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

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After dinner we catch some glimpses of the celebrities. We recognize the movie star with a gasp. She is Mimi Nelson We always knew that Naomi Nelson’s sing- ing would amount to something. We call over the roving reporter who tells us that Mimi is a great singing star in the latest Broadway hit being produced by Morris Jensen. But the reporter looks familiar too. Say, reporter, don’t we know you? ' You're Richard Campney, of course. How did you land your job with the New York Times? Oh, it was easy, said Dick. After I graduated from Burt and news got around that I used to write for the School Daze, I just had an awful time turning down offers; but I picked the New Yo rk Times as being an okay paper. Nothing like the School Daze though. See that man over there that is going to be tonight's judge at the Show? said Dick. He is pretty important in the field of basketball. I knew him back at Burt too. His name is Don Reimers. He has worked on basketball ever since he was a young boy. Sure seems to have paid off for him. Now the scene is being set for the show and we have to hurry to get a good seat down front. There are the cameramen setting up their equipment. Boy, this is really going to be some show' On T. V. and in all the papers, too. .' Look, another familiar figure. The man behind that camera looks like Jack Gettman--yes, it is. We must talk to him. So leaving our seats in the grand stand we rush over for a minute to compare past history. Look over at the first row in the grand stand, says Jack. To our amazement there sit three sets of curly, red-headed twins. And they are all mine, says Jack very proudly. But we must get to our seats. There is the master of ceremonies now. Ladies and gentlemen,' We are prouu and happy to announce our first number on tonight's show is our little bare-back rider, Evelyn Madsen astride two horses at once, jump- ing from one to another as she makes them break into a gallop. Yes sir, she is really as good as the master of ceremonies says. That certainly reminds us of the days when Evelyn used to leap from one study hall desk to another shouting, Madsen rides again.'. Ladies and gentlemen. Surrounded with fifteen lovely maidens, all of whom are captivated by his alluring charms is our Charmer of Charms, EuClaire Meyer. Charmer Meyer recently made a grand trip to India and made quite a sensation with some of the harems. It seems that fifteen of the maidens swam right behind EuClaire's boat on his return trip to the United States. Captivating to say the least. It's a great privilege to see Charmer Meyer and his dancing maidens. Next, ladies and gentlemen, we are honored to give you the bronco-buster champion of that Patterson Rocky Mountain Ranch, Bernie Miller,' What is it they say in the headlines about him? Oh, yes, Bernie Miller is the best as a bronco-buster, and he also is tops as an arena duster. Boy, wasn't that a grand show.' Here comes the master of ceremonies. Don't we know him; sure, it's Eugene Steward. Where did you get all this good talent for the program, Eugene? That was easy, said Eugene, I just looked in the 1952 Burt Round-Up and there it was. Eugene also explains that the actors and actresses have left for Wyoming for their next show. We are disappointed but we are glad to have seen them in person after all these years. It is getting late so we make our way back to the ranchhouse and go to our room to settle down and sleep in preparation for the long trip back to Burt in the morning. Ho Hum.' Goodnight and pleasant dreams.' 16

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Class Prophecy It is the fall of I960 and we are speeding across the country in our plane to Dallas, Texas, where we shall visit the famous U R Lazy Ranch to see the Grand Show of the West. We have been invited by Duane Gross who is the proud owner of this huge ranch. The stewardess comes around to tell us to fasten our safety belts and we quickly make a perfect three point landing on the beautiful Dallas airport. As we make our way down the steps from the plane we hear a beautiful band strike up the famous “Deep in the Heart of Texas. We suddenly realize we are being honor- ed by the best band in the state of Texas....but wait....that band director....it can t be ....but yes, it is. It s Larry Holding from way back in the graduating class of 1952. After the number Larry comes over to greet us. and we ask him whatever prompted him to become a band director. He replies, “Oh, I guess it was just that I enjoyed being in band for Mr. Spade in old Burt High. Suddenly we hear a horn honking loudly and our attention is turned to a black car parked at the entrance gate. Is the driver beckoning to us? Yes, he is calling to us. That voice--why, it s Duane Mawdsley. We rush over to his car and find that he is the chauffeur of the U R Lazy Ranch and qow drives a Comet Deluxe Ford! We hop in the car and are soon speeding through the beautiful Texas countryside to the ranch. We always knew something would come of Duane's driving everyone from one place to another. We ask the chauffeur if that huge archway up ahead is the entrance to the ranch and he replies that it is. We pull ir front of the ranch and we are greeted by Duane and his wife--the former Congresswoman from Texas, Jean Gettman. We ask Duane how he ever managed to get such a lovely wife and his reply was, “I had a special political pull. After settling ourselves in our room and resting up a bit, we find it is way past noon. We have not eaten so we all gather on the cool, spacious patio to catch up on all the gossip and to eat a little. Duane tells us the great show is being put on tonight right here on his ranch. We ask him if we may look over the ranch and he says we may. He calls his foreman over. Soon the foreman comes swaggering around the corner. We seem to recognize his walk but don't realize until he hails us that is is our old school chum, Daryle Leeper. “How did you happen to become Duane’s foreman, Daryle?’ “Wa-a-11, said Daryle in his newly acquired western drawl, “it’s this way.” “I was headed out west to seek adventure when my car broke down. I traded the car off for a horse which proved more reliable. Besides, water is free- gas wasn't. Wa-a-11, my horse and I got to be such pals that we made the rounds to all the rodeos in the country. Met Duane at the rodeo one day, and first thing I knew I was the foreman of the U R Lazy Ranch. Good old Duane, he knows a good man when he sees one. Daryle leads the way to the stable and we look at all the horses to be used on the program. As we approach the end of the barns, we hear a loud noise that sounds like someone snoring. We rush to the end stall and find the rostler asleep on the job. Daryle draws out his revolver and fires a blank. “Yes, sir, 1999-2341-446, 100th Battalion, ready for duty sir.' ' the rostler shouts. We all burst into laughter as we recognize James Harms another old schoolmate. Evidently Jim still remembers his service days with Uncle Sam. Trying to keep a straight face Daryle tells him he must never do it again or he may lose his job. Making our way back to the ranchhouse, we see by the sun it is nearing 6J00 and we must get ready for the great show which starts at 7:00 sharp. We find a great deal of commotion at the house and after explanations front Jean we realize that some great celebrities from New York and Hollywood have arrived to see the show. 15

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Class Will The class of 1952, of Burt High School, City of Burt, State of Iowa, being unsettled but “strongly united, do hereby establish, proclaim, and make this our last will and testament in manner and form as follows: First, to Superintendent Officer we leave all our static electricity and shocks to wake him up in the morning. Second, to Mr. Stevens we leave all our rubber bands for tires for his Plymouth. Third, to Mr. Schramm we leave all our different flavors of chewing gum that we disposed of during our typing classes. Fourth, to Mr. Roscoe we leave all the cigars that he forgot to give us on his special occasion. Fifth, to Mrs. Foster we leave all our marked up chemistry books as a pleasant keepsake. Sixth, to Miss Baars we leave all our blue, hazy, crummy, sour notes that we have sung in Mixed Chorus. Seventh, to Mr. Spade we leave all of our good English grades and our tendency to always read our literature assignments. I, Richard Campney, do will and bequeath my vocal ability to Marie Gebken, and my natural curly hair to Phillip Soderberg. I, Jack Gettman, do will and bequeath my full set of white shiny teeth to Mary Officer, and my shiny ’33 Plymouth (what’e left of it) to Virginia Baer; may she cherish it forever. I, Jean Gettman, do will and bequeath my ability to catch a boy's eye to Betty Riebhoff, and my psychological ability to Richard Rasmussen. I, Duanne Gross, do will and bequeath my ability of outlining my history to Rochelle Andrews, and my ability to be contrary to Myrna Weiske. I, James Harms, do will and bequeath my skating ability to Glenda Black, and my freckles to Fern Krull. I, Larry Holding, do will and bequeath my ability to become a taxi driver, especially on school mornings, to Colleen McGuire, and all the paste '.’ve sat on in past years to Phyllis Miller. I, Daryle Leeper, do will and bequeath my one-handed driving ability to Billy Christensen, and my smoking jacket and pipe cleaners to Jimmy McMullen. I, Evelyn Madsen, do will and bequeath all the thumb tacks I have sat on in English class to Madonna Vogel, and my ambition to become a Ping-pong player to Doris Wiener. I, Duane Mawdsley, do will and bequeath my ability to sleep in government class to Esther Hasse, and my eye-lash curlers to Lawrence Stroebel. 17