Cario High School - Redskin Yearbook (Cario, NE)

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Class History In the fall of 1956, a wagon train of nineteen, fearless and brave freshmen, started on a very rough and tedious trip; headed for colonies not yet discovered. Our wagon master was Mr. Hohnstein. Our crew comprised Joe Anderson, Steve Burry, VeRue Dunlap. Roylene Hahs, Diann Harder, Sandra Heupel, Larry Holloway, Bob Kirk, Roger Luft, Joyce Luhn, Sherman Luhn, Barbara Melton, Jack Roberts, LeRoy Schweitzer, Mervin Schweitzer, Connie Stairs, Twila Stutzman, Dean Swanson, and David Vickstrom. Shoitly after we started, Joe Anderson and Barbara Melton got lost in the woods, and we didn't have time to look for them, so we went on without them. Our scouts were Sandra Heupel, David Vickstrom, Jack Roberts, Diann Harder, and Joyce Luhn. After much hard work, we finally discovered our first colony - desire. Hitching the team up and starting to move on again, we discovered that Twila Stutzman had been captured by the Indians. Being fearful of starting a war, we let them keep her. Our scouts for this second journey were Sherman Luhn, Bob Kirk, Roylene Hahs, Mervin Schweitzer, and Diann Harder. Halfway through this trip we picked up Darrel Anderson. LeRoy Schweitzer decided to start a homestead, so we left him there. Everything went fine from then on, and we reached our second colony - dream. During the third lap of the trip we lost Connie Stairs, and picked up Jim Reimers. Steve Burry, Darrel Anderson, Sandra Heupel, Joyce Luhn, and David Vickstrom were our new scouts. Shortly after we had begun this stage of our trip, we stopped in a small village and gave our play, The Nervous Wreck, which was a great success. While we were there we also had charge of the Junior-Senior banquet. Finally, we reached the third colony - happiness. When we decided to go on again we discovered that it was the last lap of our jour- ney. Our scouts were Steve Burry, Bob Kirk, Diann Harder, Roylene Hahs, and Sandra Heupel. Before long we stopped at a small village and gave our senior play. While we were there we were honored guests at the Junior-Senior Banquet. Shortly after that, we realized that we had reached our last and most important colony - success. Class Will We, the class of 1960, of Cairo High School, Cairo, Nebraska, being of feeble mind, forgetfulness, and misunderstanding, considering the uncertainty of graduation and the uncertainty of the time thereof, and being desirous to settle our school affairs, and thereby be the better prepared to leave this school, do make and publish this, our last Will and Testament, hereby retaining all wills by us heretofore made, in manner and form following, that is to say: To the Teachers, we leave the hope that next year's Seniors won't be any worse than this year's. To next year's Seniors, we leave our ability to stick together as a class and to be friends with the teachers. To next year's Juniors, we leave our good conduct in the halls and our studious attitude in classrooms. To next year's Sophomores, we leave our slightly used books, desks, and chewing gum. To next year's Freshmen, we leave the job of growing up and of someday being well- behaved Seniors like we always were. And now we, the Seniors as individuals, wish to make these wills:

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JACK GLENN ROBERTS (Jerry) Class Play 3-4 Class Officer - - Annual Staff - - 4 Band Glee 2-3-4 Basketball 1 Dramatics 3-4 MERVIN LYLE SCHWEITZER (Merv) Class Play----------------------3-4 Annual Staff - -................. 4 Class Officer---------------------2 Glee------------------------------4 Football------------------------- 4 Let term an------------------ - - 4 C-Club............................4 DAVID EMERY VICKSTROM (Dave) Class Play -.................. 3-4 Annual Staff---------------------4 Class Officer----------------- 1-3 Band-----------------------1-2-3-4 Basketball.............- -1-2-3-4 Track------------------------- 3-4 Letterman........................4 C-Club---------------------------4 Student Manager------------------4

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I, David Vickstrom, will my ability to get along with all of the teachers to Ronnie Stutzman. I, Dean Swanson, will my curly hair to Delbert Schultz. I, Mervin Schweitzer, will my great height to Junior Rathman. I, Jack Roberts, do not leave anything, I am just thankful I'm getting out. I, Jim Reimers, will my ability to drink milk to Wilbur Spiehs. (The liquid you drink is hard on your system.) I. Sherman Luhn, will my ability to play football to Terry Thesenvitz. I, Joyce Luhn, will my ability to go steady to Irene Suida. I, Roger Luft, will my ability to raise sheep to Jim Larson. I, Bob Kirk, will my shyness to LeRoy Johnson. I, Larry Holloway, will my ability to change the subject to anything and everything in American Government class to Fred Harb. I, Sandra Heupel, leave my job as office girl to Joan Hadenfeldt. I, Diann Harder, will my ability to sing to Mildred Snider. I, Roylene Hahs, will my good driving habits to Donna Wicht. (Remember - no squeal- ing around corners.) I, VeRue Dunlap, will my ability to have short hair and keep it to Linda Luhn. I, Steve Burry, leave whatever 1 have, if I have anything, to whoever needs whatever I have and can do anything with whatever this thing is. I, Darrel Anderson, will my quietness to Jim Perkins. Class Prophecy TIME: 1970 PLACE: Anywhere in Space OBJECT: Locate the Senior Class of 1960 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-------BLAST OFF. I am going through space at a speed of 5,000 m. p.h. in my sturdy rocket ship, built by a master builder and my classmate, Darrel Anderson, who is employed at the rocket center in Timbuktu. WHOOPS! There goes the door. Oh, well, I didn’t need it anyway, but it does present a slight draft. While stopping on Mars to get a new door, I discovered that my classmate, Dean Swanson, was in the scientific field of making doors, which he got a big bang out of doing. After visiting him and his family, I took off for parts unknown in search of my other fellow classmates and discovered three of them are scientists. The first one is Sherman Luhn, who is living on the Moon, experimenting with earth mice to see if they like green cheese. The second is Steve Burry, who to keep his life interesting, is a lab technician checking flies for rabies. His wife, Sandra Heupel, keeps busy by designing uniforms for the Milky Way Trotters, a great starball team. She informed me that our class- mate, Larry Holloway, plays for them. I decided to go out and talk to him and his wife, Betty Jo. In case you're wondering what position he played on the team, he was known as the official ankle sprainer. Our last scientist, Jim Reimers, is nowhere to be found. (Corn, on Page 10)