Amana High School - Bugle Yearbook (Amana, IA)

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IH-lb THE FIRST DAY AND THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL The first day of school is the day no stu- dent wants to think about, but when it comes to be the last day of school you can't keep the students from thinking about that day. The first day of school is very noisy because all the students tell each other what has happened during the summer vacation. The last day of school is even noisier than the first day because all the students are glad that another year has gone by. Of course there is still a little un- happiness about what the report card will say. When the day comes for report cards to be handed out and the students see that they go on to the next grade, then the joy and happi- ness comes out. -Charles Roemig ARE THERE ANY HWISER MENU? A wise man learns from his experiencesg a wiser man learns from the experiences of others. As I read this quotation the first thought that came to me was the ninth of six- teen scientific attitudes that my biology teach- er had given us to learn during the first class period in that subject. The ninth scientific attitude as I remember it, stated, A scientist prefers to do his own experimenting but when it will help he is ready and willing to use the observations of other people. We know that it is only through experience that mankind has learned, and progressed. Many of the most difficult problems must be solved by a simple trial and error method. Man and the world would never have pro- gressed beyond the infant stage if it were not possible for man to learn and profit from his experiences. A child plays with fire or goes too close to a hot stove until one day he burns himself. The next time he will know better. A parent's warning would not do. Experience and only experience must teach him. A high school student won't learn that only previous study will get the test written and returned with a good grade. The student won't listen to advise, though. He has to fail a test before he even begins to wish he had studied more. The reckless driver has to have an accident before he realizes that he is a menace to hu- manity. These people are wise enough to know bet- ter the second time. They learned from their own experiences. I Why does the child have to be painfully burned? Why must the driver have an accident and injure or even kill someone? Vfhy must these things happen before people realize that they were wrong and someone else was right in trying to tell them so? Why could they not be wiser and learn from someone else's exper- ience? As wiser There others and pay attention to their experiences. The child has probably not developed the mental power to learn from o-thers, but the teen-age boy or girl and an adult should be able to learn from the experience of others. A normal adult mind should be able to put the experiences of others into use for himself. In a laboratory two' dogs were shown how three other dogs were held every time they tried to escape through one particular opening. When these two dogs were released, one hesi- tated, but the other immediately chose the sec- ond means of escape and was not caught. He learned from the experience of the other dogs. Man, who believes he has reached height of mental developement for this day and age, seems sometimes not able to do what the dog in the laboratory did. For example, no matter how many traffic accidents we see and hear about we still can't learn from these and try harder to avoid them. On the contrary, we still insist on making our highways a place for the mass destruction of lives every day. far as I can see there are far too few men of whom the quotation speaks. are too few people who will listen too Until the time when someone finds a way to teach people the value of the experiences of others and how to make use of tltem first hand experience seems the only thing for these well informed people who inhabit this earth. Everyone seems to be from the show me state. They wonder why no one ever told them. The truth however, is that they have been told, only they didn't listen. Learning from the experiences of others seems to be a scientific attitude made for scientists and not for the average person. -Betty Lipman IN THE SPRING A YOUNG IVIANS FANCY TURNS TO THOUGHTS OF BASEBALL A Spring brings different thoughts to differ- ent individuals. The country, the village, and the town folks begin to get out their hoe and rake, preparing to force Jack Frost into hiber- nation for the summer. The children already think of the time when school will be over for the year and they can again turn to their care- free and happy ways, playing games and annoy- ing mother with their mischief. To the teen- age girls a strange fever comes around, which seems to be quite contagious. This is called spring fever. Exactly what effect it has on the girls I don't know, but they seem to be walking on clouds and not making any sense. One just has to humor them until they are out of this trance, which usually lasts a few days. But the boy's thoughts and fever strictly have to do with baseball. As soon as the last snow has melted, the baseball atmosphere creeps into the school. It begins with a meet- ing open to anyone interested in baseball. Then a captain and a manager are elected, and now things start rolling. Soon one sees the no- tice Baseball practice after school. That is the time when one really begins to realize that spring is here and that soon our gang will be competing against other teams with the same baseball fever. After a few weeks of practice this day finally comes. The girls at this point also go out for base- ball. No, not as players or bench warmers, but simply as reinforcements with their cheering and rooting for our train, whether they're win- ning or losing. On the way home from these games all you hear is Boyl what a game, Good play, jiml , What a dandy catch, or The umpire certainly favored the opponents , and the girls or anyone else for that matter have a hard time trying to distract the boys' attention. And so as the season goes along, just as the girls talk shop about clothes so the boys talk of baseball. -Lillian Dickel SCHOOL IN THE SPRING You wander slowly, you hear the bell, But your thoughts are not where they ought to be. You have no ambition, no excuse will sell, Because the teacher's thoughts are where yours should be. So you're off to school in the spring. You climb the stairs, they're higher novi Than they were 'ere the lovely spring was here. You walk to your seat, and wrinkle your brow- Why hadn't you studied while your thoughts were clear? So you sit in school in the spring. You come to class. Where can it be? I had it here just a minute before! The paper's gone--what a lovely tree! Your springtime thoughts are with the no more. But you're here in school in the spring. class The bell again, you hear it ring, And you're happy that class is o'er once more. Another bell, but this is spring And your steps are lighter as they cross the floor- It's the end of school in the spring. -Rosemarie Lipman l'xxenly-one CHILDHOOD CHRISTMAS The first Christmas I remember was the one when I was three years old. The day after Thanksgiving my heart would thump with joy and my stocking would be hung up. At night I would try my best to keep awake so that I could see Santa Claus. Finally my wish came true. One Saturday afternoon we went to Cedar Rapids,'and Mother took me to see San- ta. I was scared stiff, but since Mother was with me my nerves eased up. There was quite a line of children to see Santa. Finally my turn came. I approached him rather slowly but then talked with him quite a while. I told him everything I would like to have. Upon leaving I received a book about Santa's reindeer. Many was the time the book was lent to my little friends. The reason I remember this Christmas was that my wish to see Santa had come true. -Virginia Krauss THE STORY OF RUSTY The story of this cat begins when he was already one fourth grown. When our little black and white cat got run over by a car, we decided we must have another cat, so we went to a farm to get one. On the farm there was a nice three-colored cat which our family would of liked to have. She was nice but she was a mean cat. My brother and I tried for half and hour to catch her but couldn't. Then we decided on a white and yellow tomcat. Although it is said that tomcats are lazy, we took him. He was very shy, but we penned him up for a few days and then let him out. He didn't run away. He liked it better at our house than at the farm. Often he brought a Sparrow or a mouse and ate it all but the feathers, a spar- row's feathers. Now he started to- grow to an enormous size, long and fat but still not lazy. Because of his rusty color we called him Rusty. Al- though he never comes when you call his name, he listens when you say it. We taught him a few things. One is to follow us when we call him and he does it. He always goes along to our neighbor'se house. We taught him to sit on the window sill if he wanted to come in or go out. Now he will soon be a year old, and al- ready he has grown to the length of two feet three inches from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. If he keeps on growing like this, he will soon look more like a dachshund than a cat. -Robert Trumpold SPRINGS NEW LOOKU Oh! to be in Amana no-w that April's l'ere. The grounds all around are changing from the old snowy to the new Spring look. The sun is busy melting the snow while the grass is busy getting ready for the new green look. The showers of April are certain to bring May flowers for the tulips are already popping out of the earth. The rain refreshes the earth, which smells so fresh after the people have been plowing it. The burning piles of leaves give the air a springlike aroma. That's cer- tainly a good sign that spring is well on the way. The chickens are running around outside and are very careful not to wander too far, for fear of shed all getting lost. Tlzey are beginning to the extra feathers that were so import- ant during the winter months. The babies are also expressing their happi- ness by gurgling at the lovely weather. They welcome the sun after the long cold winter months that kept them from go-ing outdoors. The youngstersbusy themselves with playing softball and baseball. Here and there you fee boys in fields flying their kites, while others are trying to get a tangled kite string out of a tree. On the street corners you see young mothers with their brand new buggies giving their babies the first glimpse of spring. All these and countless other things are what really gives spring that new look. -Helen Kraus

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Twenty OH! THOSE FRESHIES HARRIET ACKERMANN--With your ability to write poetry besides being able to sing, you should be able to woo your man with very GEORGE BERGER--Why don't you use that technique that you portrayed at the Halloween party to someone who will appreciate it? RICHARD EICHACKER--The seat near the window was put there to study and not to gaze out of the Window. NORMAN GEIGER--You seem to be rather bashful but I guess if we'll give you enough rope you'll be doing okay. MELVIN GRAESSER--Don't take the army say- ing Wipe that smile off your face' too' ser- iousl . HARSRIET HEGEWALD AND ALICE GEYER --We thought the new ruling was to leave the school building after school hours. What is the attraction? Not the baseball team coming in from practice? BILLY METZ--Take to heart the saying Cur- iosity killed a cat. KATHLEEN MOESSNER--Are you practicing to be Vera Vague's double? Or does all that energy and vitality come naturally? ELSIE MOSER--Are candy bars and ice cream cones included in your strict diet? ROY MOSER--How about growing up and act- ing like a gentleman! ALVIN MOUCHKA--When will you begin to understand that school is for the purpose of gaining knowledge and becoming a prize-fight- er. FREDRICK RENNER--How about conducting a class on How to make Fudge ? VIOLET RETTIG--You seem to be doing pret- ty well for yourself with the A. H. S. alumni-- how about showing us a trick or two! HENRY TRUMPOLD--Why not try eating growing mash, maybe that will do the trick! LEROY TRUMPOLD--just where did you get that shiner? Are you sure it was a snowball? LOLA ZABOKRTSKY--just why aren't you in- terested in the time of day anymore? Time go- es on, you know!-Lillian Divkel. THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE Frederic Renner's definition of the A. H. S. is Ah Have Suffered! DUEL IN THE SUN It was morning on the prairie, The sun was shining bright, When I loosened my holster For it was fitting to' tight. Across the plains came riding A dangerous looking lad, So I up and drew my 44, This made him very mad. He jumped off his stallion And looked me in the eye, I then had a gruesome feeling That I was going to die. I asked the critter for his name But he did not reply, Later all he said was, Brother, you're going to die. This made me very angry So I challenged to a duel, For I was very stubborn, Stubborn as a mule. We faced each other back to back, We each ten paces took, And when I filled him full of lead It turned him like a book. He then turned and plugged me, too. We got up and rofde awayg And when the sun went down There dawned another day. This may all sound very silly And full of vigor and zest, We didn't die because we each Had on a bullet-proof vest. -Raymond Oehl STUDY HALL SURVEY Let us imagine that we are one of the teach- ers conducting a study hall. As we wander around the room we see: Jeanette Franke with her nose buried in the latest novel. She manages to tear herself away long enough to greet her friends, however. Leroy passing around a bag of eats to the gals around him. How about passing it a- round a little farther next time--we are hun- gry, too. Anne Marie and Willard L. having a gigg- ling gay time. just what goes on between you two? Betty Jane, either taking her afternoon beauty sleep or sneezing continuously disturb- ing the peace and quiet around her. Willard Hegewald paying more attention to Kathleen than to his German. Carl Albert, a similar case, making goo goo eyes at our new student, Beverly. Oh, Oh! Henry and Carolyn again, com- municating with each other across the study hall. Eyes can talk, can't they? Billy Metz straining his ears and eyes to get the low-down on what is going on around him. You'll soon be a walking encyclopedia if you keep this up. The freshmen slyly working their way over to Harriet A.'s desk. Why? Probably to get help in algebra. Dorothy with a wad of paper in her hand aiming for a hole in the register trying to make a basket. Now we know why the study hall couldn't get warm, the register blocked up with Dorothy's paper wads. Fred making the rounds again. He starts at Glenn's desk, whispers a few words, and giggles. That done, he strides over to Ronald --a little noisier now and the giggle turned into a laugh. Finally he comes to his best pal Theo. Fred pulls up a chair standing close by and prepares to have a long uninterrupted chat. Oh, Oh! Here comes the teacher, and off goes Fred slowly but surely making his way back to his desk, not missing any chance to tease and irritate anyone close by. Melvin trying to find something more to his liking than the open book in front of him. Norman, Billy S., and Dickie rate a big grin. The forty minutes are almost up. Have the students really mastered something? Well, the next recitation will tell the tale. Virginia Metz is having a difficult time trying to decide whether to become the assist- ant store manager at Middle or to assist the driver for the jay's Potato Chip Company on his Monday route. Lillian Berger, why the sudden friendliness with a certain freshman girl? Could her brother be the reason? ,Y CAN YOU IMAGINE The freshmen respecting the seniors? Alvin Moucha with a butch haircut? Fred Baumgartner finding his own seat in the study hall? Vernon Hoppe dating? Virginia Metz not flirting with the available bachelors in school? Leroy Trumpold studying? Billy Metz without hair oil? The twins not being twins? Glenn Wendler paying attention in English class? The five senior girls without their mid-morning snack and caffee klatch? Fred Hahn not brushing back his wave? Roy Moser acting like a gentleman? Study hall without the little tinkling bell? Miss Leichsenring loosing her temper? Lillian Berger without freckles? Miss Rouner with a frown? Kathleen Moessner with a southern drawl? Dorothy Trumpold giving a pep talk? Betty Jane coming to school with jeans? George Eichacker flunking a test? Mr. Neveln without a tie? Harriet Hegewald doing the rumba? -Lillian Dickel IH-Us A YEAR AT A. H. S. A new semester here began When we returned to school in jan. A Y-Teen party gay and merry On Valentine's in February. School activities near and far All come up in the month of Mar. The month when lion and lamb do caper And young men's -fancy turn, that's Apr. After graduation day V . School let out in the month of May. June, july and August fly, Then it's back to Senior High. juniors sadly still remember Seniors present last September. Seniors nasty tricks concoct For the freshmen, last of Oct. To finish their work the students strove Vacation was due in the month of Nov. Merry Christmas to you all, Students in December call. OH, MY! WHAT IS OUR SCHOOL COMING TO? One day, one of our more talented pupils fwe shan't mention the name, gave a demon- stration of bird whistles and calls. He imi- tated such birds as the oriole, crow, hawk, robin. Finally he came to the last one and out came Let me out, let me out. After being asked by the puzzled group as to the name of such a bird, he said, A jail-bird. Miss Rouner is having such a hard time with her pupils that she has to resort to pro'- fanity. One day in science class slie told her pupils to talk to their parents about the dam business fCoralville Dam, that isj. Mr. Selzer certainly had the boys worried one day when he told the economics class that at times the government has to step in and take over the union suits. Miss Leichsenring, just what did happen the day you missed the noon bus back to school. It seems that the students aren't the only ones subject to school fever. If one would not know better we might almost get the idea that the A. H. S. was an institution for love to bloom instead of know- ledge to- bloom. How about that, G. W.- M. J. S., C. H. -H. Z., E. Z., -R. H.? -Lillian Dickel PRE-SEASON PREDICTIONS Baseball days are here once more, To fun and fame they open a door. Women, as men, love the game And cheer their heroes on to fame. Action will start in major league parks, Then fire will spring from pre-seaion sparks. All teams of both leagues their uniforms don, And lo and behold, the race will be on. Many new heroes of unsung fame, Like the A's Lou Brissie, the boy who was lame, Will shine and stand out as the nation's best, Different and better than all the rest. McCarthy back to Boston has gone, As other clubs stars did pawn. We'll see in a while just what effect These trades have had--and what neglect. No' one can tell for sure as yet, But I'll wager with anyone a fairly safe bet, Come August, September, and the end of the race The Cards and the Yankees will land in first place. -Madeline Oehl

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TD THE READERS DF THE 1948 BUGLE ln former years the Bugle usually constituted the work of the senior class as a whole under the direction of Miss Moershel. It is not the work of days or weeks or- even a month. The Bugle', as you see it is the work of the entire school year. Early in September the editors, Shirley Shoup and Betty Jane Lipman, met for the first time to plan this yearis issue, and the first articles by the seniors were due October 7. The last work was done during the week of the 26th to the 30th of April. This year the work began with two editors and eleven reporters. Differ- ent students were in charge of such departments as music, Y-Teens, dramat- ics, or general school news. As the second semester drew near, it was found that Shirley would be at the University of Iowag Fred Hahn, Don Meyer, Raymond Oehl, and Reynold Moessner would be workingg Marjorie Leich- senring and Lillian Dickel would be working a half day, and Marie Meyer would be leaving school altogether. All of these seniors had worked hard and done their share of writing during the Iirst semester. Then there remained just one editor and six seniors to write, three of whom were in school only one half day. The entire schedule was upset. Everyone was writing what someone else was supposed to, and even though this seemed contrary to etii- cient planning, it was the only way to get the Bugle published. Most of the writing was done by Lillian Berger, r Virginia Metz, Henry Zscherny, Vernon Smith, Marjorie Leichsenring, and Lillian Dickel. This was due to the fact that these students were in school both semesters. Much credit is due Virginia, who typed almost all of the written articles, and Betty Jane Lipman, who spent many hours checking, editing, and assembling the completed articles. As you may have noticed, there is a page devoted to each of the grades T-8, 9, '10, and 11, as well as a page for the Amana and South schools. In the writing of these articles the editor was actively assisted by Gene Kellen- berger and Mary Ellen Bahndorf of the Tth grade and Joan Foerstner and Lorraine Leichsenring of the 8th grade in gathering the immaterial for the jun- ior high page. In high school, freshman Harriet Ackerman, sophomore Carolyn Hahn, and junior Madeline Oehl are responsible for most of the work on the pages assigned to each of these classes. The teachers in the schools at Amana and South, Miss Zimmerman, Mrs. Randall, and Mrs. Disterhoft, helped one of the senior students compile the information on this page. All other people worked hard in getting together a school annual that everyone would like. The articles were written and the pages planned with the reader in mind. We hope you enjoy reading this issue. If you especially like some part,why not tell the person who wrote it next time you see him. We are sure they would like to hear about what you enjoy in the 1948 Buglef'