Berne French Township High School - Our Yesterdays Yearbook (Berne, IN)

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Inset: Class officers, Waneta Nussbaum, treasurer; Art Muselman, secretary; David Schwartz, president; Marilyn Smith, vice president. Row 1. Ruth Allspaw, Valier Amstutz, Sally Bagley, Lanetta Bertsch, Roger Bixler. Row 2. Willodcan Bollenbacher, Duane Ellenbergcr, Dick Feasel, Wallace Flueckiger, Pauline Gerber, Walter Graber. Row 3. Chester Habeggcr, Loren Heare, Robert Huffman, Gerald Lehman, Willard Lehman, Larry Licchty. Charles McCrory. Row 4. Arthur Muselman, Conrad Nagel, Waneta Nussbaum, Robert Schindler, Betty Schug, David Schwartz, James Shoemaker. Row 5. Marilyn Smith, Beverly Sprunger, Kent Sprunger, Leroy Sprunger, Fred Stauffer, Cosetta Steiner, Robert Wittwer. We Rule Next Year We started our junior year with enthusiasm to make a new record for ourselves. We have done our best to achieve our goal set before us. For our first class play we gave, “Every Family Has One,” under the direction of Miss Blanche Stone This play proved to be a hilarious success. Oh, the troubles that were brought out in that play! For our political standpoint we think we have done pretty well for ourselves. We chose David Schwartz, president; Marilyn Smith, vice president; Arthur Muselman, secretary; and Waneta Nussbaum, treasurer. These officers have shown themselves worthy of our choice. This year we published one issue of the school paper “The Berne Bear Facts.” We hope that the juniors of next year will also publish this paper. It proved interesting reading for everyone, including teachers. On May 9, we entertained the seniors at the annual reception. Everyone was all dressed in their pretty formals and neat pressed suits. A good program was given for the seniors and delicious food was served. Good luck to all future juniors! 24

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CLASS PROPHECY One score, less ten years ago, Berne High School sent forth into this nation the class of ’47, crammed full of education and dedicated to bring forth glory to their Alma Mater. Now we are engaged in a great class reunion, seeing whether this classmate or that classmate, assembled from far and near, has succeeded. We are met at “Larry’s Gridiron” on Highway 27 on this night of our reunion. As we walk through the mirrored hall which leads to the spacious dining room we are met by the suave headwaiter, “Monk” Hirschy. As we are seated the lights dim, and in the spotlight we see Dorothy and Melvin still stepping the Arthur Murray way. Well, who is the center of attention over there? We break in and find it is none other than Julie Sprunger with a gang of male admirers eyeing her new frock. Thud! Oh, oh, a collision! Down to the floor goes a waitress under a shower of dishes, tray and all. Two people run to the rescue. Give her artificial respiration,” cries registered nurse Vera Habegger. Most emphatically no!” replies Dr. Stucky. “Presumably her tibia has constrained her fibula to emerge through her epidermis.” Wait a minute! Maybe it’s my case,” shouts mortician, Max Habegger. The ringing notes of a piano bring silence to the room again as Maestro Paul Baumgartner favors us with “Polonaise,” the favorite of our high school days. What are Altie and Alice so engrossed in? By the expression on their faces one can plainly see that it is a deep discussion of today’s domestic problems Our attention is now being drawn to the Master of Ceremonies, Jim Sprunger, who these days divides his time between a little printing shop and the “muck”. He announces that the reunion is complete except for two members, Robert Burley, now a missionary in Africa; and Coleen Schindler who is being busied by a blessed event. Roger Beitler changes the atmosphere considerably. Since he deals with an economics class each day, he looks at things economically and says, “If we would consume some food from the producer my appetite would stop pestering me.” The dinner commences and we enjoy a delicious concoction which was discovered by Dessie Habegger in her daily routine of farm chores. It just so happens that a naughty chicken got in her way and caused her to spill the milk in the chicken hash. Mona Sue and Mary Hewitt are slyly devoting their attention to transforming their paper napkins into airplanes. It must be the influence of their elementary school pupils who perform such acts in their kindergarten classes. John Smith, president of Smith Brothers, still vacations in Michigan each summer. We hear him relating some of his tall fish stories to his neighbor, engineer Fennig. Painter Stanley Luginbill, who also has an ear in the discussion thinks Mr. Smith tends to color his story a bit. Beth Centz leisurely sits back in her chair, undoubtedly recalling her globetrotting experiences for a large newspaper. We see Sam Sprunger lazily draped over a chair still in a daze even after graduating from Goshen College. His better half surely must be of some assistance in bringing him down from the clouds. Math Teacher Webb sits debating whether her class is perpendicular to the radius or if it equals the square of the hypotenus. These figures surely do get a person down. Across the room we see Flossie Beer who has just flown in from the city where she appears daily on the radio programs, Jethro’s Other Wife and Hearts in Discord. Rosie Beitler demonstrates to her friend, Barbara Yoder, a new way of handling her horse’s canter but she still thinks a Chevrolet rides smoother and therefore uses it to haul her family of three around town. Barbara changes the subject and states that she really isn’t sorry that she completed her nurse’s training even if she did get married the day after graduation. The conversation continues along domestic lines as their neighbor Evelyn Sprunger says that she enjoys being the wife of a pilot. We hear neither complaints nor remarks from quiet Mildred Hartman but we know she is satisfying the empty stomachs of the patrons at the bigger Palmer House. Conversation is now broken by the announcement of a vocal solo by Mary Ellen Nuss-baum who was recently soprano soloist for the presentation of Handel’s Messiah. Mary K. excuses herself and leaves early to tend to her youngest son who has the mumps. It seems that the majority of the girls have turned to the most common and suitable profession for women, homemaking, as Alverda Steiner shows by her discussion of a new bungalow complete with nursery. With the singing of the Berne High School song we part from our old friends, confident that the success of all the classmates, the entertainment by our classmates, and the renewing of friendships with our classmates shall not perish from our memory. Flossie Beer, Beth Centz. 23

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We’ re Nearly J uniors As sophomores, we chose Thomas Zehr for our president. He was supplemented by Marjorie Rawley as vice president. Claudette Nagel as secretary, and Frederick Sprunger as treasurer. These officers have proven to be very capable of their positions. As a class we want to encourage all future sophomores to make the best of their school days and to keep the name of sophomore in glory. Don’t worry, freshmen, we aren’t going to wear out all the teachers for you. Remember, they have a whole summer to recuperate back to their normal strength for you. The sophomores worked up a play to present to the student body. It will provide us with some experience for our junior and senior years. The whole student body got out of studies when we presented it. Inset: Class Officers, Marjorie Rawley, vice president; Claudette Nagel, secretary; Thomas Zehr, president; Frederick Sprunger, treasurer. Row 1. Sharon Allspaw, Marvin Amstutz, Harry Eckrote, John Eichenberger. Row 2. Dclora Grabcr, Anna Jane Habegger, Arlene Habegger, Palmer Heare, George Hewitt. Row 3. Richard Hirschy, Ruth Inniger, Phyllis Kneuss, Jack Lehman, Magdalena Lehman, Merlin Lehman, Milton Lehman, Robert Liechty. Row 4. Roselyn Liechty, Robert Micrs. Claudette Nagel, David Nussbaum, Emma Jane Nussbaum, Marjorie Rawley, Alice Sehug, Areta Sprunger. Row 5. Carol Sprunger, Donna Mae Sprunger, Frederick Sprunger, Mary Alice Steury, Paul Weller, Thomas Zehr, David Zimmerman, Joe Wittwer