Minnehaha Academy - Antler Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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white robe, halo (alias, a deck tennis ring dipped in flour) and red and white striped football knee socks donned by Fred O. brought home the admonition, “Don't let this happen to you!!” Tradition followed through as the title “King’s Messengers was handed on for the third time. Don Swanberg anti Bob Schulecn were the senior members to receive this honor. Their rendition of “Dry Bones” will long be remembered. “Our goal Osseo” was the keynote of the 1947 Homecoming, and the football team did nobly by winning 40-0. Our lovely queen Jerry Swedberg and her two attendants, Mavis Peterson and Betty Swan, reigned over the festivities. Television was the only thing lacking in the evening’s program as station B-U-R-P went into action (with realistic sound effects, too). With the aid of a few' gallons of wave set, a simply dreamy (nightmare, that is!) hairdo was created on Don B. The following day found the cities’ grocery stores completely cleared of “Mother’s Messy Morning Mush”. Of course, the “Newr Look” wras all the vogue, and despite the boys who rolled their pants legs half way up to their knees in protest, the girls continued in their stylish mode to wear their long skirts and dark stockings. The first step towards graduation was the taking of the grad photos. More hours of practice smiling before the mirror at home were followed by retakes at the studio, but still with the same result, “E-E-Ekk ... is that me??” Our intentions w'ere good again, but that’s all. The pro| osed class sleigh ride at Eton’s fell through completely. What a sensation the new pay telephone installed in the main hall causal as the students returned from Christmas vacation! Fun, food, and glamour ruled over the 194H Winter Sports Day held between the fall and spring semesters. This year the committees really outdid themselves with lavish preparations, and the results of thir planning were most effective. Despite the eighteen below' zero weather, the hockey team had a cheering sideline as they defeated U High in the afternoon, w'hile others chose tobogganing anti skiing at the Town and Country Club. The refreshment crew' stood-by in the dining hall ready to cope with the excessive appetites at dinner time. Bob Roddy, But! Dixon, and Don Samucl-son, impersonated by Bill E., Jack A., anti Don B., respectively, held the spot of honor on the evening’s program. A mock graduation with all tlue awards presented by Miss Fellroth (alias Carol L.) was given to keep these three 19475 2 graduates happy until their regular June commencement. It was a high moment of suspense when the spotlight fell upon the three candidates for the title of Snow' Queen. This honor went to Joanne Milton; her attendants were Grace Carlson and Laura Hildebrand. Bill Ingman was crowned the Snow King. A basketball game with the Alumni concluded the day’s festivities. All eyes were turned tow'ard Arthur Alan Olsen, pianist, as he played at Carnegie Hall in New York in February. Besides this achievement, he also completed his high school course in three years. We have struggled through those horrible college aptitude tests, and Bill Busse has been elected to lead our senior class through this final semester. Now, as we look forward to the closing events of our high school days (daze) —the J.S., skip day, class day, baccalaureate, and finally commencement—we also look back on these last four years to remember them as the “Best Years of Our Lives”. Pjgr Tnrnty-fotir

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and clams in front of their faces, they felt they were brave enough to tackle anything! Among other things, a regular epidemic of appendicitis held the spotlight for a while. By spring, our class had finally agreed on having a roller skating party at the Arena. The grand total of thirteen turned out for this gala affair, ami not including Fred O., the class “prexy , who found Excelsior much more interesting. And twelve of these beaming Sophomore gals ended up at Elizabeth Anderson’s for a slumber-less party (her poor family). But the highlight of the year was the homecoming carnival sj onsorcd by the alumni. It was executed in grand style—thrilling rides, horror hall, fish pond, Chinese gardens, and the ever popular crystal gazer who told the girls all about their latest ami future “heart throbs”, much to the amusement of the boys who had their ears glued to the door. We Launch O ut into the Deep . . . We really believed that there was actually some hope for us—even if we were being labeled “THAT” junior class by the “admiring” faculty—and maybe we’d even graduate the next year if we were reasonably good anil didn’t wear a path into Miss Fellroth's office trying to get excused from classes. Each year brings something new for both the school and the students, but 1946 was outstanding. First of all, the great Northwest-Minnehaha Advance got underway with the Singers making a week’s tour of Minnesota and Wisconsin in November. The bus drivers will never be the same! Even artistic talent was brought to life with the girls’ lending a helping hand cutting out paper dolls, while chants of “one, four, nine, etc.,” resounded from the hack of the bus where one throng was busily engrossed in concentration. The permissablc fruits, otherwise known as “concentrated lemons, oranges, apples”, appeared in the forms of chocolates, potato chips, pop corn, and other such delicacies. Then, too, eleven man football was inaugurated in the fall, and we had our first night game at Zumbrota. Stu A. was again elected to keep our class in the hall of fame. It was definitely an honor to be an upperclassman who helped jam the bookstore each morning, clamoring to order the much anticiapted class rings. At the Mixer there was Oz Black, guest artist, who caricatured members of the student body and faculty. Don B. could be heard muttering afterwards, “Do I really look like that?” l o take the place of the annual homecoming that we didn’t have in the fall, a Winter S| orts Day was held between the fall and spring semesters at the Town and Country Club. After an afternoon of tobogganing, skiing, face washing, and a hockey game, dinner was served in the dining hall. The main event of the evening was a basketball game, followed by a program when the snow queen and king were crowned. We weren’t entirely to blame for our lack of class parties that year. But—we made up for it by throwing the biggest and best “J-S” ever to have been held. We chose a nautical theme for this most important event which was held at the Calhoun Beach Club on May 2 . . . and we’re still gloating over the price . . . $7.50 each!! The traditional class shoes were handed down to our class vice president. Bill B., although Bill E., class president and master of ceremonies, would have fillet! them more adequately, considering his size fourteen shoes. We pulled anchor and set out, with all thought of school forgotten that weekend. It is more commonly referred to as the “Lost Weekend’’. W e a r r i v e . . . No longer was it necessary for us to haunt the halls with that lost lix k on our faces, for after three years of student-vs-teacher, we had emerged the victor and reached the distinction —SENIOR!! Of course, we were no exception to the rule of exclaiming, “My, my,—the freshies are getting smaller every year! ”, but tenderhearterness overtook us and we were very careful not to trample down the defenseless little creatures as they struggled through the hall on their way to class. Bob Channer was called to the role of chief of our fair tribe. The entire school was shaken, no less, one bright October day as the ANTLER Staff presented their seismic six act skit, “Poor Johnny”. There’s no doubt about it,—that Page Twenty-three

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CLASS PROPHECY Excerpts From Arthur Alan Olsen's Scrapbook MINNEAPOLIS STAR JOURNAL FLASH! Arthur Alan Olsen wins round-the-world trip on B.B.D.'s radio show sponsored by the To-Jo Boat works, owned and operated by Toni Novotny and Joanne Milton, employing Bob Roddy, Bud Dixon, and Don Sam nelson. May 1, 1958 Dear Mamma, How are you? 1 am fine. I promised I would write and tell you the details of my trip. So here goes: The tears had barely left my eyes after our farewell when I happened upon a familiar face “behind the bars” in the ticket office. It was that of Suzette LaFcrtc. I turned around and whom should I meet but George Barville buying tickets to South America for his honeymoon. After I had wished him many happy years of married life, the announcer called my train. That voice could not Ik mistaken; it was none other than Jim Faul’s. Karl Shcvcland. a redcap at the Milwaukee depot, helped me on the train; lohn Swedicn. the conductor, punched my ticket; we were ofT for Kansas City. As we passed through Owatonna. who should get on the train but Marge Haskell. Iowa held quite a surprise for me, for I never expected to see I)on Bisdorf out planting “corn” in his old home state. I entered the diner as we passed through Dcs Moines and to my amazement, my light and tasy lunch was served to me by Harriet Cedar and Arlene Caturia, two of my old school mates. As you recall. Mamma. I was saving my appetite for my pre-arranged dinner engagement with Laveme Rybcrg in Kansas City. You perhaps will receive a picture-clipping in my next letter barause upon arriving in K.C.. Marilyn Nelson and Barbara Brichcr with their trusty little cameras, popped me for the paper. But now I must close for the big city rush is closing in upon me. Love and xxxxxxxx, Arthur KANSAS CITY STAR FLASH! Noted pianist arrives in city; trumpet fanfare welcomed him. Mayor Stuart Anderson presents him with the key to the city. James Bridge, prominent columnist, will keep you posted as to the whereabouts of the country's most accomplished artist. Dearest Mommy. Delightful! Delightful! Our evening was spent at the Muleback I lotcl. Bert Adams was being featured as the guest artist for a week, but he's a pianist of a different type. I Ic beat it out in fine sylc, however. Our old friend. Bill Ebling, was back at his old job of Master of Ceremonies. The comedian, Roger Anderson, was really on the ball. You know, it really helps to have a good laugh once in a while. I hat! a “coke with Bill after the show and fount! out where a lot of my friends were. Jerry Swcdbcrg couldn't make up her mint! about which one to take from M.A., so she went to Oklahoma and found herself a rich old landowner. St. Peter is the place Lewann Awes chose to stay. Marilyn Lee settled down in Phoenix with—???—(we don’t know which one). My train's leaving at midnight made it necessary to cease conversing with my friends and get ready to move on. Now 1 must close for it is time for me to retire. Your loving son, Arthur AUSTIN AMERICAN FLASH! Concert given tonight by noted pianist from Minneapolis. Arthur Alan Olsen stops in city on worldwide tour. Dear Mother: Texas really is a fine state—all that they talk it up to Ik. The concert went fine and there was quite a crowd; among them I saw Elizabeth Anderson. She is a receptionist for Dr. Zachcry Scott. She told me where all “the gang was. Joan Bcvis is the Dean of Ciirls at Baylor University; Joyce Gustafson is a rage Twenty-five