Odebolt High School - Trojan Yearbook (Odebolt, IA)

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BACK ROW-lleft to right? Jim Morr, Kenneth Fertig, Don Dreessen, Jim Brower, Dick Swanson, Don Gunderson. FIFTH ROW-Harlan Gosch, Priscilla Francis, Sidney Huff, Mildred Stover, Joyce Thielke, Jim Hess. FOURTH ROW-Leonard Ziegmann, Mary Lou Auen, Helen Reuber, Cletus Wingert, Stanley Vernia, Nancy Witt, Don Finger. THIRD ROW-Richard Taylor, Lois Rohlf, Roger Buxton, Neil Schroeder, Gordon Friday, LaVern Harodon, Jack Nuetzman. SECOND ROW-Mary Bird, Barbara Boyd, Howard Einspahr, LaVonne Roth, Barbara Vernia, Marjorie Dinges, Ruth Treman. FRONT ROW-Ardine Paulson, Barbara Murr, Janet Sonksen, Dorothy Bengford, Dolores Huebner, Veronica Veit, Myra CLASS OF l95l Dreessen. OUCHI Who's the dumb, stupid igno- ramus that set my locker! Oh, hi there. What happened? lt's really nothing out of the ordinary. Somebody set my locker so that the books would fall out on my head. It happens all the time. You see, l'm a junior, Class of '5l, and everything happens to us. We're the fightingest, noisiest, most mischievous bunch of fellas and girls in Senior High, but we've got our good points too. Let me tell you about us. Last October, fourteen of the forty-some members of our class presented When I Was Green -our Junior Play. It was really terrif- ic. lf you didn't get to see it, just ask some of the cast, they'll tell you. And remember the nights icold ones, tooi the mighty Tro- jans were storming down the home gridiron with the limp bodies of the opposotion mark- ing their path? The fellas and girls that had hot dogs and steaming coffee ready for you belonged to this class too. Then there was the big Junior-Senior banquet. Oh, yes, and did you happen to notice that quite a few of the O. H. S. athletes and musicians, not to mention the kids that took part in speech and were on the honor roll, are juniors? So, you see, we do have a few merits. First semester we were led by Kenny l'll be out tonight if I can get the car, Marg Fertig, Lois let's go to Denison Rohlf, and Dick Nipper Swanson. Second Semester we elected as class officers, Jim the good-will ambassador to HoIstein Brower, Gordie the Plymouth-Chrysler man , and Helen l'll be home tonight, Carol Reuber. Then, too, we had Romeo Hess, Walking-Chronicle Treman, Don Finger leaning on V. Veit's locker, Pretty Boy Einspahr, Tweetie Bird, Barbara in the Buick Vernia, Brown-eyes Taylor, and a whole mess of other guys and gals. We're finishing this year with a lot of happy memories, and some not-so-happy ones too. But we've had lots of fun as juniors, and are now looking forward to our last year at O.H.S. Good luck to the class of '52, and we'll be seeing you in next year's annual. lBe sure to subscribe? page twenty-five

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CLASS WILL The Scene: The Odebolt Court House The Time: May, l950 The door opens and we fthe underclassmen of O. H. S. watch as lawyer Bartley Ogden enters. As he approaches the front of the room, we note that his face, also, reflects the sorrow we all feel on this great and sad day. After wiping a tear from his eye, he pulls from his pocket the last will and testament of the Senior Class of '50, who have passed on. Forever struggling to keep down a tremor in his voice, he reads as follows: We, the class of '50, being of sound mind and reason do hereby set forth our last will and testament. To the Class of '5l we bequeath our mighty title of Seniors and hope they will continue the standards that we have set. We also individually bequeath the following invaluable possessions. I, Dick Gardner, will my ability to acquire a job to anyone unemployed. I, Albert Veit, will my black hair to John Witt. I, Elaon Olanettle, will my ability to chew gum in class to Gordon Friday. I, Doyle Hansen, will my extemparaneous speaking ability to Leonard Ziegmann. I, Royce Hannel, will my freckles to Myra Dreessen. I, Ronnie Rex, will my trombone ability to Wally Duffy. l, Ruth Kessler, will my nerve to drive with a speed demon to Helen Reuber. George Hummel, will my athletic ability to Roger Buxton. Helen Landgraf, bequeath my modest ways to Shirley Einspahr. I, Ulla Griffin, will my ability to get and keep my man to Ruth Krusenstjerna. I, James Barkley, will my physique to Ronny Samuelson. Jeanne Lindquist, will my ability to play soccer ball to Miss Shaw. Margie Bengford, will my blond, wavy, hair to Barbara Murr. I, Don Sorensen, will my ability to play cards to Jim Morr. I, Velma Paul, do hereby bequeath my ability to go with underclassmen to Margaret Einspahr. I, Mildred Schramm, bequeath my dark complexion to Lois Rohlf. I, Irvin Stehr, will my ability to drive a big car to Bill Teaquist. I, Tom Reynolds will my graceful walk to Carol Schaefer. I, Sianey Nelson, will my difficulties in Bookkeeping to the '5l class. I, Joan Wilken, will my ability to get along in Wall Lake to Dick Swanson. I, Jane Teaquist, bequeath my ear-to-ear smile to John Krusenstjerna. I, Tom Bengford, bequeath my ability with out-of-town girls to Jim Brower. Joan Kies, will my college men to Janet Sonksen. Lorna Snyder, will my ability to get an army man to Ruth Treman. I, James Turner, bequeath my curls to Janice Turin. I, Chuck Gunderson, will my cattle judging ability to James Hess. I, Verna Mae Tiefenthaler, bequeath my giggles to the morose souls in the world. I, Kathryn Currie, will my quiet, luring ways to Jean Olson. I, JoAnn Bye, will myself to all the domestic duties of housekeeping. Jack Gunderson, will my height to Dale Linman. Charles Krusenstjerna, will those confusing signs and symbols in Advanced Math back to the Chinese language. I, Marilyn Olberding, bequeath my guarding ability to next year's post guard. I, Donald Peterson, will my superior drinking ability to Don Dreessen. I, Lawrence Hoefling, will my knowledge of farming to Mr. Dean Brown. I, Howard Hoefling, will my small nose to John Rex. Lyle Konrady, will my motorcycle to anyone who wants to risk his neck. Lois Schaefer, will my liking for those big football players to Dolores Huebner. I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, We, the class of '50 hereby appoint as executors of this Last Will and Testament, the faculty of the Odebolt High School, to act without bond, to the end that all the terms hereinbefore stated be fulfilled. In Witness Whereof, we have hereunto set our hand and seal this nineteenth day of May, one thousand nine hundred fifty. THE CLASS OF i950 page twenty-four

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BACK ROW-Jean Olson, Myron Dreessen, John Rex, Bob Klus, Jerry Reynolds, Marlene Albrecht. THIRD ROW-Janet Ogden, Gerald Huldeen, Carol Schaefer, Beverly Bergman, Joe Kipp, Donald Gunderson SECOND ROW-Walter Duffy, Joan Taphorn, Mary Wolfe, Bill Teaquist, Rollin Linman, John Witt FRONT ROW-Georgia Hix, Lois Kessler, Joan McCorkindale, Don Klus, Margaret Ann Zimmerman, Ruth Krusenstjerna, CLASS OF '52 Donna Scanlan. Well, here we are, Sophomores, and our first year in the new building. We are repre- sented by twenty-seven class members. We have members shining in every activity, ath- letics, music, and yes, even cx finalist in the beauty contest for the Lake View Ice Carni- val. Oh, we've had a lot of fun in our classes too, especially in World History. Anyone was in danger of being kidded about anything at any time. How could we be bored when Coach Forsythe came out with remarks such as: Do you all know about Bill Teaquist's harem down in those Boyer hills? Everybody run. John Witt got a driver's permit. Wally, here's a birthday gift. CHeav- ily perfumed with a most interesting note signed R. K.l John Rex and Joe Kipp are competing for something besides grades. Know any- thing about it Janet? page twenty-six Jean Olson Cshe's a boy?l, was your pic- ture taken with the Declam group or for the Ladies Home Journal? Mary CWolfl how are those boys from Boyer Tech? And, history wasn't the only place where we couldn't fall asleep. If we tried to in Eng- lish class, Jerry R. was always there with a harsh Speak up. Nobody could ever speak loudly enough to satisfy Jerry. When he wasn't in class, Jerry H. was always down in cardboard alley doing everything but actu- ally practicing. Oh well, Mr. Wicker didn't mind, or did he? No, this was no uneventful year for us. Nobody was bored for very long. Those who led us the First Semester were Janet Ogden, President, Jean Olson, Vice President, and John Witt, Secretary-treasurer. The Second semester officers were John Rex, President, Marlene Albrecht, Vice-President, and Georgia Hix, Secretary-treasurer. Our class sponsor was Mr. Wicker.