Hartley High School - Oracle Yearbook (Hartley, IA)

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— THE 1956 ORACLE — LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE SENIOR CLASS We. the Senior Class of ‘56, being of sound mind and body, despite what the teachers may say, do hereby leave to you just a small percentage of our many outstanding qualities, too many to even begin to mention, with the profound hope that the future sen- iors will be just one-tenth the great class we were. Well, enough of that — so here goes! I. Danny Shinkle, discoverer of how to fly in an automobile, leave this discovery to Den- nis Ewoldt so our highways will be more safe on which to drive. I, Ardine Welch, hereby bequeath and bestow upon Marlene Schwein my blushing abil- ity so the class of ‘57 will have a modest maiden among them. I, Janeen Skinner, will my artistic ability to Mable Groff so the Echo will have a good art editor next year. I, Leonna Hewitt, will my love for Neebel's Danceland to Thelma Shaefer so it will still be popular with the school kids in '57. I, Cleone Meyer, will my ability in all the school activities to Glenda Meyer to keep the tradition in the family. 1, Richard Olhausen, will my card-playing ambitions to Gerald Nissen so Shouse’s can stay open. I, Harold Wills, pass my football ability on down to my little kid brother, Larry Wills, to keep the team in the running. I, Bruce Ewoldt, will my intellectual capacity to Bob Anderson so the physics class may be doubly assured of a brilliant brain. I, Kathryn Schmidt, will my polite quietness to Mary Lou Westphal because I must leave something to one of those juniors. I, Phyllis Kruckenberg, will my love for horseback riding to Sharon Harms so the class of '57 will have an animal lover in the midst. I, Janice McCarty, will my arguing ability to my brother. Larry McCarty, although he really has enough of his own. I, Karen Golla, the cheerleader who can turn those excellent cartwheels, leave my ability to Sharon Lux so she might be able to turn one in her senior year. I, Earl Sampson, leave to Jay Hofmeyer my love for fishing so that he can tell some more of his fish stories. I, Karen Severance, will my tallness to Karen Wiese so she won’t have to look up so far to see Roger. I. Vance Kelley, the pride of Hartley’s Band, will my flighty fingering on the clarinet to Betty Dykstra so her clarinet playing will remind her of me next year. I, Joanne Liedtke, will my sparkling rock to Pat Foley so she may glitter through the halls come fall. I. Joan Epping, peppy post forward on our basketball team, will my scoring ability to Marlys Gruhn so her name can head the scoring list next year. I, Yvonne English, will my design of laughter to Janna Faye Dodge so the seniors will have one giggling girlie in their class. I, Milo Peters, president of the Hartley High School Band, will my honorable office to Joe Wille because the band would be lost without a president. I. Betty Hilbert, being of sound mind and body, leave my ability to operate the movie projector so inefficiently to Rita Thorne. There should be one girl in the movie business each year.

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— THE 1956 ORACLE — CLASS HISTORY (continued) After three glorious months of vacation, we returned to old H. H. S. a year older and none the wiser. Mr. Abbott was soon to learn that the sophomore class was composed of “mad biologists. Those poor animals! LeRoy Walker left us that year, but we were soon joined by Larry Duncan, who proved to be our track star. Our class candidates, Janeen Skinner and Vance Kelley, reigned over our Home- coming that yeai. At last we were juniors! We started the year with 49, but it seemed as though some liked married life better and left us, these being Mary Ann Koele and Betty Muil- tnburg. Later we lost Marlin Wimmer to Everly, and LeRoy Post to the Army. Karen Severance joined our class to round it out to a full 46. One of the greatest days of our junior year was the day we were called out of class to order our class rings. What a thrill it was to slip those rings on for the first time! Some were soon wrapped with tape while others hung on chains around that “special” one's neck. Every class has its actors and actresses and we were no exception. Our class play was Everyone Works But Father. It was quite a deal. We’ll never forget Karen Sever- ance in her gaudy dress and with those bandages on her face! We had quite the time. Gay Paree!! Our Junior-Senior Banquet!!! What fun we had after a meal fit for a king and a dance afterwards with those late hours and loads of fun. As our friends of the Senior Class received their diplomas, we shed a tear or two, for we were next in line. We passed our last three months’ vacation. We were now “the wheels” — the SENIORS! !! Another girl, Mary Jager, left us to join the ranks of Mrs., but Kenneth Schaa joined us to keep our class at 47. We were without Lyle Stoterau for the first semester and were glad to have him back with us the last half of the year. Our majorette, Betty Hilbert, lead our band on to another I rating to add anoth- er to our three I’s. And Homecoming! We didn’t have the winning float this year, but Marilynn Schierholz reigned over Homecoming with Gene Glaser and her two attendants, Joanne Liedtke and Ardine Welch. Smile at the birdie, and snap — our pictures were taken. Gee, they look just like me! was the comment as we looked at our proofs. So, we climaxed our years in H. H. S. Be it Skip Day, a Junior-Banquet or a Senior Class Play, we did our best to make it a success, and in the years to come we’ll all look back on all the fun and laughter we had together. We’ll never forget good old H. H. S.!!! Page Seventeen

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— THE 1956 ORACLE — LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT (continued) I, Peggy Scharnberg, leave my love for Army men to Jeanette Boetel because army guys need someone to write to. I. JoAnn Steen bequeath my way with the Moneta fellows to Marilyn Peterson. Someone must keep Hartley on good terms with Moneta. I, Gene Glaser, nifty dancer of the modern age, will my ability to Delmar Brockshus so Melvin as well as Hartley may have that swing and sway. I. Larry Duncan, the guy who always knows what time it is, bestow my impersonations of Howdy Doody upon Leland Glaser. We wouldn’t want his talent to leave HHS. I, Kenny Schaa, will my way with women to Gilbert Denny so he can be a roaming Romeo. I, Arthur Back, willfully will my knack for staying out of trouble to Norman Kroese. Hartley High should have a shining speck of goodness. I, Evelyn Harms, chief cook and bottle washer for Red’s Cafe, leave my occupation to Denice Dykstra so she can have dishpan hands. I, Betty Noonan, will my quietness and sweet personality to JoAnn Hesse so she can be a shining example next year. I. Tom Ferguson, will my unique ability to pronounce Stanley La Weiga Keya-who-poo- per to Harlan Heetland so the art class may again be thrilled with Mr. Hooper’s chuckles. I, Norman Kearney, will my seat as president of the Student Council to Robert Fedder- sen so he may know a true headache. 1, Gary Ott, bequeath my beat up jalopy which is called a Ford to John Noonan so Hart ley streets can still be a scene of action. I, Darrell Denny, famous diamond expert, leave my talent to the junior boys. It may come in handy some day. I, JoAnne Raber, leave my love for boys named Wills” to Barbara Olhausen. May she carry cn the tradition. I, Larry Albrecht, will my goofing technique to Chuck Allred to keep H.H.S. exciting in the yeai to come. I, Richard Nissen, the guy who keeps the Hartley - Sutherland road worn smooth, leave this characteristic to Harland Cummings so Sutherland girls will have a Hartley man in their midst next year. I, Shirley Sampson, leave to my fellow letter writer, Marlys Klinker, my experience at composing letters for an absent boyfriend. 1, Marjorie Berry, on my way to become a nurse, will my ambition to Phyllis Mohni. If she doesn't want it. she can give it back. I, Arlo Tewes, refuse to give anything of mine away. I’ll keep what I have, thank you. We, Carol Flabbena and Barbara Terpstra, cute gals seen around H.H.S., leave our friendly ways and fun-loving ways to that junior named Betty Speck because she is so nice herself. I. Marjorie Strayer, leave anything I have that she wants to Karlene Kluender. We mates have to stick together. I, Kay Vezina, do leave to Barbara Rounds my talent in jolly old journalism class. Mr. Borchard must have someone to order around. We, Clifford Muilenburg and John Schuett, do leave to the junior class our established friendship with Mr. Hooper so they may find him as much fun as we did. I, Melva Schmoll, possessor of all that vim and vigor, leave some of it to Margo Brinkert. Too much of it is getting me down. Page Nineteen