Wausa High School - Viking Yearbook (Wausa, NE)

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starting on this trip immediately, I expressed my regrets at not being able to come. However, I extended my heartiest congrat- ulations to my old classmate and her husband. 1 We did not have much time to wait, as the bus was now ready to leave. Soon we were on our way out ,of Omaha. The bus driver was of a rather stocky budd, and very quiet. I kept looking at him for sometime, as he reminded me so much of some- one I had seen before. At the next stop nearly everyone got off of the bus, leaving only the bus driver and my party to continue the journey westward. I We drove on for many miles neither of us saying a word, but both thinking the same thoughts, namely, that we knew each other. Finally I mustered enough courage to ask him if his name was not Sheldon Lind. He said that he was none other than Sheldon and a member of the class of '43. We talked over old times, and Sheldon told me that he was operating a trans- continental bus line, and once a week he took this bus on a part of its regular route, I was certainly glad that he had chosen to make this particular trip. From here on, the miles seemed to pass only too quickly, as we reminisced over the days we had spent in good old Wausa High School more than twenty years ago. When the bus stopped at North Platte, the bus driver took me into the station, to meet another classmate of ours. I had no idea who it would be, as Sheldon had not mentioned a word about him as we traveled along, Imagine my surprise and delight as he introduced me to Marlind Nelson, the manager of this large bus depot. Marlind had changed with the years, for his hair had turned gray, and he had gotten very thin. He told me that upon graduation from Harvard University, he had accepted a .position with the Lind Super bus line. We changed buses at North Platte, and continued westward on the Lincoln highway. Our next stop was Denver, where we remained for a day to see the different places of interest. In order to make the most of our short stay here, the soap company had made arrangements for a guide to show us around. I was very much surprised when we were introduced to Irvin Rosenberg, who was to be our guide during our stay in. Denver. Irvin was considered one of the best guides in Denver, and he knew all the spots of general interest in the vicinity. As we were walking up the mountain side, I asked Irvin how it happened that he had chosen this means of making his living. He said that he probably would not have been here, but for the fact that the doctor had ordered the mountain climate in the hopes of improving . the health of his wife, He had really learned to like his job, especial- ly as the guide season was so short. I wish we could have remained in Denver a few more days, but we had a number of places to go and not much time to spend at each, Our next stop was at a cactus plantation in Arizona. This place, I was told, obtained its brilliant electric lights from the juice of the cactus plant. The inventor was called a crazy scientist because he had spent about five years working on its developmlent. On the day the juice was turned on this scientist became famous all over the state of Arizona. I was very much excited after hearing about this, and could hardly wait until I

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joyed by a large audience. Baccalaureate services were held. in the new City Auditorium on Sunday, May 9, Rev. CLVF. Steiner being the speaker. Commencement exercises were also held 1n the auditorium on May 13th. Supt. Allen P. Burkhardt' of the Norfolk City Schools delivered the address at the exerc1s'es'.f A Theclass of '43 has the distinction of having the largest ,num- ber of boys graduating than does any other class to date, eigha teen boys and nine girls receiving diplomas. We the class of '43 have had many enjoyable times as well as trials and tribulations, in our four years in Wausa. Highf'School. ElVIay the knowledge We have received bring success and happi- ness in the future.-Janice Moline. ' 0 Q 0 ' SENIEIR CLASS PRUPHECY A GLIMPSE OF OUR FUTURE . Having finished my mornings work, I Went into the living room and sat down by the radio to listen to my favorite radio program, Tips to Housewives , which was a weekly broadcast sponsored by the Hult Soap Company. The announcers voice soundedlquite familiar. After listening for a while, it dawned on me that it was none other than my old class mate, Don Hult. He was announcing a stupendous new contest, first prize being a glamorous trip around the world. The purpose of the contest was to select a name, from' among those submitted by radio listeners, for a revolutionary new soap, which had just been perfected by the company. I immediately jotted down the name Nixsoap and mailed it to the contest director at once. 1 After waiting patiently for several weeks, I received a cel- egram stating that Nixsoap was chosen as the name for the new soap, and that I was the winner of the contest. A few days later I received instructions to report in Omaha at once to meet my chaperon, I was greatly excited, and so enthused about it all that I found it difficult to get ready in so short a time. It was such a wonderful opportunity and one which would, probably never come my way again. ' On the morning of our departure, I was at the bus station bright and early. While waiting for the bus to leave, a peculiar car drove up, and parked in front of the bus terminal. Several children were leaning out of the car windows, some were yelling, and some were crying, so that a person just could'nt help but notice them. In the front seat sat the father. The mother was rather small, her hair was quite gray, and numerous wrinkles were on her brow. As I sat there waiting for the bus to leave, I just couldn't help but look at her face. It looked so familiar and the longer I looked at it. the more positive I became that it belonged to someone, I had known a long time ago. I ran over to the car and introduced myself. The mother's face lighted up with surprise, as she recognized me as an old classmate. She said that she was a Wausa High School graduate with the class of '43. Then I knew that it was Lorraine Larson. She had been the first one of our class-mates to be married. Shewas waiting at the bus station for her two older boys to come home from col- lege, to attend their parents twentieth wedding anniversary next week. She invited me to attend the big event also, but as I was

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could see it with my own eyes, so we drove out to the plantation. ln front of a cute little bungalow, five children of nearly the same age were playing with a little toy engine trying to make it run. When they were about ready to give up, ,a tall lanky man came out and helped them. In just a few minutes the engine was running in perfect order. As no one had noticed - our ap- proach, we sat there watching them for sometime. Suddenly 'a little boy jumped up and ran to meet us. I immediately recogniz- ed some features of a classmate with whom I had attended 'school for twelve years. The boy took us to his father who prov- ed to 'be Charles El Dorado. We were very happy to hear about all his marvelous inventions. It was really remarkable the way he had invented niacliinery for eliminating the drudgery in his work on the farm. The next morning we started on our way to sunny California. Upon our arrival there we stopped to gaze at the homes of the movie stars in Beverly Hills, As far as we ' knew, there were none that we knew, but just toxmake certain we bought a direc- tory of those who made their homes in this district. We had al- most given up hope, when we ran across the name of Melvin Koehler printed in bold-face type. Immediately we surmized that ne was a man of importance. We guessed right, as under his nameg it said Manager M-G-M Studios. We went to visit his studio, but no one was permitted to enter unless they knew the manager personally or had a pass. We were out of luck until we saw a rather tall man with glasses come up, and bark out a few orders to theothers. We recognized him immeditely so proceeded to introduce ourselves to him, He received us gladly and invited us to attend the premie're of his latest production of Gone witln the Rain that night, which we accepted with pleasure, . After the premie're we were invited to hisliome for a sumptuous ban- quet, at which we were introduced to a number of his famous stars. We stayed in Beverly Hills for the night, and the next morning we set out for the harbor to board our ship which was to carry us to the isles in the Pacific. We were taken to the sea- shore in a new invention, the motrolocopter . This was the first time the inventor had tried it out. Vlneedrew a deep breath, took a good last look at the beautiful scenery around us, and then climbed into the contraption which looked like a motorcycle with drop wings. It could be used on the land, the sea, or the air. The driver was a short fellow with deep dimples in his cheeks. He had not changed much in twenty years, so we easily recognized him as the same old Dwaine Nelson that graduated with the class of '43, The ride to the port was very thrilling. When we reached the dock, instead of dropping us off where the other passengers were, he pulled a lever, a big wing appear- ed, and he dropped us on the deck of our ship. I By this time we were quite worked up, as the ride had been both nerve-wracking and daring. When we climbed out of the motrolocopter the captain of the ship was there to greet us. He introduced himself as Vaughn Erickson. But who was that beautiful brunette hanging on his arm? She was the one who had drawn our attention, but Vaughn just let out a little -laugh, and said that she was his childhood sweetheart, Lillian Ander- son.