Havelock Plover High School - Bobcat Yearbook (Havelock, IA)

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Senior Class Will We, the Senior Class of 1950, being of unsound mind, bowlegged toes, halitosis, falling dandruff, Qcensoredj, do solemnly bequeath these, our most untreasured pos- sessions and abilities to the following unfortunates. First of all to whoever gets to them first next year, we wish to leave our old seats with all their carvings and used gum. May you spend as little time in them as we did. The personal things we wish to leave behind are as follows: James wills his ability to get around to Raymond, may he spend as many care- free hours in the halls as James has Alice wills her winning ways to the Junior Class. May class meetings prove more peaceful hereafter. Chloe wills her desk in the office to Janet, and may Dick become the principal. Sterling, better known as Swede, wills his fire-fighting ability to the Plover Fire Department, and may they profit by his mistakes. His week-end excursions he leaves to the Junior boys--here's luck to you fellas, and we hope you regain your strength as quickly as Sterling does. Colleen wills her height to Doris, and some of her hair to Mr. DeVolder. Ilene wills her reserved ways to Donald Becke who could certainly use them. Marlene wills her ability to erase in typing to Russell Becke--may his Typing grades always be A. Her driving ability she leaves to the Junior boys, may you always be on time fellas. John wills those stinkin' turkeys to Mr. Haselton, may he find much satisfaction in his new hobby. His ability to study he leaves to Art Smith---may you spend as many idle hours in study hall as John has, Art. Mary wills her living room couch to Russell and Ilene, and may it prove more com- fortable than the church steps. Her industriousness in working on the Atom, she leaves to the Juniors. Let every issue be out on time, kids. Gerald wills his intentions to get in early to Roger and Elaine. May they spend many hours on the door-step. A portion of his broad shoulders he leaves to Leslie Becke, his butch and dimples he leaves to Kenny E. Happy hunting Kenny' Barbara wills her devotion to a certain fella to Karlene who is hot on the trail, may you catch him soon, Karlene. Her ability to talk her dad out of the truck at the most con- venient times she leaves to Janet, and may all sermons preached therein be short. We hereby nominate and appoint the underclassmen to be executor of this last Will and Testament. IN WITNESS HEREOF? We have hereunto set our hand and seal this 29th day of Flbruary, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and fifty. Presence of: 10 By: d

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The Class History Nearly thirteen years ago, on September 5, 1939, a rather large group of earnest little urchins trooped up the steps of the schoolhouse for their first half day of education. There were nineteen of us, and I wonder now how our teacher, Miss Dorothy Miller, ever ,stood that and the following days. In spite of our parents' best efforts, we were slightly untamed. We nineteen were: Marvel Cruikshank, Naomi Dall, Norma Enge, Mary J can McKi.m, Donna Lea Sharp, Marlene Simonson, Gladys Stall, Jean Marie Westergaard, Shirley Young, Bobbie Bell, Reuben Evanson, Richard Henderson, Jimmy Horsman, Donald Justice, Raymond Majorowicz, James Pirie, Bennie Rittgers, Gene Sease and John Young. The only changes at the end of that year were that Shirley Young moved and Gene Sease failed. Our teacher for second grade was Miss Clarvne Stone.' What a lot of changest. Four new pupils, a new room and a new teacher. The new pupils were Barbara Bush, Eugene Cirks, Warren Henderson and Richard Forrey. Gladys Stall and Donald Justice moved. Miss Stone was our third grade' teacher too. Roger Heiter and Gerald Kerns became mem- bers of our class, and Reuben Evanson, Jimmy Horsman, Bennie Rittgers, and Naomi Dall left us. One had been retained and the others moved. Miss Grace Hamerly was our new teacher in the room with those HUGE desks. That year, fourth grade, turned out to be a sort of process of elimination and at the end of the year, we found ourselves without Bobbie Bell, Eugene Cirks, Richard and Warren Henderson, Raymond Majorowicz, and Donna Lea Sharp. Must have been a tough year! To top that off, Richard Fbrrey and Marvel Cruikshank moved away. However that year we also had two new students, John Forry and Lorraine Wilson. Lorraine went back to country school for fifth grade, though. Our fifth grade teacher was Miss Mary Barrett. Jennie' Lou Prichard, Alice McKim, Dorothy Sroufe, Sterling Meurer, Denny Strong, Russell Budd, Lyle Ferguson, Anne and Frank Vavricka joined our class, but Anne and Frank moved before the year was over. We lost Roger Heiter and Mary Jean McKim when school was over. Sixth grade---and we were really smart now---parading proudly upstairs. Mrs. Schlacter was our teacher. Lorraine Wilson came to Plover again. Lyman Davis was in our grade for a short while, then moved. Jennie Lou Prichard also moved away. In seventh grade, we produced the play, Tom Sawyer, a fact, of which we are still proud. Mrs. Schlacter, who was again our teacher, directed the play. Lewis Meyers and Marilyn Nielsen were our new pupils. Lyle Ferguson moved, and Norma Enge also moved from Plover after school was out. In the fall of 1945, we went to the eighth grade---that last row in the assembly. We never ventured out of our desks, but we all thought how nice it would be to act like the high school kids. Well, we got there, and the next fall, when those new eighth graders came in, we could just see them timidly look around, and though we laughed about them, we couldn't help but remember how we felt. In our Freshman year, Vivian Sorgdrager and Chloe Saylor joined the class. Lewis Meyers quit school, Alice McKim moved to Havelock, and Lorraine Wilson went to Rolfe the next year. These last years have passed by fairly quickly with few changes. As Sophomores we gained Ilene Seaman and Alice McKim. Vivian Sorgdrager moved. Colleen Morse joined our class when we were Juniors. Russell Budd joined the Air Corps in the fall of 1949. So here we are, the surviving eleven, about to graduate. We've had a swell time and done some hard work, and now that we're nearly through, we begin to appreciate our school, our teachers and their efforts. 9 .

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Prophecy In the year of 1960, my fate put me well on the way to Reno to file suit for a divorce. As I sat wearily down, my thoughts were interrupted by an apparently confused conductor calling, Tickets, please, I think? As I handed him my ticket, he seemed somehow famil- iar. It cou1dn't be, but it was the familiar face of James Pirie, the ex-president of the stu- dent council in the good old days when we were inmates of Plover High. We greeted each other and started chatting about the past. Say, James, what ever happened to Sterling? l The last time I heard, he had met with a sad fate. It seems that a couple of his let- ters to numerous girl friends in Armstrong and Titonka had become mixed up and as a result he remains a disheartened bachelor. He is employed at a fire station, and spends the rest of his time in close research of The Ways of Women. As we talked the time passed quickly and the miles flew by. Looking out the window we discovered that we were in the state of Wyoming. Just then the train came to an abrupt halt knocking us almost out of our seats. We rushed to the opposite -w indow. Some dumb rancher with a butch haircut was trying to get his cattle across the tracks. My mouth fell open to rec- ognize another classmate, Gerald Kerns, and driving an old battered green Chevie with the re- mains of white-walled tires, and a once shiny spotlight, was none other than the former Barbara Bush. It looked like she was having all the education she wanted in Economics ---- Home Econ- omics, that is. The three children in the front seat were a far cry from the 180 that Mr. Er had warned us about, but they were giving her their fair share of trouble all the same. Finally I reached my destination. I had cabled for a reservation at an exclusive dude ranch, so I hailed a taxi to take me there. When the driver turned to ask where I wanted to go, I was surprised to see Coleen Morse. Before we drive off, another cab pulled up beside ours and the handsome driver said to Colleen. I-low about a date tonight? She accepted. Will you be ready at seven? Ready, I've been waiting for this for years! That afternoon after I had checked in, I decided to go shopping. The gems in a cw tain jewelry store caught my eye and I decided to go in and look around. As I approached the counter, the girl struck a chord i.n my memory. Yes? No--but- it was Ilene Seaman. How- ever, her heavily laden left hand convinced me that she was no longer Miss Seaman. The adoring looks she gave the boss told me that he was the lucky man. I was tired so I spent the evening on the hotel's veranda where it was cool and illumi- nated by the moon. I noticed another couple across from me. Their conversation reached my ear. Say, Mary, one of the guys was telling me about the owner of this place. He's quite a hot shot. I guess he's got quite a business here. This guy said that John really has a way with the women and of course that would appeal to Forry. I didn't want to be nosey, but I had to ask them if they were sure it was the John I knew. The couple to my surprise, turned out to be Mary and Gail who were on their second honey- moon. As we talked they told me about their prosperous farm back in Iowa. It seems that Gail had been making so much money lately that they were taking time out to spend some of it. They had left their darling brown-eyed, auburn-haired twins with the governess. ll