Goodrich High School - Pantherine Yearbook (Goodrich, ND)

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Valedictorian-Curt Fandrich Beatrice pinning a flower on a senior's mother, Mrs. Hartman. '-J Dr. Gordon Olson, president of Minot State College gave the graduation address. GRADUATION May 25, 1971 culminated twelve years of work, play, and fun for the '71 seniors. The two honor students, Curt Fandrich, valedictorian, and Faye Eiselen, salutatorian, each gave a short speech on graduation night. The speaker for com- mencement was Dr. Gordon Olson, president of Minot State College. Baccalaureate speaker was Pastor W.J. Neptune, pastor of the Goodrich S.D.A. church. On class night the class poem, written by Dorinda Dockter, was read. The class prophecy, written by Duane Wangen, Linda Stober, Ray Hawley and Pat Schauer was read by Jim Buchmann. The class will, read by Debra Felchle, and the class song were important parts of class night. Farewell seniors! We wish you success! Salutatorian-Faye Eiselen Juniors Ray Hawley and Linda Hintz lead the graduation procession. 5 5 Darrell Hartman, Frank Washnieski, Byron Brodehl and Dean Hieb check last minute details before marching in.

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BRENDA SEIBEL Class Offices-2g Pep Club-1-2-3-45 Band-1-2-3-45 Choir-1-2-3-4g G.A.A.-1-2-3-45 Annual Staff-3-asst. ed.g Paper Staff-2-3g Stage Band-4g Madrigal-3- 4g Play Cast-4. FRANK WASHNIESKI Class Offices-3g Student Coimcil-4g Pep C1ub-1-2- 3-4g Band-1-2-3-4g Choir-1-2-3-4g Letterman-1-2-3- 4g Music Camp-3g Paper Staff-25 Band Offices-4g Track-1-2-3-4g Basketball-1-2-3-4g Football-1-2-3- 4g Baseball-1-2g Stage Band-3-4g Madrigal-3-4. CLASS COLORS: NAVY BLUE AND SILVER HIGHLIGHTS Highlights of the year included a ham and scalloped potato supper in the fall, a snowmobile party at Fandrichs on March 21, and a Hobo party on March 30. These events provided en- tertainment and funds for the senior class. J ASO N WI N T E R Pep Club-1-2-3-45 Choir-1-2-3-45 Letterman-2-3-4 Madrigal-3-43 Play Cast-4. TIMOTHY WONNENBERG Class Offices-3g Student Council-25 Pep Club-1-2- 3-4g Band-1-2-3-43 Choir-1-2-3-4g Boys' State-3- Music Camp-2-3-49 Paper Staff-25 Choir Officesi 4g Stage Band-3-45 Madrigal-2-3-4. Senior class officers: 1. to r., Mr. McDaniel, advisorg Debra treas.g Byron Brodehl, pres.g Randy Frueh, vice pres Mertz, sec. 3 Paper Staff-25 Track-35 Football-2-3-4g

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CLASS PROPHECY It was August, 1984. As a senior news reporter for NBC, I had just finished covering the first flight to Mars, from NASA headquarters at Dallas, Texas. My boss sent a telegram and told me to take the next two months off. I planned to spend my vacation bumming aroimd all over the country. I was at the airport bright and early on Monday morning. While waiting for my plane, I noticed several private planes. One of them was pink with green racing stripes. The door opened and out came a jolly looking executive, whom I im- mediately recognized as Byron Brodehl. I ran to meet him and ask him about his career. He told me that he was a photographer for Playboy Magazine, and that he was very happy with the career he had chosen. I was about to leave him when the pilot of the plane stepped out. It was Captain Tim Brodehl, who had first served in the U.S. Air Force, but later decided to go to work for Byron. Tim said he ac- companied Byron everywhere, and that it was infinitely more interesting than the Air Force! My seatmate on the plane was none other than Luanne Schacher. I asked where she was headed, and was informed that she was an ardent member of the Pussycat League, and was on her way to Portland, Oregon to speak at a Pussycat Con- vention. Her husband, Arlo, was at home taking care of the house and the kids. In Santa Fe, Nex Mexico, I went downtown to shop for a new camera. As I walked down a side street, I came upon a most curious sight. It was a large store window, and sitting inside the window was Randy Frueh. He was carefully knitting a pink sweater! I rushed in to find out why. He explained that he was a Maytag repairman who had never been called on to do any repair work. So he spent his time knitting sweaters for he and Sue's twelve children. As I strolled past the Sands Hotel in Reno, I noticed a very familiar name in lights. I wondered if it was the same Laverda I had known back at GHS. I checked, and found out that it was! I managed to see Laverda for a few minutes, and learned that she was doing her twelfth straight week at the Sands as a pop singer. The main reason she was in Reno, however, was that she was working on her seventh divorce, so that she would be free to marry Richard Burton, who was waiting for her in London. As I was hitch-hiking my way from Reno to Los Angeles, I was approached by a dark green Ford pick-up. The door swung open to reveal a stimning green-eyed blonde. It was Brenda Erdmann! I hopped in, and we took off, barely missing an approaching semi. During the breathtaking ride to Los Angeles, I found out that Brenda had been test driving pickups for Ford for the past several years. She dropped me off on the outskirts of Los 1971 Angeles. I went directly to the studio where Dean Martin and the Golddiggers were taping a new show. I was hardly settled in my seat when out on stage came Jeanette Neuharth, wearing a black and orange sequined jumpsuit. She introduced Dean, and then sat on his lap while they sang Close To You . After this thrilling experience, I hopped a plane to Sidney, Montana. During the taxi-ride to my hotel, I noticed a huge billboard which advertised Debbie's Delicious Home-Grown Beef Jerkey . I stopped there and was greeted by Debbie Adam. She showed me around her store and told me about her 6000 acre cattle ranch. She also told me about her part-time job as the city's most in-demand go- go girl. I bought a horse from Debbie and rode through the Big Horn Mts. and the Badlands to Bismarck, North Dakota. Once in Bismarck, I learned that a brand new Civic Center had been built, and that the governor of North Dakota was to give a speech there that very evening. I was quite exhausted, but decided to go anyway. At the appointed time, the governor walked out on stage, and the audience burst into wild cheers. I gasped in surprise as I realized it was Jeff Freadrich! Ten minutes later, when the cheering finally stopped, he began his speech. At the end of two hours, everyone around me was sound asleep. I tiptoed out, and went to look for the nearest restaurant. Two blocks from the Civic Center, I found Tim's Drive-In . I wandered in and ordered a double cheeseburger with everything for me, and a large bowl of oatmeal for my horse. I peered behind the counter and there stood Tim Wonnenberg and his wife Monica! They were flipping hamburgers back and forth between them like mad. Tim told me that they had three boys and three girls who were all at scout camp learning how to make hamburgers. The next morning, I decided to ride to Goodrich, my hometown, in hopes of finding a farmer who would buy my horse. I was astonished to find that Goodrich had become a huge metropolis, with air pollution, traffic jams, and all the things a big city needs. My horse became frightened in the midst of all the traffic, and decided to ditch me. A passing motorist called an ambulance and I was taken to the Goodrich City Hospital for treatment of minor cuts and bruises. On my way out of the hospital, I noticed a sign which said, Curtis D. Fandrich, Resident Surgeon. I knocked at the door, and it was opened by a man in a white coat, and a fiery-red moustache. I had to look twice to make sure, but it was Curtis all right! I found out that he was the foimder of the hospital, and was also working on his fifth book entitled, How to Remove Your Own Gall Bladder at Home.