Odebolt High School - Trojan Yearbook (Odebolt, IA)

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lllSllllll---ililES Uf l95l On a cloudy September morning in 1938, 24 kiddies came to Miss Kelch's kindergarten. Of those 24 only ten are graduating from Ode- bolt Public School in 1951. They were Ray- mond Albrecht, Samuel Ammons, Paul Bark- ley, Joan Ecklund, Robert fbetter known as Beanie l Franklin, Gordon Friday, Donald Henrich, Dolores Huebner, David Jensen, Lawrence Klus, James Morr, Homer Paulson, Helen Reuber, Dale Richardson, LaVon Roth, Janet Sonksen, Herman Sorensen, Mervyn Spahn, Richard Swanson, Joyce Thielke, Ruth Treman, Leonard Ziegmann, Barbara Sauter, and Leonard Honaker. During the year we built a store and played in the rhythm band. We lost Barbara Sauter and Leonard Honaker before springj The next year we went to Miss Aden's first grade. Making tomato juice and winning a doll house for having clean hankies, teeth, fingernails, and clothes the most times, were major achievements that year. Lawrence Kon- rady, Ray Neville, Herbert McAhren, Murl Sorensen, and Nancy Witt became new class- mates in place of the following who dropped out: Sammy Ammons, Paul Barkley, Beanie Franklin, Donald Henrich, Lawrence Klus, Janet Sonksen, Joyce Thielke, and Lennie Ziegmann. ln the second grade, with Miss Findley as teacher, we made another store and went to lda Grove and rode to Odebolt on the train. Newcomers that year were the twins, Myra and Myron Dreessen, and Josephine Evans. Herbert McAhren, Herman Sorensen, David Jensen, and Joan Ecklund dropped from our number. Miss Wonders, our third grade teacher, directed our projects of making a post office and making butter when we moved across the hall on the first floor. That year we lost two classmates, Homer Paulson and Dale Rich- ardson, and gained one, Lois Rohlf. Miss Sutton, of chalk-throwing fame, was fourth grade teacher. She changed shoes when her feet started to hurt. But we thought she was O. K. when she read several books to us. Miss Knudson, our music teacher, stopped teaching to join the Red Cross. Our number remained the same, as we lost Mervyn Spahn and gained lngna Erickson. Fifth grade-Miss Gordon-second floor. Leonard Buchanan, Jack Nuetzman, and Pris- cilla Francis joined us. Miss Behrman, later Mrs. lpson, taught us language and reading, Misses Cords and Albert taught physical ed- ucation and music, respectively. Over in sixth grade, Miss Markin and PAGE EIGHTEEN Miss Hade taught our various academic sub- jects. We lost Raymond Albrecht and our morning recesses that year. Kenneth Fertig came in from the country to join us. Seventh grade brought us into junior high, Class periods, extra curricular, study period-all came into our vocabulary. Mar- jorie Dinges, Donald Dreessen, Mary Lou Johnson, Robert Koenitzer, Douglas Neville, Joyce Paulson, and Janet Sonksen enlarged our class. Mrs. Laurino taught us the first two 6-weeks, and then we had a teacher for each subject! Imagine! Our last year of grammar school found us without Myron Dreessen, Robert Koenitzer, and Mary Lou Johnson. We gained William Duffy, Donnie Gunderson, Charles Schaffer, Paul Zadow, Charles Neville, Donald Mallison, and Barbara Murr. Charles Neville dropped out during the year. Then we entered high school! We didn't change schools nor buildings nor rooms, yet there was a difference. The main difference was the multitude of new kids. From the par- ochial school, the country, and from other towns came James Brower, Howard Einspahr, Donald Finger, Harlan Gosch, LaVern Hara- don, James Hess, Lawrence Klus, Harold Lan- sink, Neil Schroeder, Richard Taylor, Stanley Vernia, Cletus Wingert, Leonard Ziegmann, Dorothy Bengford, Mary Bird, Ardine Paulson, Mildred Stover, Joyce Thielke, Veronica Veit, and Barbara Vernia. During the year Harold Lansink and Douglas Neville left us. Under the direction of Mrs. Veitch we put on a radio program with original scripts. Before we knew it we moved into the new building as the new sophomores. Everything seemed to be different-home rooms, privi- leges, classes. Barbara Boyd, Roger Buxton, and Sidney Huff joined our number. As juniors we took on new responsibili- ties. Selling at games, the class play, ordering class rings, and the banquet were the high- lights of the year. Mary Lou Auen joined the class but left before the end of the year as did Mildred Stover. Paul Zadow also left us that year. We were all sorrowed at the death of Harlan Gosch on October 17. And now we're seniors. Richard Bern- hardt joined us to make our number thirty- seven. The 1951 TROJAN was our big project for the year. We enjoyed the usual senior ac- tivities and are sorry to be bringing our high school days to a close. Our hopes for the future are that we may be a credit to Odebolt and to O. H. S. -Helen Reuber

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GOVERNMENT Teacher: Mr. Brown HOMEMAKING Teacher: Mrs. Olson GENERAL TYPING Teacher: Miss Bruce PAGE SEVENTEEN

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llllll lilllll When l grow old and reminisce About my high school years, l'll remember most our senior class Of thirty-seven little clears. There was Rog, quite a lad, With his pretty red curls. He caused the hearts to flutter Of many Odebolt girls. Mary drew our pictures, She's our artist, all reet, She cheered and she sang, Her nickname is Tweet. And there was Dorothy lWe called her Dart? Next to dancing and basketball Men are her sport. Muscle-bound Hess went To the party Bev gave His victim at winkum 'Most went to her grave. Then came our soda jerk, His name is Lennie. He's that way with money, You know, like Jack Benny. His co-worker is Myra Vlho prays every night 5he'll make Duffy a malt That will suit him just right. And then we have Howie, We think, quite a lad. A lot of girls tried, But he wasn't to be had. Nancy lost her head, But 'twas all in fun. To Ida Grove and Cobblestone On weekends she runs. We went to a weddingg It was Ardine's. She used to be Paulson But now she's Bettin. Then there is Gordie, The boy who's never bored He drives a Chrysler But he prefers a Ford. That gal, blonde Dolores, Has a twinkle in her eye. Once she received a note Starting, Dear Sweetie-Pie. We have Don Finger With a social life gay. Did you know he's thinking Of joining the A. A.? 11 Then there's Neil Schroeder And he's quiet as heck. He lost his class ring Around a Freshman neck. Then we have Cletus, True son of the soil, But that guy, we bet Will never die of toil. Right along with him ls Haradon, his pal. Ever hear him tell About his Sac City gal? Dick Bernhardt joined us He's just a small guy. He never says much, We don't know just why. Her nickname is Gossip And ain't it the truth. She's called Walking Chronicle But we'll call her Ruth. Jack and LaVonne Are always together We'd take them apart But they like this way better. Then we have petite, Dark-haired Barbara Murr, Full of vim-vigor- Vitality-that's her. Everybody knows Swanson, He goes around in a daze. The way they tell it He got lost in a Mays. Joyce will get all the joy She wants, yes, she will. At least we will bet That she'll get her Phil. Helen seems to be The brain of the class. Her thoughts are in Ames, Nat in Odebolt, Alas! That lad, James Morr, Has lots of spunk. Can't hang by his tail, Yet we call him monk. And Veronica Veit Always has a date But why dear V. V. Do they last so late? Next is Dick Taylor With a gleam in his eye. Soon, to the moon, He expects to fly. And along with him May go our Marge. The army takes her men, So now she's at large. Wherever you are Barb V. makes you laugh. Her sense of humor would do For a girl and a half. Right next to her ls her brother, Stan, He gained his fame as Five o'clock-shadow man. Lois says nursing Will be her dish. She likes Minnesota, But not just to fish. We all like Big Don With a smile in his eye. Of all those we know He's the most nicest guy. And then of course, We have Boyd, Barbara Jean, She's always being teased About her pointed bean. And Hilma, 'tis said, for a Junior girl has a yen. He's editor of our yearbook, You know him-that's Ken. There is Jim Brower, The mistletoe boy. In basketball and football He was coach's joy. She has lots of nicknames Like Poopsie and Pug, But don't call her Charlie, You might get slugged! Anderson's davenport ls Burlap's pet spot At least, so it seems, He's there a lot. Last, but I do hope, Not least, there is me. And l have attempted to write poetry. Here's to the class, A fine bunch of sports, Who from O. H. S. Are now going forth. lt's been lots of fun, We've had a swell time. So now it's goodbye, 'Tis the end of this rhyme. Janet Sonkseri PAGE NINETEEN