Ellendale High School - Redbird / Microphone Yearbook (Ellendale, ND)

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G5 0 3 Continuing our journey north to our nation ' s capital, we visited Rayma Bartels, North Dakota ' s first woman representative in Congress. In New York we visited Ann Slemmona, the noted author of the current best seller, How To Get Your Man . Shirley and I read the book but we are still single J We left for Chicago the next day. It was Saturday and the streets were crowded so we went right to the Steven ' s Hotel to rest a little. We had just entered the elevator when the elevator operator turned around and greeted us. Who was it? Marion Gehring. She told us she had. given up her search for her ' one and only ' and was happy at her present job. That evening a very exciting thing happened J Floyd put his shoes outside the door, like he does every night, and someone stole them. The next day when he discovered the theft, he called the house detective, and who should it be but Evelyn Martin. He im- mediately brought her into our room and we all began firing questions at her. We did find out that she was carrying on with the chef of the hotel! The next day, Sunday, we decided to go to church and since the three of us wanted to go to our respective churches, we decided we ' d walk straight east and go to the first one we came to. It happened to be the Evangelical Church and you can imagine our surprise when we saw our old classmate Roland Voegeli in the rostrum J We only had time to shake his hand and say just a few words while passing out after the services. Going north to Milwaukee, Wisconsin, we found Betty Hagen as principal of a high school there. After a chat with her we started on our last lap of the journey. Minneapolis was our next stop. There we looked up Virgil Erdelt who was now manager of the Randall Company Chain Stores in Minnesota and the Dakotas. His fiance, Joan Randall, he told us, was on a road trip, singing with Stan and his Country Boys. We said good-bye and headed for Fargo. While we were eating lunch in the airport, we ran onto Paul Kern. He told us he was operating a summer resort in the Black Hills. The name of it was: Kem-McShane Resort . We didn ' t have to ask any more questions about that situation! We then got off again and were heading toward Ellendale. Suddenly the engine of our plane started sputtering and we had to make a forced landing. Luckily enough it was about a mile out of Lisbon so Shirley, Floyd and I, learning that it would take three hours to fix the plane, walked into town. Cf all people we meet, down the street comes Janice Rime. She informed us that she teaches music in high school there, and also Kenneth Pierce coached there. She said Kenneth was married and had two little ones. When we got through talking to her it was time to be heading for home. We hired a car to take us to the plane and were soon on our way once more. As we drew near home, Shirley suggested that we fly over the home of Corinne Stark. So we did. She had a chicken farm with her husband a little way from Merricourt. (Chickens weren ' t the only things she was raising, by the looks of her clothes line! ) Continuing on south, we flew over the home of Dorothy Steinwand Bobbe. Well, well, there was Dorothy herself hanging out clothes. It looked as if she was giving Corinne a little competition. Too bad we couldn ' t talk with her but I imagine that she was too busy anyway. We reached Ellendale and after planning to meet again sometime for a long visit, Shirley, Floyd and I parted and went back to our respective careers, intent upon seeing our classmates again some time. N 1949 Ellendale High School Yearbook Coleman Museum 2017

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G5 0 3 1 7 5 In 1959 our class of 1949 was scheduled to have a reunion, but no one came except Shirley King, Floyd Mattheis, and myself, Ardys Anderson. The reason we got there was because we lived in Ellendale where the reunion was to be held. After a short talk, Floyd got the bright idea, since the rest of the class couldn ' t come to the reunion, we would go to see them, providing we girls paid his way, as he was financially embar- rassed at the present, being only the janitor in the post office. Since Shirley and I were joint owners of a transcontinental airline, we decided it wouldn ' t be so much of an expense to take an old classmate along. Our first stop was Billings, Montana, where we ran into Violetta Brown at the imfor- mation bureau at the airport. (Violette-always airminded l) We spent the night at Harold Beecher ' s dude ranch a little south of town. After a pleasant visit there, we left for Seattle, Washington, where we visited Maurice Huber, vho was modeling men ' s clothes in a department store there. While we were there, we turned on the radio only to hear one of our classmate ' s voice booming out, One, two, three, four, on your toes, chest out, shoulders back, etc. After a while the voice said, » This is Vivian Heil, telling all you chubby ladies who want to lose your excess fat to listen in again tomor- row when I again broadcast my daily exercises, same time, same station. The nest day we went into a dimestore to buy some toothpaste and while at the counter, we heard someone let out a loud burst of laughter. Turning around, we saw Nadine Jury laughing just as she used to in English class. She was demonstrating a new type of potato peeler. That afternoon we were off to Los Angeles, California. When we arrived we picked up one of the local newspapers. There on the front page wae Verna McShane ' s daily column, Advice to the Lovelorn . We looked her up and she told us many interesting things that had happened to her and her family. She said Palmer Retzlaff had a little business of his own but would not tell us what it was. She gave us his address and suggested we find out for ourselves. We were very curious and you can imagine our surprise when we saw the sign on his building 1 It read: Retzlaff Builds Men Out of Weaklings . We went in and had a little talk with him about old times. That evening we went to the movie, You Told Me No . To our surprise we found Tearl Mueller playing the leading role. (That of a dope f lend J) Her acting was superb. We wanted to visit her but our bus was scheduled to leave in an hour. In Hollywood, we stopped in at the Chicago Dirty Sox ' training camp where we conversed with Ernie Woodward, who is their playing manager this year. As we left the training can?), we came across Dorothy Tuchscher, who had taken over Hedda Hopper ' s job of writing all the things that go on in the society of Hollywood. The next day we were off to Austin, Texas, where we visited Joan Bell, the head of Arthur Murray ' s dancing studio in that city. She told U3 that the Ringless Brothers Circus was at Oklahoma City, Oklahoma and that it was such an extraordinary performance that we ought not miss it. We, therefore left that afternoon so we would be able to take in the evening show. When we got there, we noticed Rodney Hermansen scrubbing the elephants so we didn ' t disturb him. Later we saw him barking at a side show to get a little business. We went into a side show and there found Violet Haase, who was adver- tised as the tatooed lady. You can imagine our surprise when we saw Mable Schaller dressed in a sorong with long hair flowing behind her in Dorothy Lamour fashion. We heard a terrific commotion outside and everyone rushed from the tent to the lions cage. There was Darlene Hatfield, the greatest lion tamer of all time, flat on her back with a lion all set to chew an arm off. By this time we were pretty much fed up with the circus so we left, not knowing whether Darlene has one arm or two I Maybe there isn ' t any Darlene anymore, who knows? Off we started for Miami, Florida. While at the beach we heard someone barking swimming instructions to a class of beginners. We went in that direction adn found that it was Delores Provost. She told us that she and Betty Pahl had an apartment in Miami and that Betty was a stenographer in an insurance company, and very much in love with her boss. But he was married so that let her out. Traveling north to Atlantic City, Georgia, the following day, we stopped in for the coronation of Miss America, who was none other than our own Mary Jean Donahe. After the ceremonies, we noticed a familiar figure directing traffic at the intersection. As we drew near, we saw that it was Roy Widmer, a member of the Atlantic City Folice Force. 1949 Ellendale High School Yearbook Coleman Museum 2017

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City of EUendale %Z44 TVcCt County of Dickey State of North Dakota . We, the seniors of Glendale High School being of sound mind(??) , on this solemn eve of our sad departure from the afore-mentioned institution of higher learning do hereby bequeath the following to the future graduates of our beloved high school, ARTICLE I To the Junior Class we will our co-operation in school activities and the right bo be called seniors after ten o’clock p.m.. May 27. ARTICLE II To the Sophomores we will our great success in planning the Junior-Senior Prom and our very studious abilities, ARTICLE III To the Freshmen we will our ability to stay in school and work hard for four uears, ARTICLE IV The individual bequests are as follows: I, Ardys anderson, leave Gary Tiegs to carry on the 11 end ale tradition ef safe auto driving for which I am noted, I, Rayma Bartels, do bequeath my sunny disposition and cheery co-operation to Sally Crabtree, I Harold Beecher, do leave my business trips to Frederick to. Ivan Sand, I, Joan Bell, do bequeath my ability to Filibuster in economics to Helen Tuuri. I, Violette Brown, leave my bashfulness to Marion MaGoon. I, Mary Jean Donahe, leave my dark brown eyes to Donna Mae Van Sickle in hopes that it will help her B.A. (Boy appeal to you, Donna Mae) I, Virgil Erdelt, do bequeath my two-toned shoes, my plaid shirt, my plaid trousers, my plaid socks, and my striped tie to... anyone who can stand to wear the concoction. I, Marion Gehring, do transmit the fine art of snoozing in class to Bruce McShane in case he has missed the minor points, I, Violet Haase, leave part of my gum-cracking to any other gum fiend, I, Betty Hagen, do hereby leave my twirling ability and baton to Marian Martin, I t Darlene Hatfield, do hereby brqueath my speed in leaving E.H.S. to Natalie Nickolaison. I, Rodney Hermansen, do hereby leave my brain to the biology class for further analysis. Z f Vivian Heil, do hereby leave my size four shoes to Shirley Adams, hoping they will please you, Shirley, I, Maurice Huber, do leave my old razor blades and shaving mugs to any fellow who wants to play Romeo. I, Nadine Jury, do hereby bequeath my smallness of stature to Ella Stein- wand. I, Paul Kern, leave my ability to blow the trombone in the band and my flirting ability to Duane Wanttie.