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

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Class Will The class of 1954, of Burt High School, State of Iowa, being of supposedly strong, mind and purpose do hereby establish, proclaim, and make this our last will and testa- ment in the manner and form as follows: First, to Superintendent Officer, we leave our numerous Physics theories and our predictions of things to come. Second, to Mr. Stevens, we leave our deepest sympathy. Come June, he will no longer be considered one of Burt’s most eligible bachelors. Third, to Miss Baars, we leave all our sour notes which put together should win her a rating one in piano solo at contest next spring. Fourth, to Mr. Roscoe, we leave our family trees, may he find pleasure in swinging from limb to limb. Fifth, to Mr. Ihnen, we leave all the hair we tore from our heads in the closely scored basketball games of the season. Sixth, to Miss Knight, we leave our pleasant memories of the Ford plant, may they influence her into thinking of purchasing a new car. Seventh, to Mr. Stone, we leave all of our unread English assignments, namely the whole Literature book. Eighth, to Mr. Kump, we leave all our left over energy to drag himself to the barber shop for a butch. I, Maxine Angus, do will and bequeath my M. R. S. degree to Janet Ackerman, may she find a worthy gentleman with whom to tie the knot. I, Paul Carlson, do will and bequeath my submissive innocence to Jack Nauman, he needs it. I, JoAnn Dittmer, do will and bequeath my fondness for eighteenth century bathing suits to Darla Bussie. I, Robert Fairbanks, do will and bequeath my “sleepy” appearance and fondness for late hours to Jack Thompson. I, Betty Groen, do will and bequeath my agreeable manner to Barbara Fairbanks. I, John Hasse, do will and bequeath my sly way with girls to'David Miller, as if he didn’t have enough tricks of his own. I, Bruce Holding, do will and bequeath my fancy for Algona girls to Jerry Davis, hoping he’ll find one there too. I, Louis Krull, do will and bequeath my perfect attendance to Velma Groen. I, Dorothy LeBrun, do will and bequeath my quiet and reserved ways to Donald Riebhoff. I, Elaine LeBrun, do will and bequeath my readiness in using my own mind to Velma Groen. I, Janice Madsen, do will and bequeath my ability to control giggles to Georgia Angus, she needs something to control that hen-cackling. I, Jerry McMullen, do will and bequeath my desire to be a major league baseball player to “slugger” Larry Hinckley. I, Betty Mitchell, do will and bequeath my desire to tinker with peoples inards to Rose Ann Gross. I, Aria Moore, do will and bequeath my long black hair to Carol Rasmussen, she’ll need it if she keeps chopping hers. I, Sheila Rachut, do will and bequeath my flirtatious eyes and superficial smile to Shirley Peter, may she find many unsuspecting victims. I, Lynda Rash, do will and bequeath my natural curls to Mick Hammerstrom. I, Warren Rentz, do will and bequeath my long winded tuba playing to Betty Harms. I, Elizabeth Steil, do will and bequeath my flighty actions to Barbara Dittmer, may they be helpful to her in learning to Charleston. I, Delores Stroebel, do will and bequeath that habitual temptation to giggle at the wrong time to Barbara Fairbanks. 17

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DOROTHY LcBRUN Girls’ Glee Club..............4 Mixed Chorus..................4 Where there is a will there is a way. LOUIS KRULL Baseball..........................1,2 Waiter..............................1 Student Council.....................2 Boys' Glee Club.....................J Mixed Chorus........................1 Junior Class Play...................3 Knowledge comes but wisdom lingers. PAUL CARLSON Vice-President..................2 Boys’ Glee......................4 Mixed Chorus....................4 Anything worth doing is worth doing well. ARLA MOORE Glee Club.....................1,2,4 Mixed Chorus......................4 Senior Class Play.................4 Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

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Senior Class Prophecy 1954 It is the fall of 1964, and we are planning a trip to the outer world. We now approach the space ship which is piloted by Bruce Holding. After talking we learn that his glamorous wife, Lynda Rash, is the stewardess on the space ship. As we board the ship we notice a girl hiding behind dark glasses and we recognize her as the world’s renouned band director Sheila Rachut, we remember her from school days and as we talk with her we learn that she decided to become a band leader while studying music at Burt High under the leader- ship of Thomas Kump. The pilot tells us we better fasten our safety belts because we are about ready to take off. Everyone settles back in his seat and as we take off we notice someone on the runway hollering and waving for dear life. As he runs closer we see our own Bob Fairbanks, boy? he just made it in time! We stop and pick him up and take off again. Our first stop is a little island (known to be Jupiter) and as we step from the plane we are greeted by a cute, shapely, hula dancer, her face looks like--oh no it can’t be-- but it is none other than Aria Moore. We move on around the island taking in its beauty, when suddenly we hear ’’Get your coconuts here, nice fresh coconuts as big as your head. His face looks familiar to us and sure enough it is our old acquaintance from Burt High, Jerry McMullen. It is getting late so we mosey back to our plane and get settled. With our safety belts fastened and very pleased with all the old acquaintances we renewed, we took off. Bruce tells us our next stop will be Mars, so we settle back in our seats and relax. After traveling about two meters'we land on the paradise of Mars. We hail a taxi and to our surprise we seem to know that guy driving it, strangely enough it’s that good old pal “Warren Rentz from Burt High. We ask him what ever made him decide to come way up here and drive a taxi. He answers with no hesitation that he was playing with an airplane he built one day and it just took off and landed on Mars, he never yet has attempted a return flight. After we get off the taxi we see Bud pick up a couple of beautiful girls. “There seems to be something familiar about them, we tell each other and as we get nearer we find they are our old friends Maxine Angus and Janice Madsen. We talk to them for a while and find that they are movie stars on Mars. Since they are so famous they have to be moving on and we say good-bye as the taxi speeds off. Not long after we hear a peculiar noise in the far distance. It sounds like and ambulance siren. We ask a marsoneon what it is and she says that there must have been an accident some place. We find out later that Warren’s taxi had been in a smash up. We remember then that our old friends Maxine and Janice were riding in that taxi. We hasten to the hospital to deter- mine the extent of their injuries. At the bedside we are confronted by a woman doctor who radiated an air of confidence which seems familiar. Of course! It is Betty Mitchell, graduate of Burt High, 1954. We needn’t ask Betty what ever made her become a doctor because we know that it was her life-long ambition. Betty chats to us a while and tells us that if it hadn’t been for the skill-of the ambulance driver the chances for our friends would have slight. Betty then informs us that we should know the ambulance driver too, since he was one of her graduating class. It is none other than Louis Krull. She tells us that he learned to drive so skillfully by driving his Chevrolet to school every day back at Burt High. Betty then informs us that she had to run along now and see how her new pa- tients are coming'. We say good-bye and as we watch her leave we see two gorgeous nurses coming toward us.. “They seem to know us ’ we say to each other, and as they come closer we recognize them as the LeBrun sisters, Dorothy and Elaine. After saying good-bye to all our old acquaintances we take the elevator down. On our way down we find that the elevator operator looks familiar.. Much to our surprise we find i? is JoAnn Dittmer. After saying good-bye to JoAnn we board our ship to continue our trip. Our next stop is Pluto. It is now 300 meters P. M. As we step from the plane we are greeted by the customs man and he says he would like to inspect our luggage. As he draws nearer we see that it is Paul Carlson and his watch dog. We renew old times and Paul tells us to be sure and look up Elizabeth Steil and Betty Groen, operatois of the Drive Inn Space Motel. We decide to stop at the Motel and get a good night’s rest. As we settle down in our beds we hear a loud roar. We decide to investigate and find it is some newl} weds on their honeymoon. As they step from their spacemobile we recognize them to be John Hasse and Delores Stroebel who were married in Pluto Ville Church about 3 meters ago. As we make our way back to bed we realize that in the past day we have seen nine- teen of our old Burt High friends. We now decide to get some rest before our journey homeward.