Beemer High School - Bobcat Yearbook (Beemer, NE)

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 One day as I was sitting in a buttercup in Mary Ann's (nee Twt’ius) flower garden, I felt a sudden jolt and found that tV’c flower in which 1 was sitting, was being picked. So, I being very inquisitive rs to whore the flowers wore going, decided to stay in the buttercup, Wien wo reached our destination I found it war. a hospital.:-.r.c Guess for v’h,T' the flowers were? None other than Arlin Hasenkanp. I gathered through the conversation tnat Hazy had been spraying his crops from an airplane v hen he saw a beautiful damsel driving a convertible, and all of a sudden C-R-A-S-H ' Now there's one less telephone bost sor t'.» of Poorer, t.'itb all the pretty nurses around, it appeared that he v»as not in a very big hurry to well. The conversation f’em there was very boring so I began to explore the corridors. When I finally lit, I found myself on the desk of the Supt. of Nurses, and it was Delores Loewe. Soon she discovered me and began to pursue me, I took refuge in the k-tchen where Dob Ma.hnke was just making his delivery of milk for the wor?x+ ,ii from his dairy farm. Seeing that I was not wanted here, I flew outside and into Bob’s Dairy ir:;y to exolore, but all I found was milk bottles. Pudrienly the be r3 slanod shut and to.ere I was, trapped, with nothing but rv' 'k bobtLcs wbtoh gently banged me around, Finally we stopped, the doers wars opsne i and a dizzy bee Emerge , IiE ! I discovered that I was at a c-hi drer's hospital, the name of which was Lily's Garden for 5: oken Flowers . Bob was met by the head of it, Lillian Holtz, While she wer giving him the orde , in ',ame Marjorie 1.11.rig, who I 1 1 was ir. charge of the bathing of the patients, carrying a little boy of no :h.( 2. It seems he had bit her for no reason at all ar.d tha w t ‘o t«, mow what should be done. Just then in walked John Grego. , th :■ rln'o renowned inventor. He wanted Lillian to try out his latest invv.iTion n the babies in the hospital. It was an automatic Delirate Diaper enuder . He wanted to get a patent on it and won- dered it’ it would worko I don't know why he djdn'i try it out on one of his ump- en little curly, blond haired daughters?????? Knowing I'd never need one I decided to snoop around the rest of the town. • ? All I saw over Beemer was posters which read: SFECJJU, TONIGHT----------- Freddie Daniel Boone Krueger, lecturing on his great experiences while hunting in the wxlds of vhe Elkhorn.

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11 This I thought should be something most extraordinary, so I de- cided to hear it, I arrived at the Auditorium judt fes he was relating how his dog, Friday had wandered into Alfred Battnhorst'i cattle farm and bit one of Batty's pure-bred Jersey steers. The steer got hydro- phobia and died. ill of a sudden I heard a lot of noise, so I flew to the window to see what was up. It was a big parade, I could not understand what was being said but a huge poster read: VOTE FOR LLOYD NELLOR, FOR PRESI- DENT, No wars, No strikes, No inflation, No depression, No nothing. Suddenly my eyes became fixed upon the beautiful blonde secretary at Flip's side. Her face seemed familiar—Oh now I know, it's Rose Marie Schiickbemd. She was one of the cute girls that graduated from Beemer in '49. After all that commotion, and me trying to escape the loving death swaps of many hands, I headed for the nearest building, exhausted. In- side I flopped wearily on a window sill proceeding to take a nap. But some dumb dado kept yapping on and on—about crossing com and wheat which proved to be very successful but good for nothing. That voice— I seemed to recognize T Mftedmy drooping eyelids and sure enough it was Arlen Lierraan, I gathered this was a meeting of the local farm- ers, for jusc then Marvin Picha suggested crossing apples and potatoes, so you wouldn't have to dig the potatoes. After I had my nap, I was filled with the desire for adventure be- yond the limits cf Beemer.. Ho-Illcw, nnd flr-vr, and fle and flew, and suddenly I found myself over a body of water and land nowhere in sight. My head started swirling and my tumny rose to my throat, and then- ---darkness. it I regained consciousness just in time to see who was slopping water all over me. There was Bob King ambitiously scrubbing the deck and with one big sweep he shoved me off into the water. But I don't care; I've done the thing which has made my life complete. I've seen all of the Seniors of '49. Glug-glug-glug—Goodbye 11 THE BEEMER BEE r r v