Hartley High School - Oracle Yearbook (Hartley, IA)

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— 1958 ORACLE — CLASS HISTORY (continued) During this year we had the privilege of preparing the Junior-Senior banquet. Our theme was ‘‘Moonlight and Roses” and after a delicious meal prepared by our mothers, the waitresses and waiters cleared and removed the tables for the dance. Every class has its actors and actresses, and we were not exceptions. Our class play was ‘‘A Date With Judy” directed by Mr. Walters. It was quite a play and we'll never forget the short dresses Ruby and Jolene wore. As the friends of the Senior Class received their diplomas, we shed a tear or two. for we were next in line! Our last three months vasation passed rapidly and we were now the “Wheels” of Hartley High. We continued with a class of 45 with no new classmates and no losses. Our majorette, Nancy Smith, led our band to another I rating and the football team was undefeated and tied with Aurelia for the conference title. Homecoming! We didn’t have the winning float this year, but Judith Mundt reigned over Homecoming with Wallace English as King. The attendants were Glenda Philiph and Sharon Zahn. “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, Junior-Senior Banquet, or the Senior Class Play, we did our best to make it a success. In the many 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. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE SENIOR CLASS We, the class of 1958, being of 45 sound minds and a few dead bodies, will to you our amazing capacity for aggravating those poor souls in the teaching profession. We will to you all books, desks, tables, chairs, teachers, freshmen and all mis- cellaneous junk including broken pencil sharpeners. We, the class of 1958, wish the best to you and hope that you will keep Hartley High the school we are proud to say we graduated from. I, Jim Strayer, will my rabbits to Loyd Rons because every class needs an animal lover. I, Dave Roth, will my shyness to Ronald Philiph. I, Beverly Reinke, on my way to become a nurse, will my ambition to Mary Jo Romey. I, Rex Nonneman, leave my task of keeping Miss Bodnar humo-ed to Jim Jurgens. He shall carry on in my absence next year; at least I think I’ll be absent. I, Darrell Strampe, nifty dancer of the modern age, will my ability to Tim Roth so Hartley will continue to have that swing and sway. Page Seventeen

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— 1958 ORACLE — CLASS HISTORY (continued) We entered fifth grade with twenty-one in the class under the direction of Miss Koch. This year five left our grade. I hey were Judith Mundt, Pauline Uhe, Carol Gamble, Jerry Watts, and Richard Crysler. We began sixth grade with an enrollment of 26. Our new teacher was Miss Jones. We gained five new students: Irene Heuer, Beverly Morfitt, Joan Christie, Da- vid Roth, and Roger Westphal. Those who left were Jean Kindred and Gary Byers. This year we had the thrill of moving upstairs and also enjoyed being in study hall with the eighth graders which was quite a change. We also had two teachers, Mr. Fox and Miss Jones. The enrollment was now twenty-nine; the new members were Thais Triplett, David McCord, and Donald Bethel. Roger Weber was the only one that moved away. Eighth grade began with twenty-six of us and we had the same teachers as the year before. We gained Carole Hoger, David Lorch, and Rodney Wohlert this year. We had the annual Field Day and got to meet quite a few new kids we would be with next year. The whole day was lots of fun. This was our big year! We were now entering the first of the top four classes. We had to start with initiation which turned out to be a riot. We all survived it with the girls wearing bathing suits, diapers, gunny sack tops, bedroom slippers, and of course our baby bottles. The boys wore their jeans and shirts backwards with one high-heeled shoe and one buckled overshoe. They all had the aroma of limburger cheese and onions. We completed the big day with a dance after getting the corn starch and eggs out of our hair. Very exciting and lots of fun. We gained Glenda Rons, Colleen Heetland, Marlene Tewes, Judy Meacham, Sharon Zahn, Judy Mundt, Jerry Scharnberg, Ruth and Ruby Jacobsma, Barbara Tschopp, Glenda Post, Darrel Strampe, Robert Kluender, Wallace English, Ronnie Hennings, Gary Donnenwerth, Dale Wille, Junior Feddersen, Glenda Philiph, Rose Mohr, Delores Perry, and Mavis Ebel. This is now our largest class — fifty-two. All good things must come to an end and so did our sophomore year. We ended our big year by having a picnic at the lakes. Even though a few of us got soaked from speedboat rides, we had a wonderful time. We lost six classmates this year, Glenda Post, Linda Coatsworth, Judy Meacham, Richard Proehl, Lamont Halweg, and Les- ter Muilenburg. We started the junior year with 45, but gained Joanne Klinker and lost Mavis Ebel. One of the greatest days of our junior year was the day we were called out of class to select 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 spec- ial someone’s neck. Page Sixteen

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— 1958 ORACLE — LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT (continued) I, Junior Feddersen, will my seat as president of the student council to Bob Bleeke so he may know a true headache. I. Wally English, will my quietness to Orvie Hansen and Rudy Riessen so the future seniors can have some peace and quiet. I, Pat Fanning, leave my football ability to my brother. Mike, just to keep it in the family. I, Colleen Heetland, will my gift of gab to Deanna Kruckenberg so next year’s seniors will keep informed. I, Yvonne McCarty, will my love of dancing to Monica Noonan and Joan Groen so they will be able to cut a rug next year. I, Delores Perry, leave my neat appearance to Jolene Putnam, Donna Philiph, and Mary Olhausen so they can be the shining examples of Hartley High. I, Rose Mohr, will my quietness to Meredith Linder and Linda Lettengarver. I, Darrell Sampson, leave my technique in the dark room to Bill Hegna; he too can be the king of the movie world. I, Beverly Morfitt, will my love to Army men to Delores Boetel because Army guys need someone to write to. I, Jim Maguire, will my Irish temper to Carol Westphal. I, Barbara Tschopp, will my curly hair to Joyce Smith so she can end her nightly pin- ups. I, Sharon Zahn, leave my position as Oracle Queen to Pat Cooper so she can have a pleasant reign next year. I, Robert Kluender, will my FFA interest to Charles Cooper so the FFA can thrive. I, Roger Westphal, leave my slender build to Jerry Holland so Hartley High will have a thin Man next year. I, Rodney Wohlert, leave my ability to sleep in study hall to Larry Winterboer. I, Jolene Boetel, leave my diamond to Bea Wills because she looks like a good prospect. I, Gary Donnenwerth, will my way with women to Merle Schuett so he can see how the other half lives. I, Irene Heuer, will my membership in the steady club to Judy Schwien so the member- ship will reach new highs in 1959. I, Joan Klinker, will my giggles to Lenie Buddingh so a ray of sunshine may find its way into school next year. I, Ronald Hennings, will my hot car to Kurt Hewitt so he can keep ahead of the Rus- sians. Page Eighteen