seniors. To Mr. Simmons we will a singing Girls' Glee, Boys' Glee, and Modem Choir, rather than the talkative groups of this year. To the Juniors we will our well-studied books. We hope they can get as much good out of them as we did. To the Sophomores we will the good behavior of the Senior Class. Get busy or you'll never get it done. To the Freshmen we will all the fun we had in our high school days. Make good use of it, Freshmen. In witness we, the class of 1960, set our hands and seal on this the 11

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sol days rule days JBjn 'rithmetic Taught to the tune of a hickory stick I was your bashful barefoot beau You were my gal in calico You wrote on my slate 'I love you so' When we were a couple of kids. CL added