Goodrich High School - Pantherine Yearbook (Goodrich, ND)

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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.

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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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My next stop was at the city library. I was sur- prised to see that Faye Eiselen had replaced Mrs. Thompson as librarian. When I found her, she was counting all the money she had received that week from overdue books, and she looked quite happy. She said that it was just enough for a trip to Cathay for some new books, but it looked to me like books were the last thing on her mind. I had lost my travelers checks when my horse threw me, so I went to the bank to have them replaced. I was waited on by Jason Winter, who had inherited the business from his father-in-law. He was very flustered, because he had just found out that his wife, Linda, was going to have triplets. I tried to console him, but then he broke down and told me about the ,other two sets of triplets he and Linda already had! When I went to the airport to catch the next plane out, I found Dean Hieb, who had his own private airline. It seemed that Hurdsfield was still full of pretty girls, so Dean, out of the goodness of his heart, operated an airline between Goodrich and Hurdsfield for underprivileged Goodrich boys whose fathers wouldn't let them use the car. My plane stopped in Wichita, Kansas. The first thing I noticed as we were coming in for the lan- ding, was a huge circus tent. I went there right away and found that Steven Hawley was the ringmaster. He was cracking his whip, and urging everyone to come and see Dorinda, the tightrope walker. Sure enough, it was good ole' Dorinda Dockter. Her favorite trick was to ride a unicycle backwards across the tightrope while balancing a glass of water on her nose. It turned out that Steve and Dorinda were going to be married soon. They planned to have a whole bunch of little clowns, and start their own circus! When I arrived in Chicago, I was told that the Chicago Bulls would be playing there that af- ternoon. The first Woman player in the history of professional basketball would be making her debut. As I took my seat in the auditorium, I saw a tall blonde come charging down the floor and make three successive baskets. She turned around, and lo and behold! it was Nell Schmidt! I was told by the man sitting next to me that Nell's only drawback was that she had a chronic case of dry lips. However, this problem could usually be temporarily solved by a certain water boy by the name of Terry Mertz. I talked to Terry after the game, and he told me that in addition to being Nell's personal waterboy,he hada partftime job as an undertaker's assistant. He was earning money for a new car, because Abbey, after 14 years of faithful service, had finally been carted away to the junkyard. When I got to Sioux City, Iowa, I took a tour through the Foremost Research Center. The last room I was shown housed the mad scientist, Garvin Schneider. Garvin was working day and night to develop a miniature cow, and took time out only for milk breaks. The miniature cows were to be taken along on the next flight to Mars, so the astronauts X would have fresh dairy products at all times. New York City was next on my list. I got there just in time to see Cheryl Helmann win the women's world championship wrestling title. She beat her opponent in the first round. Now she would take a world tour with her husband, Mad-Dog Vashon, otherwise known as Jack Cooper. I stopped off at Carnegie Hall, and there found Debra Felchle, the world-famous opera star. She was appearing with Richard Tucker. Debbie held the world record for holding a high C for exactly 7 minutes and 23 seconds. As I was reading the New York Times in my hotel that evening, the sports headlines screamed at me, World Series Umpire Attacked By Angry Baseball Player. I didn't stop to read the rest, but rushed to the hospital to visit Blair Konschak. He could hardly talk, since he was in a cast from head to toe, but I did find out what had happened. Blair had ruled a player out, and the whole team rushed at him shouting, Kill the umpire! They had nearly managed to do just that. In Washington, D.C., I pulled a few strings and was granted a private interview with the President and Vice-President of the United States, Terrance Mauch and Kathy Mindt, respectively. Terrance was, at that moment, trying to get Congress to pass a new Prohibition Bill, and Kathy backed him all the way. Because of Kathy's great diplomatic talent, she was going to present the bill to Congress herself. This was Terrance and Kathy's second term together, and they had proved to be a most excellent team. I didn't want to miss the Kentucky Derby, so away I went. I had heard that Darrell Harmman had made the finals! The crowd went wild as soon as the race began. There he was-No. 37! He stayed neck to neck with No. 18 until the finalround. Then he spurted ahead to cross the finish line first. Well, well! Darrell had won the Kentucky Derby-on a swayback horse! The big attraction at Nashville, Tennessee was the rock fest, which had just begun. The first group to perform was the Greasy Spoon, featuring Frank Washnieski as drummer, and Robert Demke as lead singer. Frank had finally been allowed to let his hair grow down over his shoulders, and the small part of his face I could see looked very happy. Robert had turned into a bass, and his favorite song was a jazzed-up version of Asleep in the Deep. In Atlantic City, the Miss America pageant was drawing to a close. The whole city was talking about an exotic beauty from North Dakota who was sure to get the title, but nobody knew her name. It turned out to be Brenda Seibel! She was a tall, blue- eyed brunette, who fluttered her eyelashes a lot. For her talent presentation she did ballet, and it was no surprise to me when she was crowned Miss America. My two months were up, and I had to go back to my job. I was glad that each of the members of the Class of 1971 had reached success.