Boone Valley High School - B Line Yearbook (Renwick, IA)

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I, MARLENE MEYER, will my nearly perfect attendance to Ruth Larson. We, DIANNE NELSON and LAVONNE VELDHOUSE, will our ability to have fun together to Mary Huschka and Marie Schmits. I, MARILYN SCI-IMITS, will my long reach as a basketball guard to Dianne Clowes. I, JAMES SCHNETZER, will to Roger Hoffman, my ability to remain unattached by females for four years, knowing that he may soon need it. I, TOM TIELLE, will my talent for sleeping in class to Dennis Rapp. I, LYLE CAMERON, refuse to will anything to anybody, because I need everything I've got. To the Junior Class, we will our eternal ability to get into trouble. To the Sophomores, we will our quietness and humility. To the Freshmen, we will our pity. However, if they apply themselves as we did, they may make it in three years. For ourselves, we retain a host of memories. GQSJ .9jI Ol05QCy The year is 1974 as we board the rocketship Evening Star for our destination, the moon, where we plan to visit the Universe's newest, largest Btmny Club, under the direction of the most elite Philip Hefty. As we settle back in our modern mechanized bucket seats, the stewardess, Miss Marlene Meyer, comes floating by in her anti- gravity belt and offers us a Venus highball. We gratefully decline, as does the passenger across the aisle, whom we recognize as Tom Tjelle. We strike up a conversation and soon learn that he is also bound for the Moon, where he plans to set up a new business establishment with Jim Cameron, wealthy financier of the C8rC Elevated Shoes Company Our conversation is brought to an abrupt end as our rocket slows down at the W8rW re- fueling station. We discover that the station is owned by a friendly little couple, Jim Schnetzer and his Martian bride. As we prepare to leave the station, our loud jet blasts bring Barney Ir. , Gary Lowe, roaring up in his patrol ship. He warns our pilot, the ingenious Charles Dobbs, to take it easy on those high compression muffler activators. The countdown begins and we are once again on our way. The thrust of the rocket's take-off is too. gg much, and the fragile Marilyn Schmits konks out. Enter interplane- tary space doctor Marvin Hoffman, followed by his faithful assistant and nurse, Betty Engstrom. The trouble is easily remedied with smelling salts and a mild tranquilizer. In the midst of all this confusion a tall, slender gentleman jaunts down the aisle and occupies the seat adjoining ours. As he glances our way, we notice the initials L. C. monogramed on his briefcase. lt's none other than Lyle Cameron, who is just returning

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During our Junior year our float won second place in the 1961 Homecoming parade. We also sponsored the Homecoming dance, sold refreshments at the ball games, pre- sented the Junior Class Play, and the Junior-Senior Prom. The officers during our Junior year were M. Hoffman, President: Dave McCurry, V. -President: C. Hesse, Secretaryg and C. Johnson, Treasurer. When our last year arrived, we chose Dave McCurry, D. Nelson, P. Hefty and L. Veldhouse, respectively to lead our class. Our senior year was filled with fun and excitement. The most important events of the year were Homecoming, our senior trip to Des Moines, Skip Day at Waterloo, the Junior-Senior Prom, our second year for getting straight I's at large group contest, and of course, Baccalaureate and Commencement. Class Yf bf We, the exalted Seniors. the class of 1963, being so abundantly blessed with talents, and, being generous by nature, wish to will some of our talents to you, the less fortunate underclassm en . I, JlM CAMERON, will to John Hefley, my nice blue Plymouth for watermelon-hunt- ing season. I also will my ability to keep quiet to Chuck Boyer. We, JIM CAMERON and CHUCK DOBBS, will Phil Hefty to the girls of the world. I, CHUCK DOBBS, will my ability to do nothing and look busy doing it to Arlan Em- mert and Tom Anderson, two boys who work entirely too hard. l, BETTY ENGSTROM, will my quiet ways to Maxine May and Janice Henriksen. I, LARRY HEBNER, will my humble manner and interest in girls from other towns to Monty McCurry. l, PHIL HEFTY, will all my old girl friends to Dennis Green. l, CAROL HESSE, will all my old boy friends to Vicki Nerem. I, MARVIN HOFFMAN, will my cheerful obedience to school rules to Steve Palmer. l, BEVERLY HOVELAND, will my position in band to Harold Trask, in hopes that he will enjoy it as much as l did. I CAROL JOHNSON, will my ability to get out of study halls to Darlene Welter and Shirley Woodley. I, GARY LOWE, will my charm with the girls of my class to Chuck Huntley. I, DAVE MCCURRY, will my motorcycle to Jim Nelson, who needs transportation. I DONNA MCCURRY, will my quietness and ability to stay out of trouble to my sister, Darlene. I ELLIS MACHA, will my ability to get along with Mr. Movick to Dennis Rapp, I also will my 57 Chevy to Joyce Hawk, because she likes to drive it.

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to his duties as the moon's first women's driving instructor. After a pleasant chat, we fasten our seat belts and prepare to land on the Moon. The rocket alights and we climb down the steps and into the waiting cab. The taxi, incidentally, is driven by Ellis Macha award-winning driver for the Super-Speed Blue Cab Company. He offers to point out to us places of interest along the route. We readily accept his generosity and begin the drive to Telstar. The first interesting sight is a huge scientific experimental station. We drive down the long, winding lane and pull up beside a seemingly endlesshrow of small square buildings. Our driver steps out and pushes the gyro-cosmic relativator. The door opens, revealing semi-darkness, through which we see a 'pair of beady eyes peering out at us. A voice booms Down, Irtswell, down! Then a light is flicked on and the manager of the station, Larry Hebner, extends his hand in a hearty welcome. His little moon creature Irtswell disappears into the darkness. We climb out of the cab and join our two friends for a tour through the station. We see thousands of scientific contraptions and inventions. We pause before entering the last laboratory, as we see a sign reading Quiet, Please, posted on the door. We enter noiselessly and discover Dave and Donna McCurry laboring over a desk cluttered with peculiar apparatus. Donna, the station's head technician, is working on the percentage composition of a new rocket fuel to be used in the X-36, devised by Dave McCurry. It was originally named the X-36-24-36 by the inventor, but interplanetary regulations forbid the use of more than one double number. We leave the station and journey on to Telstar. lt seems only minutes before we are buzzing down main drag of the city. Whoops--red light! And in addition to this, we suddenly realize that none of us know the location of the Bunny Club. So our driver hails a little moon Creature standing on the corner selling news- papers. To our surprise, he answers in English. We inquire about this peculiarity and find out that he had been taught the English language by the pretty teacher from Earth, Carol Ann Johnson. He tells us how to get to the Bunny Club. We follow his directions and soon reach the destination of our trip - Hefty's Hoppin' Bunny Bunga1ow. We step inside and hear the strains of a jazz band. The lead trombone is wailing out a beautiful melody, and as we glance up, we see that the part is being played by none other than Beverly Hoveland. Suddenly the music changes to a brilliant fan fare, and out step the bunnies, clad in sequins and feathers. As they prepare to do some fancy stepping, we recognize Dianne Nelson and Carol Hesse in the ranks. My, but they look sharp! After the performances, we go backstage to visit with the girls. Upon entering their dressing room, who should we run into but Lavonne Veldhouse, hair-stylist and costume designer for the club. We all settle down and recall old memories for a time. Then with a start we realize that it's time to head back for Earth - - - and reality! ll