Corona High School - Yearbook (Corona, SD)

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- HISTORY OF THE CLASS DF 1954 Freshmen-1950 as On a bright sunny day, September 6,1950 a small group of students, the freshmen class of 1950, entered Corona school. Included in the eight who enrolled were: Dorothy Schulte, Verda Pew, Ann Fenhaus, Shirlee Jorgenson, Glen Zeigler,Ralph Seehafer, Stephen Van Cleve,and5B1lly Wilde. We were just a bit shy, and maybe a little curious as to how we would be accepted in high school, It d1dn't take long to find out as we were soon initiated. The class once increased to nine, when Margaret Hall- stein joined our ranks: it wasn't for long though, as Stephen Van Cleve transferred to Wilmot. We managed to live through our freshmen year, but all the while we were quite envious of our upperclassmen. Sophomores: Our little group were no longer the green freshmen of C.H.S. We felt superior to the freshmen but longed for the title of upperclassmen. During the second :semester cur number was diminished toe seven as Shirlee Jorgensen transferred to Hazel. Time went on though and soon the year was only a memory. Juniors: Eureka! We are upperclassmen! Enrollment day Maas saddened by the fact that Margaret Hallssein had trans- ferred to Raymond,South Dakota, reducing our class to six. This, however, did not dim our enthusiasm because we were soon busy with the many Junior-Senior activities. We received our rings and proudly flashed them be- neath the nose of the underclassmen, and then one day we arrived in school to find the seniors gone., Oh, how this made us yearn for the day when we too could skip school without an excuse. We just wouldn't be satisfied until we could call ourselves mighty seniors. Seniors: At Last! We were dignified seniors. We were now en- titled to little privileges and believe me we took advant- age of it, but as the year passed an we began to realize that soon we would leave Corona High and never return as students. That thought was not a happy one, although we had grumbled and complained constantly about school being a grind. I'm sure none of us would trade those four wonderful years for anything. No amount of writing could tell all the things we remember of our years in high school. We will carry these memories with us and perhaps sometime we will think back to them and smile fondly, and wish that we could turn back the years and live once more those happy years in Corona High.

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CLASS PROPHEGY As I guided my F86 Sabre Jet onto the landing strip at Corona Central airport, my heart was in my mouth. All the way from Japan I had been wondering how many of my old classmates I would find around home. I received landing instructions and came down to a neat three-point landing that surprised even myself. Boy, these last 20 years in the Air Force had really taught me something. And how the town had grown! As I reported in at the information office, I heard an angry yetbfamillar voice come over the intercom. It said, nWho was that crazy boob that just came in handling that plane like a tr1cycle?u Then I recognized the voice and rushed past the guard and into the office that said nprivate' above the door. There, 1n'a very plush chair, with his feet on a rich ma- hogany desk sat my old pal Ly. Gen. Ralph Seehafer! He explained that he had Joined up with the Air Force a year or so after I had, and had applied for a Job close to home so he could farm in between missions. He took me in his private helicopter and after showing me a b1sd's eye view of the town and new school he plunked it down right on top of the fanciest house in town!!! Two little girls came running up through a trap door on the roof and grabbed him and called him Daddynfi After meeting his beautiful wife and eating my fill of her cooking we set- tled down for a good long chat. He hadn't heard of any of our school pals except that he thought Verda was working down in Missouri and thought that I should try to get a job in the states too so, as he put it, we could keep within a few thousand miles any- way. The next morning after a delicious breakfast I re- fueled and took off for St. Louis,M1ssourl. I was hamper- ed by gog and had to put down at Kansas City instead. As I was eating lunch in a small cafe not far from the air- port, a very ritzy looking lady sauntered ln. A French poodle was leading her as would a St. Bernard. Apparent- ly he d1dn't like my looks because he came over and bit me so hard I fell off the stool. While she was -agologizn ing and I was trying hard not to get angry at suc a well mannered lady, a fine gentleman walked in right behind her and said UI've parked the car right out front, Ann, did you order our lunchnd r Ann? Did he say Ann? Why sure enough, here it was my old schoodmate Ann Fenhaus. What was she doing? Well, she and her husband Jaques were leaving for a n-vacation in Paris on her husband's luxury liner. We lunched together and I was pleased to find that Jaques was running competition with Michelangelo in the world of Art, and that Jakie and Janie, their twins, were starring at different night clubs with sxhLb1t1on.ba1let.