Litchfield High School - Trojan Yearbook (Litchfield, NE)

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girl's state-maxine vocke boy's state-scott lewis A mistake proves that someone stopped talking long enough to do something. CLASS FLOWER: Purple-tipped Carnations CLASS SONG: Don't Stop Believing by Journey senior class prophecy WILLS: I, Cathy Coleman, will to Hot Rod Lovitt the ability to be the first one at school every morning. Try it Rod, you just may get that parking place you've been dreamine about. I, Bruce Guthard, will to JoAnne and Dawn my Favorite road it should be safe now I don't have to hurry any more. I, Scott Lewis, will to Dean Sennett all my used vehicles, so he can keep up his reputation of driving a different vehicle. I, Marcia Lovitt, will to my brother Rod the ability to drive . . . people crazy, not that he needs any help! I, Bonnie Norden, will to Dawn my ability to look so innocent while being so guilty. I, Dave Peck, will to Dee Sweley my good taste in cars, face it Dee anybody who drives a Veea doesn't have any taste at all. I, Lyle Rachow, will to my brother Leanord, my anility to work hard in school and to arrive home at a reasonable hour of the morning. I, Kim Sekutera, will all my home perms to Mr. Kirkpatrick. Just think Mr. K., You'll never have to fix your hair again! I, Bob Slocum, will to Earl Lefever, old Red so he doesn't have to ride his bike, keep the tires hot and my king of tardiness , to whoever will keep the tradition alive and to Dean Sennett, my SKOAL CAN, but don't get caught. I, Jody Sweley, will to Janis (mutt) Lovitt, all the Kibbles and Bits that her little heart desires and to cousin Dana the job of keeping my two brothers in line, someone has to. I, Tom Unick, will to Dean Sennett, my ability to stay out of trouble in study hall. I, Maxine Vocke, will to the Accounting One students the ability to function properly, maybe you can at least pass, see you later SLOW POKES!! I, Mike Wilson, will to my sister my old watch, I hope it keeps her out of all the trouble it got me into! We, the senior class will to all the underclassmen our prompt- ness, dedication to education and our humor, but most of all our modesty. We, the senior class, will to the freshmen our unending supply of Excedrin P.M. and our share of stock in the Alka-Seltzer Co. With four years left, you'll need it! We, the senior class, will to the sophomores, free rights to the National Enquirer'. You might as well be making some bucks with your gossip. We, the senior class, will to the juniors everything we did that we shouldn't have done so you can have some fun too! 7

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The more I study, the more I know. The more I know, the more I forget. The more I forget, the less I know. So why study? Just when I knew all lifes answers, they went and changed all the questions. tom unick maxine vocke If I wanted your opinion, I'd give it to you. To know me is to love me.

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senior class prophesy I, Tom Unick, was just finishing the afternoon chores when I noticed my prize cow wasn't feeling very well. I randomly picked a vet out of the yellow pages and called him up. Meanwhile I finished cleaning out my quonset, because it was the place chosen for our 10 year class reunion. I was parking my machinery outside so we could have more room when the catering truck pulled in to deliver our refreshments for the evening. You'll never guess who was driving the truck. Yep, Bob Slocum. Bob said this was the biggest delivery he had had in a long time. He also said he enjoyed his work very much especially since they had nominated him the official taste tester of their product. All of a sudden Bob and I noticed this pick- up flying down the driveway about 90 m.p.h. It screeched to a stop in front of my house. A tall man got out carrying a black bag. As he got closer I realized that it was Bruce Guthard. When I asked why he was hurrying he said he was hurrying so he wouldn't be late to his class reunion and didn't realize that the sick cow and the reunion were both at my place. I directed him to the cow and he said he would have her on her feet in no time. When I was walking back to the quonset I saw several cars coming down the driveway. It was Bonnie Norden, Maxine Vocke and Marcia Lovitt. When they got out of their cars, they began chattering so fast that I could barely get in a word as to where the refreshments were. I learned that Bonnie was now a L.P.N. and it was probably a good thing because Bruce was now running to the building holding on to his bloodied finger. Bruce said he had some antiseptic and thread in his black bag. Bonnie got them and proceeded to sew his finger up. When everything calmed down we realized that we had forgotten about the cow. Bruce and I ran out there and luckily everything checked out fine. When I got back to the quonset I soon learned that Marcia was now a home economics teacher and Maxine was a certified public accountant. The two of them were discussing the disposal of my old oil can collection and spare parts, then remodeling it into a coordinated penthouse office suite where I could keep my books. While Marcia was working on the designing, Maxine was calculating this minor change which only involved a few thousand dollars. Ha, just pocket change, I wish. Suddenly there was a horrible, high pitched squawking noise so we all ran outside. All my tame ducks were scattering every direction. We discovered the source of the noise. There stood Cathy Coleman with a duck call in her mouth and a camera up to her eye. Cathy explained that she was trying to get a picture of a group of ducks that she needed for her photo which had been printed earlier which were excellent, but I think she should give up duck calling. I had to get back outside as I could see Bob needed some help unloading his truck. I didn't quite make it in time as Bob popped his back out of joint. He couldn't even stand up. I didn't know what to do so I ran to the quonset to get some help. When I explained what happened they told me not to worry because Kim Sekutera had just arrived and she was now a physical therapist. Kim said no problem. She asked me if I had a block and tackle and a crowbar. Once I brought these, Kim hoisted Bob up, made a few minor vertebrae adjustments with the crowbar and soon had Bob feeling as good as new. It wasn't long after that we had everything unloaded and headed back to the quonset to cool off and who should be waiting at the door to greet up but Mike Wilson, Lyle Rachow and Jody Sweley. Mike is now raising horses in Kentucky. He has his own ranee, a couple hundred head of horses and this year one of his horses will be running in the Belmont Stakes. Sure hope his horse runs faster than Mike did when he was in high school. Seems like some little female always had him corraled back then. Lyle has his own farm and seems to keep busy with his 15 pivots and dairy operation. With all that practice he got in milking while he was in school, he just couldn't let that experience go to waste. I finally caught up to Jody. She had just been wandering around visiting with all the old classmates. Jody told me she was in data processing and worked various jobs in different parts of the country. She still hasn't decided to settle down and stay in one place. That's nothing new with Jody. She always was a little confused! Well, everybody has showed up except Dave Peck and Scott Lewis. Nobody was worried because they always seem to run late. I heard a funny buzzing noise and went outside to investigate. I walked to the middle of the yard and the noise stopped. There wasn't anybody coming in the driveway so I started walking back. As I turned around a shadow hoovered over me. I looked up and saw a small airplane coming right a me and only about 8 feet off the ground. I hit the ground, grabbing for what hair I had left. As the plane went by I saw two men holding their sides and laughing. It was Dave and Scott. They landed in my alfalfa field and soon came to the building. They are now both engineers working for a large firm. Now that everybody was here, it was time to start our reunion. It turned out to be a good time for everybody and like always, full of excitement.