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

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I, Ann Lichter, do will and bequeath my secret love and ability to secure phone calls from out-of-town boys at embarrassing times to Rose Ann Peterson. I, Darwin Koepke, do will and bequeath my many nights spent on homework to Richard Kissner, also my permission to add my attendance record to his to give a total of perfect attendance. I, Wendell Willrett, do will and bequeath my Republican pins, my hopped-up Ford, my home's ideal location near Lone Rock to Jerry Garman; may he cut his gas bills. I, Ellen Stewart, do will and bequeath my ability to acquire engagement rings without the usual obligations that accompany to any junior girls who would be willing to exchange the obligations for the ring. Any Beneficiary attempting to subvert, overturn, nullify, or in anyway interfere with the provisions of this document, shall not only be deprived of all the rights and privileges therein granted to him or her, but shall be sentenced to hard labor for one to five years in senior English plus two hours punishment in the torture chambers of the boiler room. Class History September 4, 1944, was the date of the first of a series of historical events!!! This was the day when twelve inexperienced children started their education, and of those twelve that started, these nine have gone all through school together: David Christensen, Max Baer, Darrell Davis, Larry Dreyer, Arlen Johnson, Vernal Koestler, Ann Lichter, Larry Manus, and Mary Black. Caryle Black also started with them, left them in the sixth grade, and came back in the ninth grade. Harold Batt came late in their first year. Katherine Hardgrove started in first grade and left in second. Leaving in the first grade, Jimmy and Jerry Alvey preceeded her to Algona. When they were first graders, Joan Meinzer moved to Seneca, and Yvonne Shipler moved to Whittemore. Rodney Kickbush began in first grade, but he left during the summer before they entered sixth grade. Mary Lou Pankuk, who also started first grade with them, left at the end of the first semester of the sixth grade. Richard Steward, who also started school with them, dropped during the eleventh grade. Wendell Carney joined and left them during the third grade. Lucille Gifford joined them in the second semester of the second grade and quit school after completing the eighth grade. Darwin Koepke, who joined them in the third grade, has continued through the twelfth grade with them. Jack Robson came to Burt at the beginning of the fourth grade and stayed only twenty-four and one-half days. Jeanette Faber went through the fourth and fifth grades with them. Carl Handy started at the beginning of the fourth grade and left at the end of the sixth grade. Karol Kern joined them in the second semester of their fourth grade and left at the end of the seventh grade. Jerry Olsen started and quit during the fifth grade. Richard Foster, who came to Burt during their fifth grade, left Burt after completing his ninth grade studies. Betty Keen joined in the sixth grade and left during the same year. Wendell Willrett, who joined them during the fifth grade; Mary Carlson, who joined during the second semester of the seventh grade; Ellen Stewart, who joined at the beginning of the pighth grade; Joan Krull, who enrolled during the second semester of the eighth grade; completed their eighth grade and high school studies with the Class of 1956. Beverly Christensen and Wilma Moore, who joined the class during the ninth grade after completing eight years of study in rural schools, also completed their high school re- quirements at Burt Community School Claudette Seely, who came from Algona, joined the class during the eleventh grade and completed her twelfth grade studies with them. Janice Rochleau, who also came from Algona, joined the class at the beginning of their twelfth grade, but she quit school after one semester. Best wishes to the nineteen members of the Class of 1956 of Burt Community School. 19

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Class Will We, the Class of 1956 of Burt Community School, City of Burt, County of Kossuth, in the state of inebriation, being of deficient mind and unsound memory, do make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament in the manner and form as follows: First, to Superintendent Castor, we leave our English diagrams, whose unerring and almost human instinct will enable him to detect and trace any lovering between high school and junior high students. Second, to Mr. Culbertson, we leave our unwanted dates—history dates, of course. Third, to Miss Baars, we leave the best marks we ever made—those on our desks. Fourth, to Mr. Ihnen, we leave our baseball gloves, which may be worn to protect his thumbs from mighty hammer blows . Fifth, to Mrs. Petterson, we grant permission to use the profits from her chick hatchery to purchase our class play furniture for her apartment. Sixth, to Mr. Vanderhoff, we leave our roller skates for use in making trips from the shop to math classes. Seventh, to Mrs. Heald, we leave the fond memories of preparing for last year's banquet. Eighth, to Mr. Lockhart, we leave our alarm clocks set for five minutes, so those talks won’t last so long. Each graduate doth also wish to bequeath a portion of his individualism to those students of the coming senior class: I, Max Baer, do will and bequeath my straight, black hair and pool-shooting ability to Marlene Black. I, Harold Batt, do will and bequeath my appetite and appreciation of good literature to Andrew Harms; may he soon gain fame as a well-educated football player. I, Caryle Black, do will and bequeath my excess poundage and interest in an Algona resident, who frequents the skating rink, to Roger Shipler. I, Mary Carlson, do will and bequeath my screen door races to Karen Steward, may she soon defeat Wes Sante. I, Beverly Christensen, do will and bequeath my heavy dating schedule and all my boy friends to Arlyce Johnson, as if she needs more dates or boy friends. I, Larry Dreyer, do will and bequeath my ability to become romantically entangled, my ability to acquire tickets for improper parking , and my smooth-running Chevie to Alice Thompson I, Vernal Koestler, do will and bequeath my support of the Democrats and my blond curls to Norman Mitchell. I, Darrell Davis, do will and bequeath my late hours to Edith Smith. (Does she need them?) I, Mary Helen Black, do will and bequeath my fan mail from Algona to Beverly Larson, and I grant permission to build a larger mailbox to accommodate Algona and Tyke mail. I, Joan Krull, do will and bequeath my numerous love affairs to Mary Keith, and I pre- scribe one asprin per affair. I, Wilma Moore, do will and bequeath the extraordinary speeds of my speech and Hudson to Karen Lavrenz for faster trips to Tyke. I, Larry Manus, do will and bequeath my shiny new electric razor to Gary Giddings, who can end those nightly eyebrow pluckings . I, Arlen Johnson, do will and bequeath my blush and sly way with the girls to Toni Angus, as if he didn't have enough tricks of his own. I, Claudette Seely, do will and bequeath my love for the younger generation to Duane Dittmer. I, David Christensen, do will and bequeath my shiny red convertible to Claire Reutzel; may he win honors on the Indianapolis Speedway. 18

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Class Prophecy On February 29, 1964, after acquiring our new land-air vehicle, which flies in the air like an airplane and runs on the road like a car, we decide to take a cruise. By no coin- cidence at all, the new machine was invented by Burt High's old science genius, Claudette Seely, who is now working in a science laboratory. While frantically flying over a little town named Dripland Falls, we try to spot a gas station. Oh, no, it couldn't be! That gas station attendant’s blond, wavy hair, flying in the breeze below us, surely must be Vernal Koestler's. While talking to Vernal, we dis- cover his unique method of success. It seems Vernal has built his stations right over his oil wells so he'll never run dry. Speeding away from the gas station, we no more than go through a red light when a handsome young traffic officer by the name of Darwin Koepke approaches from behind a billboard. He no more than stops us when a huge truck bearing the name, Batt's Ballet , speeds by. Darwin blows his whistle and tells us to wait. While we are waiting, some strange looking characters go by. Soon we find they aren't strangers at all; but they are our old friends, David Christensen, and his mule train on his monthly trip to Alaska. We talk to David and find he likes his work very much. He men- tions that he passes Ellen Stewart's Goat Farm every month. He also tells us that Ellie was strangely enticed by the little darlings shortly after graduation, and she now furnishes Burt Community School with their entire supply of milk. Darwin is back and explains that Harold Batt, his old friend, was late for his first ballet class. Since we are old friends, we are excused also. After this stroke of bad luck, we abandon our new vehicle and start touring the town. On our way to adventure, we pass a pleasant little picnic ground, where we see a sweet young girl feeding the birds. There in the park, her brown hair and green eyes give her away. It's Mary Carlson and her two darling sets of triplets. While speaking with Mary, she mentions that we may find the entertainment we seek at the amusement park. We bid her good-day and off we trot. The big attraction at the amusement seems to be the Tunnel of Love; and, no wonder, the handsome, young gent managing the tunnel is Arlen Johnson. We ask Arlen how he got into this business, and he exclaims, Oh, rather naturally! Among Arlen's great many impatient customers are Max Baer and an attractive middle-aged woman. When we turn to Arlen with questioning glances, Arlen explaines Why Max is an escort for lonely women. Suddenly our interest is aroused by a loud Hear Ye, Hear Ye . As we draw nearer, we see Wendell Willrett who is shouting; Ladies and Gentlemen, I come to you as a special agent of Charles Atlas to bring to our comic book hero's latest discovery, Charles Atlas Pills. Just looking at me will convince you what these pills will do. My, what an interesting occupation Wendell has chosen. We move on for lunch and find Darrell Davis as chief cook and bottle washer at the delicatessen. We order the Davis Special and then spy Joan Krull, her diamonds, and millionaire husband at a table near us. Not wanting to distrub Joan since she is in the midst of counting the day's millicns, we slip out before she notices us. Finding that David Special too special, we hurry to the nearest doctor's office for immediate attention, and who do we find there but Ann Lichter, who is ready with the stomach pump. After a speedy recover we start out of the office and bump into a strange, yet familiar, muscle-bound man who has just gotten out of the boxing ring. Larry Manus, with a slight cut over the right eye and huge cauliflower ears, doesn't look his best, but we'd hate to see how the other guy looked. We nod good-bye to our old classmate. ■ As we make our way toward our land-air vehicle, we suddenly notice that we have . parked directly in front of The Unique Antique , owned and operated by Beverly Christensen. We wander into the shop, and the'assistant declares that Beverly is not there. It seems 20