Dow City High School - Greyhound Yearbook (Dow City, IA)

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Class Will of 1950 The Senior Class of 1950 wills the faculty the prison in which the have just spent thirteen years. To the Juniors, they reluctantly give up their honorable seat! in the assemb- ly, and to all the high school students their good study habits and early hours. Juanita Hamblen wills her typing ability to LaVerne Poitevin. To her younger sister, she leaves the name Dale to use in choosing her boy friends, and to GlQenda Lee Smith, all the soldier boys. Anna Lou Anderson wills her gum-cracking to Connie Ahart. To her younger sisters, she leaves her downstairs locker with all the dirty socks and towels left in it. To Marilyn Smith, she leaves her ability to sing. Jimmy Buss wills his wolf call and curly hair to Glen Beam. To Marilyn Smith, he leaves his back seat in the assembly. He leaves his seat by Connie Ahart in the school bus going to basketball games to Carl Beymer, if Kay Lou Ahart doesn't mind, Don Griffin wills his height of four feet and his musical ability to James Ettleman. To Bill Houston, he leaves his perfect attendance throughout the year. Betty Jane Brasel wills her small tennis shoes Q12 in sizel, to Clara Mae Mathysg to Alice McDonald and Mary Ellen Putman, her good athletic ability, and to Betty Andersen, she wills her progressiveness. Gordon Dryden, being of sound health and little mind, leaves to Carl Beymer, his blond curly hair and his knowledge of how to become a Romeo. Lois Keairnes wills her dimples to Glen Beam, and to Clara Mae Mathys, her scrap and fight in basketball. To Fern Cue, she leaves her seat in the assembly so she won't have so far to walk to the teacher's desk. Loren Siemer wills to Bill Baber, Glenda Lee Smith, if Patsy Riley will give him up. He also wills his secret of being Miss Thompson's pet to Bill Baber. Pat McCoid wills her man-catching technique to Clara Mae Mathys. To Fern Cue, she leaves all those green Chevrolets. Norman Brady wills his bashfulness and clever ways with girls to Norman Weed. To Emmett Ahart, he leaves his athletic ability. Joan Weber wills her quietness and love of books to Marilyn Smith. To Connie Ahart, she leaves her listening in on telephone conversations. Clarence Smith wills to Duane Hard, his interest in the dark room so that he may develop a new technique. He leaves all his old Algebra papers to LaVerne Poitevin, and to Bill Baber, his back brace and his black eyes from boxing. Leola Kolln wills her skating ability to LaVonna Clothier. To Betty Anderson, she leaves the late hours caused by nights at the Columbia Hall. Russell Winn wills Norman Weed all his flat tires and car wrecks, and his bright remarks in Algebra class to Emmett Ahart. Mary Jane Ettleman wills to Connie Ahart her graceful figure. To Bill Baber, she leaves her ability to get along with teachers, and her seat in the assembly to anyone who wants the worthless, broken down thing. l 1 3 J

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We can all attribute our master minds to the teachers we have had during our four years of high school. They are as follows: Mr. Frank, Mr. Meade, Mr. Ballantine, Miss Buman, Miss Thompson, Mr. Butterworth, Mr. Baker, Miss Carter, Mrs. Peterson, Mrs. Walters, Mr. Hughes, Mrs. Ploth, Mrs. Smith, and Miss Hugron. We, as the Seniors of 1950, will never forget all the swell times we had in Dow City High School.. The year started off with a bang - the initiation of the Freshrnen, which provided laughs for a day, and was followed by a party that night. Speaking of parties, everyone en- joyed the skating parties put on by the Juniors and Sophomores. There were falls and falls galore for both the teachers and kids. Those sore joints will always be remembered, as the after effects of a nice time. We were all glad to hear that we were having a school annual this year. Through the various committees and the co-operation of the high school members and teachers, we ac- complished our goal. Almost everyone contributed snapshots: Mr. Butterworth and Mrs. Walters helped out a great deal by using their cameras in school to get some good pictures. We had our graduation pictures taken January 17th at the Smith Studios in Denison. Some of the group went to Charter Oak and Dunlap afterwards and pestered high school classes and teachers there. Hoarseness and sore throats were the results of the County Tournament held in the Denison gym. Both teams played wonderfully all the way through and brought home two beautiful trophies as a result of their skill. Coach Hughes' hair stood straight up for days afterwards because of the scares he acquired through the seige. A nice dinner given by the Advanced Home Economics girls was enjoyed by the faculty and board members February 8th. Through the helpful guidance of Miss Thompson, it was a success. We Seniors got an early start for our Sneak Day, which we will always remember, I'm sure. There were so many things to see that the day wasn't long enough to get to them all, but we did hit all the high spots anyhow. There were fifteen pretty tired people the next day, and we do mean tired! Our annual class day was held at the close of school. Coach Hughes made athletic awards to the basketball girls and boys, and the class will and prophecy were read. Enter- tainment was furnished by everyone or anyone who could sing, play or do something to amuse the rest of us. Picnics were enjoyed by the other three classes. We noticed that there were a few sad faces among the audience at Commencement. We wonder if it was because of their overjoyment of getting rid of us or the sorrow of seeing us leave dear old Dow City High. Seriously though, these exercises went off wonderfully, as a climax of our last year of high school. Ten of the original thirty-six students who started with us are now graduating-. They are: Don Griffin, Gorden Dryden, Clarence Smith, Lois Keairnes, Joan Weber, Jimmie Buss, Anna Lou Andersen, Loren Siemer, Norman-Brady and Betty Jane Brasel. IN MEMORIAM Frances Riley Died November Z, 1948 12

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The Snooper-Scope One fine summer day as Iwas strolling through the forests of Minnesota, I decided to go up on the ridge and take a peek at Paul Bunyan's enormous new invention, the Snooper- Scope, that everyone for miles around was raving about. The reason for such excitement was that it could foretell the future of anyone you wanted it to merely by adjusting a meter to the desired point. I went through a small room and into the large observation room where this huge scope was mounted. I read the directions on the bulletin board for regulating it and then I swung it toward Iowa. It had been some time since I had left that state and wouldn't it be interesting to look in on the future of the Senior Class of 1950. By setting the sound detector, the huge creation could even pick up the sound of the objects in focus! I turned on the switch and heard the cackling of chickens almost instantly. And as I looked into the long tube, what do you think I saw ? It was Pat McCoid with a pail of laying mash in the midst of a flock of wingless chickens. She and Don were happily married and raising large flocks of Wingless chickens on their large farm. A small guage at my right told me that Mary Jane and Leola were also residing in Iowa. If I remembered right, the most logical place they could be found was in the towns of Defiance or Dunlap. Sure enough, when I guided the scope in those directions the first person I saw was Mary Jane. She was living in a large white house in Dunlap while her husband, Perry, who was a Commanding Officer in the U. S. Army, was keeping his boys in step. Leola, as the scope told me, was living in Defiance with her husband, Bob. There aren't very many dances in that small town, so I wondered if Leola had given up her favorite recreation. It was a beautiful time of the year and Iwanted to see what Florida looked like, so I aimed toward the sunshine state. The sound track jumped with sound waves which in an in- stant, I realized were coming from the Hialeah Race Track, where Loren was racing his million dollar race horses. Those horses hadn't lost a race for so long that they were getting tired of the same routine. The scope also showed that Glenda Lee was brightening the dark days for Zip, Circus music from a distance could be heard amidst the racing fans' yells. As I turned in that direction, I could see a large platform on which were seated entertainers of all kinds, but the center of attraction was the fat woman, who topped the scales at some 450 pounds. A sign on the side read, Joan Weber, Famous Strong Woman. She must have forgotton her diets for once, and started enjoying the good things of life. I never saw one state have so much excitement at the same time, and all caused by these innocent Dow City people. Well--people do get around, and I do mean around, for the Snooper had just swung toward a Miami suburb and who do you think I found there ? None other than Lois Keairnes. How can any one person be so lucky as she ? With all this sun- shine, she also had Aldo, who was training racing hounds, to go with it. Coach Hughes al- ways predicted this outcome, but I often wondered if it would come true. New York always seemed like a pretty lively place to me so I decided to peer in on it and see if it lived up to its name. I passed all the skyscrapers and finally met up with a football game. Football never appealed to me much, but since it was the famous Notre Dame team, I felt I should watch a little while. The scoreboard read Notre Dame 60--Visitors 0, and who should be the star of this game but our own Russell Winn. He had already made six touchdowns at this time and I wondered who would win this game. They say overexcite- ment isn't good for a weak heart, so I moved on. 14