Cottonwood High School - Prado Populus Yearbook (Cottonwood, ID)

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Now it was September 1948, and to our surprise we found two new faces, one was Walter Ford, and the other, Joanne Lightfield. To our dismay Shirley Dixon went to Texas, and Mary O'Neil, not knowing gold had already been found there, went to California to discover her fortune. Dorothy Sudkamp left for the Academy, and Dick Forsman and Harold Schacher struck oil instead of a gold mine. For the following half year we elected Rita Ann Rohwein, President, Clinton Schnider, Vice President, Joanne Lightfield, Secretary-Treasurer, Walter Ford and Fred Funke, Council Members. The matter of class rings came up in the middle of October. Gold was almost struck, at least we could wear it now which made us very proud of ourselves. Another meeting in January found Clinton Schnider, President, Don Spencer, Vice President, Joanne Lightfield, Secretary, Rita Ann Rohwein, Treasurer, Don Spencer and Norma Jungert, Council Members. Walter Ford was missing from our class now. Then May 6th came around, which was Prom time. In An Old-Fashioned Garden was our theme. We closed the year with the annual school picnic which led us to a little stream not too far from our camp. Our advisor, Mr. Torgerson, didn't find fishing very good but everyone always knows how the big ones get away. Dig on class of SO , never give up. We'll strike gold soon. In 1949 Mrs. Buettner became our advisor, Bob Duclos, President, Don Spencer Vice President, Donna Tacke, Secretary, Clinton Schnider, Treasurer, Mary O'Neil and Dawn Huntley, Council Members. Don Simon, Mary O'Neil, and Dawn Huntley joined us, which made us fourteen. On a foggy Thursday night, September 29th, the entire class started for the old rock which they had long protected for this occasion. With red and white paint and some paint brushes, we left emblems which would identify us in the future. We , hope everyone saw our masterpieces while they lasted. As usual the Juniors had to be their repulsive selves and smear our four-day-old letters. But we didn't give up, for on Halloween night we Seniors went out again, and a little more success- fully this time, to paint our letters on the other side of the road where they stayed. QWe hope.j Events during our last semester at C. H. S. were, the traditional, Senior Sneak, Baccalaureate, Class Night, Graduation, and last but not least, the school picnic. Gold is found! It's not the kind of gold which can be bought or sold, but it's our wealth in Spirit, Character, Ability, and Sincerity. ,

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of 1950, being of sound mind, memory and understanding do make, publish, and declare the following to be our last Will and Testament. I, Dawn Huntley, will all my old rubber bands and spit balls to Coach Torgerson, who never could get them. I, Pat Suhr, will my ability to smoke Camels to Marie Keener who smokes nothing milder than Bull Durham . I, Fred Seubert, will by ability to drink stove oil to Gerald Rohwein, who has a stronger stomach than I have. I, Mary O'Neil, will my sugar bowl hair cut to Bonnie Schober, who has a good start. I, Clinton Schnider, will all my Nezperce girl friends to Richard Bonhof, he might need them someday. I, Rita Ann Rohwein, will my ability to see the brighter side of life to Imogene jacks, who always seems to be in the dark. I, Delbert Nuxoll, will my hat to anyone who will take it. I, Donna jean Tacke, will my ability to take teasing to Charlotte jungert, who isn't teased enough already. I, Bob Duclos, will my crude sense of humor to any boy who wants to have his neck broken by the girls. I, Norma jungert, will my bass horn to Henry Baker in hopes that someday he will be able to play it. I, Don Simon, will my ability to play basketball to Richard Remacle, who might need it. I, Joanne Lightfield, leave my half of Old Bill to Sally who will need it next year. I, Freddy Funke, leave my beauty naps to everyone who stays out late. I've quite a reserve. I, Don Spencer, will my reserved manner to Francis Rao for classroom use. We, the Senior Class, leave C.H.S. to all underclassmen and future classmen. We know you will love it as we did. I, Freddy Funke, leave my beauty naps to everyone who stays out late. I've quite a reserve. I, Don Spencer, will my reserve manner to Francis Rao for classroom use. We, the Senior Class, leave C. H. S. to all underclassmen and future classmen. We know you will love it as we did.