Cario High School - Redskin Yearbook (Cario, NE)

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Mr. Nelson, the head of the school Usually makes the hardest rule He’s a jolly guy to know And tries to keep the school in dough. Mr. Colman, who from Hastings College came Coaches some good Jr. High games When he s in charge of study hall The kids don’t say a word at all. Miss Johnson, next in line Likes to teach Home Ec. just fine She's also our English teacher And likes to tell of some African creature. Miss Link, a teacher young Thinks that some of us are sprung, In music she is real keen And in classes she can be seen. Harold is janitor of Cairo High He’s a happy sort of a guy, He always has a helping hand And he keeps the school spic and span. Class Flower..............White Carnations Class Color ...............Green and White Class Motto: “Out of Life’s Harbor into Life’s Sea.” COMPLIMENTS OF KENNY’S I.G.A. COMPLIMENTS OF THE STATE BANK OF CAIRO

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Arlene Southard, president of our class Has red hair, she's a cute little lass She can sing, cheerlead and yell The kids thinks she is real swell. Leonard Spiehs, a “Great Big man Is an ardent baseball fan He’s a good guy to know any day. And he mixes his work with his play. Marilyn Wheeler is a senior gal She's almost everyone’s pal For everyone she has a smile And plans to be a secretary after while. Tom Hulme's a chevy man Many a Ford, he's out ran He's real good at all the sports And the girls he likes to court. Dera Lea, a hard working gal She and D.K. are real good pals She is going to succeed To lifes troubles she will heed. Duane Rogers another swell guy Around the girls he's sorta shy He drives his car all around town But Amercian History gets him down. Jackie Steinke is leaving now We are sure she'll succeed somehow She enjoys all the sports As office girl, keeps records of all sorts. Dale Hinkson, next we'll see He and coach just don't agree At driving he is pretty slow. But when he's mad, he can really go. Don Waddington, is quite a pal As for girls he never fell In Cairo he's always been And in sports he's out to win. Mr. Hagan has quite a team Winning games is now his dream, He's the principal of our school And of the Sophomore class he has the rule. COMPLIMENTS OF TURNER GRAIN CO. 23

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Class Prophecy All aboard as we climb upon our 1966 atomic powered magic carpel, the Furetta. We are in hopes we will see all the seniors of 1956. As we take off the Armstrong landing field: Our first stop is near Miles City, Montana. Here we see a large dude ranch. Since it was such a beautiful place we decided to spend the day there. Entering the huge glass door, who should we meet but Leonard Spiehs, the multi-millionaire owner. He told us, while rolling a cigar around in his mouth, business was fine. As we journey on our way, the next stop is Las Vegas, Nevada. We had heard that one of our former classmates ran the Flamingo Hotel. W hy who is this class- mate? Why none other than Tom Hulme. Taking flight again, we hit a hot air pocket, which forced us to land. Landing on the desolate part of the desert, called Death Valley. We found a small farm. Here in this 117 weather, we see a man and woman hoeing peanuts. We walked up to them wishing to know who this daring couple was . We were surprised to see that it was Larry Spiehs and his brave wife, Trust Larry to do the impossible. Traveling on, we stop along the coast of California at the San Diego Naval Base. Here we see two of our former classmates, Duane Rogers and Don W addington on the way to the navy doctor. It seems they just got back from a twenty mile cruise out to sea, and have a “slight case of sea sickness. Leaving California we journey on. Looking through the clouds we see a huge Indian Reservation. Deciding to stop for a while, we find we are in New Mexico. Here we are glad to renew acquaintance with our old classmate, Eleanora Swanson, who is teaching handwork to the Indians. She inquired about people in Cairo, and said her husband, Daryl Beilke, is working in the silver mines. Off again, now flying over the big state of Texas. Here we see a large sheep ranch. We were getting hungry, just then we saw a fluorescent sign below us flashing on and off DALES LAMBCHOPS' . This sounded very tasty so we decided to stop for a minute or two. Who should we find running the joint? Why a former classmate, Dale Hinkson. While cruising over Birmingham, Alabama, the song, “Mr. Sandman , struck our ears. Something strangely familiar about the music gave us a homesick feeling and urge to descend and see where it was coming from. Looking around we saw a brightly lighted building with a sign on which read, “Mademoiselle Patrice’s Dancing School '. Of course, you know- that Mademoiselle Patrice is the former Pat Hendrickson. How lucky we were to have stopped there on the night she was giving a party for all her former dancing pupils, of course the music was furnish- ed by her husband's famous dance band, “Bob and His Birmingham Bobcats '. 25