Muscatine High School - Auroran Yearbook (Muscatine, IA)

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mid'-'term monotony s ff hcl 3 i'i f 1' i . 1 ..A',g. ns, 5 Q... 4 'file 5 2'4 nuff o m,q.4'n 0' ' ,o4. a aff' 'uffs ' .r 'L --fs. 22' t. 2 A ' V A-u D . - wi 4 A' Tiff' R I Xt Q 4' X4 .D V j '7jl1',ffF1 il fi gs ,,iX .ggawggut . t piiifq-2+ .14 Q. :..'g,Lf.,! IT.-'! ' - f :Ks Spending New Year's Eve in the school cafeteria, Rick Hultquist and Sue McBride dance to the beat of the Chataqua Road Band In the background Debbie Oglivie, Diane Hoffman and Teresa Colton practice the latest dance steps. 5. V E .. W, 5 - Q 1 r a 9 E i 2 e 1 B3 A heart of sweets for his sweetheart is what Bruce Etter felt was in order on Valentine's Day, and Karen Henderson obviously did not object to the sentiment. Lepricans and wee people were never spotted but several green clad Irish like Lisa Farless, Terri Davis and Pam Nelson were found merry-making in the cafeteria in celebration of St. Patrick's Day. X l Holidays 29

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HCLIDAYS aaatmg The holiday celebration began before the start of Christmas vacation. Besides annual family get togethers and other home-style festivities, school dances were held, along with parades and a student dressing as Santa Claus. People shared in the Christmas spirit, ' determined not to let the holidays go by unnoticed. Two weeks before Christmas vacation began there was a HToy Land Parade around the Muscatine Mall. That night car horns began beeping at giraffes, clowns, tigers, snowmen, Santa, Little Bo Peep and other various members of the parade. Gne participant said, It was something different and was done with quite a lot of enthusiasm. Not only was it a good time, but the FIL community made 100 dollars because of the participating students in the parade. Students from the Fine Arts and Traditional communities also participated. In place of having the annual Turkey Gobbler dance at Thanksgiving time, .the Goose and Gander dance was held at Christmas. Five senior boys and girls were chosen to be candidates for Goose and Gander. At the dance, the results of the student body votes were announced as Michelle Herwig was chosen as goose and Iohn McAreavy was the gander. Iohn exclaimed, It was a nice dance, but I did not like wearing a cape and a plunger on top of my head. The dance was a new and memorable experience for all who attended. Ho, I-Io, I-Io were the sounds heard coming down the hall the last day before Christmas vacation. It was Santa Claus who added spirit to our school during sixth and seventh periods. Matt Kolar played the role of Saint Nick to the hilt as he gave out candy, rang bells and visited a few classrooms. New Year's Eve was celebrated with the first annual dance held in the high school cafeteria. The Chataqua Road Band from Red Oak, Iowa had the crowd boogying to a variety of popular rock hits, as balloons and New Year's Eve hats added to the evening. Not only at Christmas time were the holidays celebrated by students. On February 14th many hearts were beating as students received cards, candy, flowers or other gifts from their sweethearts. Holidays are a special time both out and inside of school for students. Celebrations are moving continuously and always bring the students closer together. f ,,.,f,,..... J , M -V I N-. S 28 Holidays HO!H0! HO! Santa Claus lalias Matt Kolarl co-hosts the French class Christmas party with Miss Sorden. Santa also wandered the halls spreading good cheer and candy. Clowning around with the lion's tail and conversing with friends, Kevin Kiser, Valerie Wright, Sue Richmond, Mary Peterson and an unidentified knight prepare to march in the Toyland Parade.

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Rnnmniheh Good My alarm goes off in the dead of night. I stare into the darkness of my room, knowing full well it is 5:30 AM. I wish, like I do every morning, that I lived in town, especially on Saturday mornings like today. But Mom and Dad are already up so I stagger out of bed, get dressed and go downstairs. As I slump into a chair near the kitchen table mom hands me a glass of Anita Bryant's favorite cocktail . . . just the beginning of an average day in the life of a farm kid. Without further theatrics, Dad and I go outside. Dad leads to the barn to start the milking while I attend to the calves and pigs. The newborns are bottle-fed fresh milk until about two weeks of age. They are then trained to drink milk replacer and water from a bucket instead. This way there is more milk to sell. The pigs have their own self feeders, but they have to be filled and their water has to be checked, especially in the winter when the pipes can freeze up. A quick look-see and I'm off to the machine shed to get the tractor and silage wagon. The engine revved up and the doors wide open I shove the tractor into first and let 'er rip. A couple of sharp turns later and I have positioned the wagon under the silo Chute and have turned on the silage unloader. This doesn't mean I can sit back and relax, the chute only dumps in one part of the wagon I have to spread it around. With the old hay fork in hand, I stand in the middle of the growing mound of silage pitching it left and right and ultimately down my back. When I've had enough I struggle up from my green grave and shut off the unloader. Oh, sweet silence! There is no need to ask what is to be done next. I head for the milkhouse. Dirty milk pails, the transferer, a stack of replacer-encrusted calf pails and the now-empty milk tank shout their instructions at me. I spend the rest of my morning up to my elbows in Klenyade and diluted hypochloric acid. Lunchtime! I head for the house thinking I could eat a horse, and with Dad cooking lMom's at workl that's exactly what it tastes like. An hour long bicarb break and it's outside again. Since it's winter and there aren't any crops to cultivate or harvest I tinker with broken machinery and look around for things to repair until five o'clock. Then it's back to feed the calves and bring in the night's loak of hay for the dairy herd. Dad starts the milking, then I take over so he can work on the records and bookkeeping. I finish around 6:30 and the buckets and transfer system are cleaned by 7:00. I switch off the lights and step out into the cold, starry night. No city lights to obliterate the vastness of the sky above. Gee, too bad everybody can't live on a farm in the country. High kicks are usually only seen in chorus lines, but Marvin Levetzow gives it a try to break up an unshelled corn cob jam. 30 Farming r Corn flakes never see this end of the line. This corn is destined for cow feed and silage after Marvin Levetzow stores it.