Galva Holstein Community School - Moo Yearbook (Holstein, IA)

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, I Here s To You--! I, Wayne Conover, will my flashy ensembles to Bob Vollmar. I, Robert Dittmer, will my muscles to Dale Huenecke. I, Donald Ewoldt, will my trips to Cushing to Dale Meyer. I, August Goettsch, will my ability to run the mile to Minnie Witt. I, Harry Johnson, will my conceit to Val Gene Moeller. I, Mary Anne Kahl, will my distaste for men to Shirley Goettsch. I, Jack Leinbaugh, will my brawn to Harry Peterson. I, Ingeborg Lembcke, will my peroxide to Phyllis Bochmann. I, Arlene Libke, will my love of School to Duane Zupp. I, Patricia McArthur, will my excess curls to Lorny Lorenzen. I, Irma Obitz, will my giggle to Delores Kistenmacher. I, Delbert Rohlk, will my shy manners to Norton Obrecht. I, Alma Scherner, will my studiousness to Donald Schlumbuam. I, Shirley Stoneking, will my crazy ideas to Delores Lemke. I, Lorene Terry, will my sleepiness to Loretta Jensen. I, Frances Vohs, will my one dimple to Herbert Hunt. I, Meredith Whitehouse, will my ability to write to anyone who will make betteruseof it. I, Donna Wiese, will my drawing ability to Delores Goettsch. ADVERTISING SLOGANS IDENTIFY SENIORS Wayne Conover .................................... .So round, so firm, so fully packed. Robert Dittmer .... Donald Ewoldt ..... ---- -------- ------Tough, but oh! so gentle. -Look Sharp, Feel Sharp, Be Sharp. August Goettsch. ...... ............. . No other like it. Harry Johnson ......... - ...... ,In the Public's Eye. Mary Anne Kahl ........ ............. . Why be Irritated? Jack Leinbaugh ....... .. ......... .. ........ .Don't walk, Run. Ingeborg Lembcke ....... ...... ....... T h ere's a Ford in her Future. Arlene Libke ....... - ....... -- ....... The Way to a Man's Heart is thru his Stomach Patricia McArthur ........ ....... A lways good taste. Irma Obitz ............ .. ..... Never Runs Down. Delbert Rohlk ........ ...... ........... W h ispering Power. Alma Schemer .......... .... ........ .. ..... .Always Milder. Shirley Stoneking ......... ...... ....... . H asn't scratched yetl? Lorene Terry--- .............. ..--.. ...... ...... - You Have to See Ir to Believe Ir. Frances Vohs .................. - ....... .....,, , Bite-size, Meredith Whitehouse ......... .......... S he's lovely, she's engaged, she uses- Donna Wiese ............. -- ...... -,,,- ,The skin you love to Touch. 13

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Senior Treasure Chest of Memories As we, The Class of '46, prepare to leave these halls, We open wide our Memory Chest to see what it recalls. Such wealth pours out from every side, that gold could not atone For all the hours of comradeship and pleasure we have known. September, Nineteen thirty-three, our schooling's just begun, Miss Sohrn believes in teaching us that life is not all fun. She teaches us to read and write, to color, cut, and draw: To whisper, cheat or pinch, we find, is here against the law. The next two years Miss Glorfield and Miss Gray take ns in hand- Students come and students go from out our little band, But Meredith, Shirley, Mary Anne, Auggie Goettsch, and Jack Who began together that first day always wander back. Third, Fourth, and Fifth Grade hold a store of gems we won't forget. Parties, picnics, plays, and hikes were such great fun, and yet, The greatest joy in those three years, outshining all the rest, Was the friendship of Francine Edwards, the teacher we loved best. From Sixth grade into Junior high, we proudly made our way. We crammed each day with fun and work for we had not long to stay. The crowning peak, of course you know, is the banquet served in style, But always we were anxiously awaiting our next mile. At last it came, Ah, fatal day when Freshmen eam their rights! By red streaked faces, baggy clothes, and chilly water fights. The smallest class we've had in years, we heard the people say, But we had will and so we proved, there always is a way. As juniors we just overflowed with energy and plans To earn the money, do the things the Junior prom demands. So when the prom took place at last, one balmy, moonlight night, The Rainbow theme and swirling skirts filled hearts with sheer delight. But now we put back all the gems, and close our treasure chest, Our thoughts fly on to future years that hold the final test. If the way grows rugged, lift your head and hold this shield, Our '46 class motto. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield! Mary Anne Kahl 12

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