Fairmont Public School - Tiger Yearbook (Fairmont, NE)

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lunch hour. From 2:00 until 4:00 o’clock, we went to our Personal Interest Conferences and receiv. d individual counseling from the outstanding leaders who were chosen to help us. Ait 4:00, there were several panel discussions on Training Opportunity s and Employer-Employee Relationship. During free-time, many of us w nt to the college track meet. Carolyn was , ' ;y happy when Doane won over Wesleyan and Midland. Bonnie and Arlene went shopping, and Bonnie was very embarrased when a littl girl asked her. • Mommie, can I have some peanuts out of your sack?” A case of mistaken identity (?) While waiting for the banquet, Charlie was startled when Mac McGraw yelled across the street, ‘‘Chuck, are you Still loving the same woman ” Yes, was the answer. The dance was over early, and Carolyn and Arlene were very worried when Bonnie and Doris were not a‘. the car when it was time to go home. A couple o- - liege toys seemed to hav been occupying their time. Everyone had a wonderful time and agreed that the day was well spent. CLASS PLAY Tne Senior class .presented the play, “Gre.n Midnight,” May 6. It was a three-act comed'y-drama. The cast was as follows: Ingram Butler, .middle-aged businessman Keith Moul Clarice Butler, wife—socially ambitious Muriel Softley Shirley Butler, daughter—.average college girl . Carolyn Goodrich Stevie Butler, daughter— tomiboyish” Esta Marie Spahr Peggy Hamlin, niece—very clever young lady Arlene Stetina Ray Hunt, noted war correspondent Rob.rt Dawson Julia Travers, secretary cf sheriff - — - Donna Avers Cynthia Link, club woman type—friendof Mrs. Butler Bonnie Frazier J. J. Sylvian, metropolitan businessman Charles Ellis .ke Kimble, d.puty sheriff—mot too bright Dale Hall Hattie Jeitt, colored maid Doris West Mystery Woman ? ? ? ? ? Director , Mrs, Knutzen Asst. Director Virginia Broman Stage Managers —-------------------- Floyd Dado, Jerry Laschanzky Advertising Vern Justa. Rodney Komarek Summary: Mr. and Mrs. Butler are trying to impress a socialite, Cynthia Link, and a businessman, J. J. Sylvian. Complications are presented by their daugh- er. Stevie Eutler. and niece. Peg Hamlin. Ray Hunt provided the mystery which had the whole cast detecting. At the end, everything turns out fine. Th play, we feel, was a greajt success and we wish to thank Mrs. Knutzen for sponsoring the play.

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After lunch at the union Elation, Bonnie and Arlene went through the process of taking and developing th ir own pictures. Jerry’s 'billfold fun was ended by a railroad official. WCW was next cn our schedule. Keith was disappointed when, upon inquiry, hie found that ihis favorite—Jessie Young—was not at the Studio. The television machines—which rec.ntly arrived—were on display. At the airpcrt, we loured a DC3, DC4 and the ccntrol tower. K ith, Bcb and Charlie wenit for an airplane ride. Bob did not like it for he returned air-sick. Back to Omaha for a period of free-time, 'then to the Hotel Hill for six o’clock dinner. Rodney was interested in visiting “The Cave” under (the Hill (and it wasn’t a cellar.) Everyone enjoyed Gene Krupa and Penny Edward’s stage performance and 'the movie which followed. We finally came to the conclusion that Esta and Charlie overly enjoyed the 3how, asitihey were not preseift when the bus was ready to leave We hadn't traveled far until—'With no help from Dale—his flash camera went off. Stopping at Lincoln for lunch, Floyd had some 'trouble in his approach to the cafe, as he tried to enter through 'the window instead of 'the door. About sev.n miles ea3t of Milford the bus suddenly stopped'—what happened? Virg.nia s.tpp d eff the bus and joined her sister, so we con.inued our journey with no fear of an accident. It was two o’clock and '[he wide-awake Seniors arrived home. Muriel and Donna were very pi ased that they had stayed aw’ake all day, never ending their conversation for a little sleep. Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Knuhzen, for beir.-g such fine sponsors and for mak- ing our day complete. CAREER DAY At 9:15, on April 13, 1949, 189 Seniors from the Traiiways Conference met at Doane college for their Career Day. Fairmont was the first group Ho receive their registration material. We as- sembled at th: Conservaory as Mr. Reed called, “Kiddies, let’s come out cn the grass.” Convocation began a‘t 9:45 with group singing. An address of welcome was given by the president of Doane College. Dr. D. Crawford. Dr. Walter Beggs of the University of Nebraska gave the most outstanding sp ech of the day. A short 'tour of the campus was taken before we went .to our Occupational Interest Conferences. At th se conferences, we discussed our Kuder Tests. At lunch time, a group cf our Seniors were attracted by a new car sitting cut- side of the dining room window. Was it a Nash, a Ford, or two? W. H. Hauser, Superitencent of Scho;ls of Douglas Ccuni.y, gave an inspiring speech during ;he

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CLASS PROPHESY One fin summer diay, I was sitrolling along down the sidewalk in Central Park, New York City, New York. You see, I was now a fashion designer for one of these exclusive little French shops in New York, I was feeling esp cially good because just that morning I had received' a letter from one of my old school chums, Bonnie Frazi r. It seems than Bonnie was now a concert; pianist and had been touring Europe. Her ship would arrive in New York the next day and I was co meet her on tlhe dock. This would ibe the end of her tours for sev 1 al months, as her doctor had advised a rest in the country. My summer vacation also started the next day—by seme strang,. coincidence—so we had planned to spend it •.( gether out west in Nebraska—the old heme state. 'xhe next morning I got up bright and early and tcok a -taxicab down to .he dock. The ship was already in but I couldn’t see Bonnie anywhere. All at once L looked up and-there was Bonnie, coming down the gang plank—arm in arm with a ball, handsome admiral. There-was something familiar about that walk. They saw m and hurrieoi over. The gentleman doffed his cap. Then I knew im- mediately who he was. That blond crew-cut was a dead give away. Yes, Charlie Erlis, in person. He invited us to his cottage in .he suburbs for lunen. Of course, we couldn’t pass up a free lunch in high-priced New York. We were greeted at the doorway of his lov.ly heme by a little woman in a frilly apron. As she opened the door, three little tow-headed 'tornadoes came tearing out and swarmed over their daddy. Yes, «the woman was th: former EJsta Marie Sphar. Ecnnie ard I observed .hat Charlie and Fsia were well cn their way of a task- ctball te2m. After a delicicus lurch, we made our departure ar.d hurried to Grand Central Station to -get train tickets to Nebraska. As we waited, -the train came in and we noticed tihe flashing white teeth of the engineer looked awrfully familiar. He glanced our way, saw us and immediately got out and came ever to drew my attention to a large billboard across the street. The caption read; “EAT CRUNCHY. SCRUMPTIOUS. TEMPTULATING. DORREY WESS POTATO CHIPS.” Under these words was a picture of a girl with -white, pearly teeth, and peaches and cream complexion, eating potato Chips. Why, it was Ooris West! ! We’d lost contact with her in the last ten years but it seemed Doris was doing well ter hers If. Gosh, a model, and she even had a brand of potato chips named after her. speak to us. Why, it was Vern Justa! ! We could only talk a short time be- cause Vern said he must keep his train on schedule. He told us—wi.h -t ars fil- ling his eyes—i.that his old Model A finally gave out frem too strenuous duty, sc he decided being an engin er on a fast-moving Zephyr would do just as well. He missed his old faithful jalopy but decided he could go faster, now. We bcaided the train and get set.led comf.rtably in our seats. Tn journey remained uneventful until the next morning, when we were awakened by .he train slowing up in Chicago. We feund our tickets w re in a mix-up ar.d w? would have to lay ever 24 hours. Deciding to make -the best cf it, we -ate b:eak- fast in he s at-lon and then started out to see the town. We met with an unfer- tun'ate accident, however. As we stepped off the curb, Bennie slipped and twisted h r ankle. There was a doctor’s office across the street, so we hurried over. As we started 'to open the door, we saw the fancy gold letters on the win- dow. They read: Robert Dawson, M. D.—Foot Specialist.” We exchanged glances. Surely .his couldn’t be the “Woody” we’d known in years back. Well, the only way to find out was -to go in and see for ourselvevs. The waiting room was empty, so the nurs sent us right into the office. Sure enough, there was our old carrot-top schoolmate. We had a nice time -talking while Bob examined Bonnie’s a.vkie. He found it was no.hing more serious than a slight sprain and taped it up. We get up to leave, but Ec-b said it was just- about time for his lunch hour and if we’d wait, he would take us to lunch. W waited for him and then went to lunch, which we enjoyed immensely. We then said “good-bye” again -to another old friend. We were taking our time looking around when som thing