Etna Union High School - Nugget Yearbook (Etna, CA)

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Future Farmers of America. FIRST ROW: Melvin Norris, Steve Roberts, Douglas Munson, Stewart Marvin Halliday, Bob Hovenden, Dale Wolford, John Deppen, Doug Earnest, Kay George, Russell Smith, Danny Deppen, SECOND ROW: Mathews, Sam George. FOURTH ROW: Mr. Sorenson, Dave Brad- Alva McBroom, James Craig, Robert Munson, Eddie Herron, Bill ford, Robin Wagner, Milton Wolford, Art Halliday, Gene Branson. Depew, Ernie Bigham, George Morris, James Smith. THIRD ROW: Lettermen Alva McBroom, Mr. Preston, Ernie Bigham, Lee Wade, Doug Mathews

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Future Homzmalaets of America if-fi ufffis 9 R- 'f sts is .Y i Q . S Ma HUMEMA I 'YEQ wg, in AMECRI CA FIRST ROW: Barbie Rich, Nadine Smith, Barbara Franklin, Shirley Cooke, Beverlee Coatney, Mrs. Sorenson. SECOND ROW: Verna Rose Branson, El Karen Kays, Lorena Dillman, Janice Birdwell, Peggy Haas, Lynne Palmer. FOURTH ROW: Pat Earnest, Susan Mathews, Judy ' 'liwlkli Van Lindt, Carol Hammond, Jeanenne Morris, Sue Kramer, Arlene Hughes. FIFTH ROW: Linda Holmes, Mary Ann Hurlimann, Margie Halliday, Loraine Lewis, Lynda Orpe, Betty Purcell, Maxine Czer- winski, Carrie Mushett. Girls Athletic Association FIRST ROW: Elta Edwards, Nadene Murphy, Mary Ann Hurlimann, Verna Rose Branson, Maxine Czerwinski, Barbara Franklin, Peggy Haas, Gwenn Clark. SECOND ROW: Shirley Cooke, Carol Ham- mond, El Karen Kays, Lorena Dillman, Melanie Dudley, Patty Rich, Fern Harrison, Lynne Palmer. THIRD ROW: Mrs. Carter, Pat Earnest, Susan Mathews, Karol Skillen, Loraine Lewis, Janice Birdwell, Bever- H lee Coatney, Judy Stoutenburg. FOURTH ROW: Rayelyn Smith, Joanne Van Lindt, Judy Van Lindt, Carrie Mushett, Barbie Rich, Suzanne Roberts. FIFTH ROW: Cynthia Robinson, Nadine Smith, Judy Skillen, Arlene Hughes, Peggy Earnest. SIXTH ROW: Novella Corbett, Diana Munson, Sue Kramer, Margie Halliday.

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QCONTINUED FROM PAGE TWELVE! She gave him any angry glance, then blurted out, Dick, I'm sorry, but I can't go to the dance with you tonight. Please! Don't ask me for a reason. With this she turned and ran the short distance to the school. Dick stood there s i l e n t l y watching the doors swallow her fleeing figure. The dance was going full blast as Dick walked into the door that night. There was a buzz of whispers as couples began to notice him: Well, look over there. Isn't that Dick Warner? Somebody catch me, there's Dick! Poor Warner, wonder who will break the bad news? Dick stood there for a few minutes, then he saw Francie. She was dancing with a very good-looking boy, and she didn't notice him. He turned and walked OUT. As Dick shuffled down the dark street, he began to draw himself back into that hard shell of loneliness. All the while he kept telling himself: l told you sol All girls are alike! You can't trust any of them! I thought you learned your lesson from Barbara, but no, you have to -- His thoughts were broken off by the clatter of heels on the sidewalk and a breathless voice calling, Dick, Dick, wait! He turned to find Francie running after him. He said bitterly, Francie, there's no need to --- Oh, Dick, you knot-head! Be still and let me ex- plain. I didn't see you until you were half-way through the door, so I ran after you-'cause I knew what you were thinking. Don't say a word, let me finish first. You see, I had to break our date for to- night because we were going to have company, and Mom laid down the law and said I had to stay home. I was so mad at her this morning, I couldn't see straight so I -- But you came to the dance with that other guy? Oh, him! That's easy to explain. You see, he's part of the company that came this evening. Mom knew I was still mad at her, so she told me to go to the dance and take Bobby with me and introduce him to Joan. I guess I should have explained this morning, but I'm sort of a funny person about such things. She broke off the rapid explanation when she noticed his relieved grin, and hand in hand, they re- traced their steps to the school and the dance. Autumn came late for Dick, but it was much better than the early one he had known before. -Novella Corbett, Junior 20 FIRST PLACE POEM Nkcclitation As I stood alone in the garden- Alone with the peace and quiet, I seemed to hear bells ringing Yet! No one was in sight. The bells were ringing softly And the flowers swaying to and fro, The leaves in the trees were rustling, And a robin was saying hello. As I gazed o'er the valley, My heart could never tell All the ioy I felt within While I harken'd to the bell. -Nadene Murphy, Sophomore FIRST PLACE ESSAY A Tribute to Mrs. Nkinna Horn I am sure that all who were students under Mrs. Horn will agree that she was a definite influence in their lives. This is especially true in my case, because I did not have to share her attention with other stu- dents. I was her only student, and therefore received the full intensity of her desire to teach. Since Latin is no longer ta ug ht at Etna High School, Mrs. Horn-though retired-agreed to teach this subiect to me, a transfer student. I had the pleasure of this association for two years. Mrs. Horn's sincerity, humility, courage, and hon- esty left definite impressions on my character. She gave me not only a great understanding of Latin, but also of life as a whole. Mrs. Horn was as faithful as the postman. She drove her Lizzie, a Model A, the two miles into Etna come rain, sleet, or snow. She even drove an extra nine miles when the floods had washed out the bridges! A wonderful sense of humor was also one of Mrs. Horn's many qualities. There was always a humorous anecdote to help me understand my translations. When I was ill, or on my birthdays, she would send iokes in Latin, and in English, along with her cards. Mrs. Horn was a strict teacher, but she was also always ready with praise when earned. Her eagerness inspired me to greater effort in the pronunciation of words. Through her interest I have improved my enun- ciation and pronunciation of everyday English words. I must admit that I do not miss the Latin homework one bit, but I definitely miss my association with the wonderfuI Mrs. Horn. -Beverlee Coatney, Senior