Broken Bow High School - Warrior Yearbook (Broken Bow, NE)

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and Leroy Collinson, owners of the Ever-Ready Radio Repair Shop. Conley Murray, now owner of the Murray Tourist Cabins, finds business very good. ft roar and the shrieking of brakes announces the arrival of the streamline Boston to Broken Bow bus with Richard Munnell behind the wheel. Stepping from the bus are those profitable farmers, Ted Vose, Bob El-lingson, Larry Hill and Irwin Hyatt. In the rear of the bus, sunk deep into the plush cushions, and taking his afternoon siesta is scientist Richard Relph. He has spent many a year in his laboratory studying the origin of the moth ball. Last, but not least, to step from the bus are nurses Anna Dubry and Florence Wooters. It was important that they came along—in case of accident. Ramona Myers, Lois Vose, Bonnie Giles, Esther Murray and Donna Wood have retired from the teaching profession only to find that the teaching of their own a greater profession. Psychiatrist Vaughn Books has been keeping postman Doyle Davis busy toting her mail from her progressing patients. Business seems to be profitable in Broken Bow. County Superintendent Margaret Briggs with her assistants Vivian Masters and Doro- thy Anderson was accompanied by County Agent Russell Briggs and his secretary Dorothy Reed on their journey back to their old Alma Mater. Professor Bill Bruce is taking a vacation from his lectures on the Atomic Age to discuss important matters with Lawyer Paul Province and his secretary Twila Furrow. For other entertainment in B.B. we find Marlin Eberle, now owner of the Bow Theatre with career woman, Joan Russell as secretary. As some of our guests depart they drop in at the Cozy Comfy Coffee Shoppe, owned by Bob Coover and Ralph Beller, and are served many tasty dishes by Nadine Davis and Winifred Jones. As the sun slowly sinks behind the horizon and darkness closes in we find our Senior Class of '48 slowly departing from the old familiar surroundings. This being their first reunion for fifteen years has filled their hearts with pleasant memories of the by-gone days. After the last goodbyes are said and the sounds of departure have faded away, a quiet and secluded peace falls once more upon our old Alma Mater. I'agc 21

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Last Will and Testament We, the Class of Forty-eight, of Broken Bow High School, city of Broken Bow, and State of Nebraska, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our Last Will and Testament, in manner and form following. First: we direct that all our just debts and goodtime expenses be paid in full, as soon as conveniently may be, after our speedy departure. We, the Senior Class of 48 , Do Hereby Bequeath Our Rare Possessions Thusly: I, Bill Reneau, leave my short naps to anyone who needs them. Believe me I do! I, Lois Vose, leave my wet wit to next year's personals editor for the Indian . I, Kenny Eacker, bequeath my red hair and my smooth way with women to Dick Wilker-son, who can carry on very nicely from where I leave off. I, Nora Phillips, leave my ability as a soda jerk to Joan Mohatt. I, Bob Ellingson, leave my hat to anyone man enough to wear it. I, Betty Dill, leave my spiritual presence with Mrs. Schwengle, to give her inspiration for next year. I, Paul Province, leave the Phosphorous in the Chemistry lab to anyone who likes to play with fire. We, Esther and Conley Murray, leave our red hair and sunny smiles to the Jr. Class. Cheer up kids. I, Peggy Simonson, leave all my art implements to next year's annual staff. I, Ted Vose, leave my cheery disposition and determined efforts to Robert Walker. I, Edna Ingraham, leave my shorthand book and my 9th periods to Donna Sorter. I, Danny Dead Eye Shea, leave my unfailing aim with chalk to Lowell Phillips. Careful Kiddo—it's getting worse. I, Lorene Cole, leave my librarian duties to Marcell Golden. I, Francis Adams, leave being the younger set's Dream man to any other swain meeting qualifications. I, Patsy Smith, leave my interest in the Navy to Dona Jacobsen. I, Laverne Applegarth, leave everyone the hope that someday I will grow. I, Russell Briggs, leave my unlimited vocabulary to Gaylord Haefele. I, Doris Johnson, leave my shy, demure personality to Corky Chappell. I, Bonnie Hodgin, leave my surname Hodgin as soon as possible. We, Anna May Dubry and Twila Furrow, leave our steadfast friendship to Pat Walter and Virginia Rapp. I, Ralph Bellar, leave my book, Helpful Suggestions to a Dismayed History Teacher, to anyone who wants it. Believe me it doesn't work. I, Bernard Bendowsky, leave my ability of coming in late to Gov't, to anyone needing one good excuse. I, Margaret Briggs, leave my arguing ability to Carol Hircock; she may need it. I, Dorwin McCaslin, bequeath my singing ability to the choir; maybe if they divide it up they might improve some. I, Bonnie Giles, leave all my chewing gum wrappers to Mr. Spencer; they will start good fires in the furnace next year. I, Ed Buzz Kenoyer, bequeath my faithful Ford to Jack Hammond; you can't ruin a good Ford. I, Marianna Chappell, leave my reciting ability to Leonard Scott to use at his own discretion. I, Bob Hall, leave to my revered sister a deep regretf?) that I won't be back next year. I, Evelyn Teahon, leave my curls to any nice young lady who can use them. It's a load off my mind. I, Dick Cox, leave my lab apron to the Jrs.; they can make enough for the whole class out of it. Page 23