Mead Public School - Raider Yearbook (Mead, NE)

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CLASS HISTORY The class of 1946hasJuFt finished its twelve-year course.' During these years, we have had many thrills, Joys, oains, failures, and suc- cesses. Twelve years ago, in Seotember 1934, we entered the first grade with the hooe that we were to be educated. We were a class of sixteen; Arlene Behrens, Delores Benson, Dorothy Karlson, Dale Eyer, Adrienne Grouoe, Rose Marie Higgins, rank Mnchovec. Marion Moline, Wayne Peters, Roger Smith, Dorothy Sullivan, Lloyd Sullivan, Dolores Swanson, Merna Williams, Verna ’Williams, and Wayne Williams. We wonder how many missed mamma that first day. The first year soed by. Just think—we're ready for our • second year!! New members • -f Duane Gustafson, WarrenHapke, Charles Mathis, and Charles Karloff while some of our grouo went to other schoolp. After soending two years with Miss Jeooson, we were greeted by a new teacher, Miss Nygren. During the third grade three members were added: Delores Fuchser, Ronald H rtmeister, and Blanche Slosser. Weary was a crded a book for having oerfect attendance during the year. How things have changed in nine years'. In the fourth grsde our personnel remained the same during the whole year. We soent two delightful years with Miss Nygren, but were eager to oass on snd entered Miss Sward's room in September of 1938. Joan Pearson Joined us in the fifth grade, which now made us a class of fourteen. In April, Warren Haoke Joined our class. The grade ooer- etta entitled Station Cloudville , under the direction of Mr. Frsnklin Le Bar, was given. During the sixth grade Bernard Schmidt Joined us, msking the en- rollment 15. This year stands out in our memory of grade school. We were very fond of Miss Sward; her kindness and helofulness made our years with her oleasant, indeed. With fear and tremblingwe entered Junior High. We became acquaint- ed with the upoer-classmen and how grand they seemed and how important'. Miss Viva Engel was our orincioal. And those desks in senior assembly— 0, brother! Invariably we tried to get in fron» the wrong side and the imoudent uooer classmen laughed at our olight. Alas, in the eighth grade we hit the unlucky number of 13. Too bad for the suoerstitious members. Fatty Welton entered our class and Delores Fuelre:’ and Blanche Slosser left our merry little group. We really felt honored this year. We received the second prize of cl given by the seniors for the Buccaneer contest. Well! Well! We at last reached high school and our enrollment doubled. The freshman class was the largest in our history. Freshmen, we were, but not as preen as some oeoole might think. New members were Arlene Coufal, Louise Angell, Hrrold Hngeman, Leslie Hageman, and Charles Parsons. Gene Egbert Joined us in Jenupry. Our class soonsor wae Miss Jean Stutt. In the year of 1943 we found ourselves in Senior High School as intelligent sophomores. The new members to our class were Carol Berg- man and Robert Scoles. Our class soonsor was Mrs. Svobode; President, Joan Pearson; Vice-President, Norma Welch; Secretary, Louise Angell; Treasurer, Robert Scoles. Now we were industrious Juniors with only two years to go. During this year Gene Egbert left us and Marion Moline Joined our ranks again— Marlon attended the 8th through the 10th grades '’t Ithaca, Nebraska. Mrs. Swoboda was our faithful soonsor. Officers of the class were chosen as follows: President, Bob Scoler; Vlce-Fresldent, Wayne Williams; Secretary, Arlene Behrens; Treasurer, Dorothy Karlson Shadow of Terror wrs oresented on November 17, 1944, tailing about S100. It was this year that the tragic derth of Verna Willipms on Feb. 28, 1945, olunged the class into grief. She was accomoanist for Chorus B, a valued member of Chorus A, a good student,and had oromire of a haooy and useful life. The school and her class deeoly felt her loss; Our class olay, the receiots to- (Turn to bottom of Class Will Page)

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CLASS PROPHESY Ah, ye6, we are at last In Dreamland. There Is the golden eagle knocking at the window beckoning us to mount his back so that he may take us on a tour to see our fellow classmates as they will appear fifty years hence. Are we reedy? You bet! Our first visit is in good old Nebraska. Cn one of the many dirt roads, in a little red schoolhouse, we find one of our classmates, Carol Bergman, teaching her eleven pupils their history lesson. Even though she is 66, she locks quite young. Her hair is done up in a neat knot and her black hose have no runners. She is blushing, as usual, but her pupils seem to be exceedingly well behaved. While yet in Nebraska we decide to tour the farm of Louise Angell and her husband. We find her scrubbing the kitchen floor on her hands and knees. She tells us it is so hard to keep their three-room home clean when the thirteen children are running wildly about. She says Grandmother Angell will simply have to take care of the children while she and her husband build two additional rooms on to their home. Now for a swoop to the Nation's Capital, Washington D. C., to vl6it Hon. Bernard Schmidt, Supreme Court Justice. He tells us he thoroughly enjoys his work if he could only see a little better. Although he is in his late 60's, he says he has many years to go before he Intends to retire from his position. On a flight to Maine, we first stop at Radio City, New York. Here we find Dorothy Ktrlson directing her all-male choir, broadcasting over the CRaZY network. She tells us that the next number of the program will be that cute little lass of our class, Arlene Coufal, touring the musical scales of the new opera, He's My Sailor, so we decide to stay until she has performed. Continuing our Journey to the rocky coast of Maine, we behold an extremely shacky building and decide to investigate. Upon reaching a door and opening it, we find a queer old professor squinting and peer- ing at teat tubes and flasks. Why, it is none other than Leslie Hageman. He does not recognize us at first, but after pushing his extremely long hair out of his eyes he can really see! He then tells us he is trying to discover a magnetic perfume which will attract women. My, my, such nonsense at his age. cros6 the hall from Frcf. Ha emon's laboratory we 6ee r dcor with a sign in bold letters, Archeologist, Dolores Swanson. Thi6 must be worth investigation. Opening the door we find not one, but two ladies seatedata desk. We discover that it is Mise Swanson dictating a letter to her private secretary, Arlene Behrens, hiss Swanson's office is filled to the brim with oones and skeletons and mummies of all sorts. Enough to give anyone the creeps! Miss Behrens tells us that she does secretarial work for Miss Swanson only as a sideline, and tnat her steady Job is teaching Home Ec. in a boys' college. Oh, yes, she also says she does light house work once a week in the old bcchelors' home. You see, she's en old maid. Now for a long hop to the Ozarks. There, under an old tree, is a bare-foot man. His cheeks are sunken and his hair is whitened. We'd never know him but for a trace in his 6nile. His teeth are gone, but he says he'll have some from the store soon. Then we're sure we'll be able to tell more easily that he is Msrion Moline. Just across the border into Texas, our pet eagle brings us right into the office of Hr. Bob Scoles, manager of the Sout and Spurt Oil Company. As usual, his feet are on the desk and he is desperately trying to converse on the phone end dictate a letter all at once. We see he has dozens of secretaries but none are quite as efficient as his favor- ite red-haired gal! (????) The last state in the tour is California, where we find the glamour of the class, as we sail over one of the city parks of Hollywood, we see a huge gsng of bobby-soxers crowded around a park bench yelling wildly for autographs. We swoop down and see that the feature attrac- tion is our own Van Johnson, otherwise known as Wayne Williams. Although he's in his c6th year and his hair is flecked with gray, he still has that magnetic attraction for women! (Maybe Prof. Hageman had be iter see nim for eome advice.) (Turn to bottom of Class Will)