Burt Community School - Bears / Roundup Yearbook (Burt, IA)

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THE CLASS WILL We, the class of 1949 of Burt High School, in the center of the county, in the north- ern section of the state where the tall corn grows, being of deep understanding, sound mind and noble body, do hereby proclaim this generous will and testament as our last to those who are kind enough to accept it: We, the Senior Class do bequeath the following to the teachers: To Mr. Officer all of our unwanted dates (history dates, of course) To Mr. Bolie all of the movies we didn’t get to see and our future income tax to calculate. To Mrs. Peters a few new batons (there are so many broken in band) To Mr. Hartman all of the slimy bisected earthworms and frogs. To Mrs. Foster “an A for the day.” To Mr. Stevens one half of our height and some of our large “understanding. To Miss Baars all of our bright ideas on class plays, skip days and Roundup editorials so she can pass them on to the future senior classes. I, Jr. Rachut, do will and bequeath my smooth dancing and ability to take the corners on two wheels to Vernon Smith. I, Leonard Stenzel, do will and bequeath my scholastic standing to Bob Batt. I, Joan McWhorter, do will and bequeath my theatrical and musical ability to Bernadine Stevens. I, Annalise Gebken, do will and bequeath my walk and artistic ability to Ethel Lampe. I, Donald Garman, do will and bequeath my colorful basketball technique to Luther Fairbanks. I, Duanne Pankuk, do will and bequeath what is left on my car and my back seat in the assembly to Albert Witmus. I, John Groen, do will and bequeath my huskiness to Roger Steward. I, Marilyn Trunkhill, do will and bequeath my ability to get out of classes and thin baby voice to Kenneth Stevens. I, Milton Salisbury, do will and bequeath my dependable basketball ability and late hours to Russell Parsons. I, Gary Schenck, do will and bequeath my explosive experiments to Layton Rash. I. Carrol Reimers, do will and bequeath my way with women to Dick Thompson, and my unruly, curly hair to Joan Giddings. I, Evelyn Daniels, do will and bequeath my willingness to work on the farm and athletic figure to Caradene Koepke. I, Donald Eimers, do will and bequeath my soft spoken and shy ways to Corrinne Kern, and my slimness to Donald Macauley. I, Marlene Dremmel, do will and bequeath my job at Pratt’s and two inches of my shortness to Lavonne Bleich. I, Darrell McFarland, do will and bequeath all of the money I make in the car business to Ruth Krull, and my avoirdupois to Vernon Leeck. I, Darlene Eimers, do will and bequeath my blush and skating ability to Marcella Madsen. I, Joyce Ryerson, do will and bequeath my various funny faces and charming soprano voice to Shirley Miller. I, Bueford Kickbush, do will and bequeath my love for English literature to Harriet Griese. May she rest in peace. I, Jeanette Horstman, do will and bequeath my shorthand cribs to Darlene Shipler. 24

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JEANETTE HORSTMAN From early morn till day is done, She has a smile for everyone. Vocal Solo 3,4, Sextette 3,4, Operetta 4, Mixed Chorus 3,4, Girl's Glee 3,4, Band 4, Mixed Chorus Vice-President 4, Presi- dent 4, Madrigal 4, Senior Class Play. GARY SCHENCK If you die of poison in your coke, Just blame Gary for this little joke. Boy’s Glee 3, Mixed Chorus 3.4, Madrigal 3,4, Baseball 3, 4, Annual Staff 4, Senior Class Play, Basketball 3. MARILYN TRUNKH1LL A nice disposition, we like her a lot. She'll leave B.H.S. but she won't be forgot. Waitress 1, Glee Club 2.3. Mixed Chorus 2, Senior Play. 23

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THE CLASS HISTORY A little cluster of diamonds at the bottom of the treasure chest glowed and sparkled in September, 1937. They were Herman Rachut Jr., Marlene Dremmel, Milton Salisbury, Donald Garman, Gary Schenck, Duane Pankuk, and Carol Reimers. As the years progressed more jewels were tossed into the chest; Joyce Ryerson in the third grade, John Groen in the fourth grade, Evelyn Daniels and Bueford Kickbush in the eighth grade. Two jewels, Donald and Duane, were lost for several years, but they were found again. In our freshman year five more diamonds were dug up in the country: Darrell McFarland, Marilyn Trunkhill, Joan McWhorter, Darlene and Donald Eimers. Annalise Gebken and Leonard Stenzel were found in our sophomore year. Jeanette Horstman made our heap of nineteen jewels complete in the last of our junior year. Each of these nineteen diamonds is of the finest blue-white type. All have been carefully cut and proportioned in the past twelve years and their brilliant character facets will not wear down in the future, but glow on in ever finer and more perfect settings; their sparkles will ever be a source of pride and joy to the old treasure chest of Burt High. THE CLASS PROPHECY One sunny day in New Orleans, in the year 1959, we are bubbling over with ex- citement, for we are going to the Mardi Gras. We have been invited by an old schoolmate of ours, Joan McWhorter, although, now she is married to a very promi- nent electrical engineer, Herman Rachut Jr. We love their southern hospitality in their lovely New Orleans home. After a period of reminiscence we decide to eat at one of the exclusive restaurants. We hail a taxi and to our astonishment the driver is none other than Duane Pankuk. Duane says something about another surprise as he drives to a D-X station where the thin, but prosperous looking proprietor is Darrell McFarland. Still enjoying these pleasant shocks, we hurry on to the restaur- ant. As we settle ourselves at the table we immediately recognize the plump figure of the approaching waitress as that of Marilyn Trunkhill. Later, as we cross the street, we are nearly run over by a speeding truck which has a sigh reading Groen’s-Dog-Catching-Service.” That name sounds familiar, and when the driver comes over to apologize in true southern style, we see that it is our old acquaintance, John Groen. We learn from him that dog-catching can be a profitable business. Continuing on our way we glance up and are shocked to see hang- ing above our heads a big shingle, ‘‘Carol Reimers--Dentist.‘‘ This we must see! In the waiting room, a receptionist, (a cute little trick, wouldn’t you know it?) tells us the doctor’s busy. Glancing at a magazine as we wait, we notice a very charming and familiar figure, the same saucy blue eyes, blonde hair, of course, it’s Joyce Ryerson. She looks elegant, and upon closer scrutiny we see the creation she is wearing is one of Miss Jeanette Horstman's. Ah! we always knew something would come of those “Doodlings.” Suddenly we hear a loud moan coming from the dental chair. Peering around the corner we see—No! It can’t be! -- Gary Schenck, now known as “Toothless.” He tells us he is a postmaster, and as for Carlos, we can all see he enjoys his work. It is nearing parade time, so we hurry out of the office and start looking for a vantage point from which we can get a good view of the floats and costumes. Suddenly we are attracted by a rousing cheer coming from a nearby baseball diamond. An exhibition game between the Yankees and Dodgers is under way with Lefty Garman, the brilliant new Dodger pitcher, pitching an excellent game. What a pleasure to see him in action again! It brings back memories of good old Burt High. After the parade we make our way up the crowded street to buy a sack of pop corn when we are greeted by a hearty “Hello.” We have a hard time recognizing Barney in his clown suit. He introduces us to his charming wife and two children, also in clown suits. They are on their way to a masquerade party, and during our short visit we learn that he is doing quite well in the grocery business-“Sloop’s Market,” one of the best grocery stores in the neighborhood. 25