Ogden High School - Eagle Yearbook (Ogden, IA)

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Class W ill I, Jeanne Wilson, will my black hair to Mary Janice Boehm. I, Jane Kennedy, will my serious look to the freshmen. They need it! I, Paul Blyth, hereby will my leadership to Louie Treloar and I don't mean girls! I, Marion Wolber, will my sleepy look to Cur- tis Blyth. I, Elaine Anderson, hereby give my freckles to Twila Zwald. I, Eldon Bergstrom, will my companionable ways to Donald Leichliter. I, Elizabeth Marquardt, will my faithfulness to Phyllis Burt. I, Glen Andrew will with gratefulness, my school spirit to the whole school. I, Dorothy Donelson, will my smile to Jean Boehm. Don't use it for flirting ei-ther! I, Rosella Freie, will my ready laugh to Viola Carpenter and use it once in a while. I, Marylin Wirtz, will by brother to anyone who has a good brother in return. I, Blanche Kirkman, will my red hair to Lois Kuhl, because I think it would go with her tem- per. I, Ruth Erickson, will my affability to Edith Dixson. I, Charlotte Nelson, give the use of my Dad's V-8 to Weldon Lessen so that I may ride with his brother. I, Dorothy Dillman, will my good nature to Ruth Leichliter and hope it serves her as it has me. I, Marjorie Vamer, will my belief in human nature to all pessamists, who want to use it. There's plenty that need it. I, Arlene Lark, give my coquettish glance to Betty Jones, even though she'd get along with- out it. I, Lorraine Wright, will my fun-loving nature to the teachers of Ogden High. I, Raechel Caldwell, will my ability as a band- member to all future bandmembers. I, Dean Mill-er, do will my ability to talk to Ernest Cramer. I, Eleanor Campbell, will my neatness to all the pupils of this school. I, jo Ann Miller, will my pleasurable compan- ionship to Cletus McCaskey. I, Merle Sherbring, will my physique to La Verne Ensley and hope he makes good use of it. This will entered into Cor was ith by the great OJ seniors on this, the last day of school Cwe hopel, has thus been duly administered and exev cubed Cmurderedj for the benefit of all posterity.

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l Hass Will We the Seniors C-'D of Ogden High School, of unsound body, and insane mind, do hereby set our names, seals and stuff and things, or reasonable facsimile. to this, our last will and old and new testament, to will and bequeath Cwhat does that mean, to our unfortunate successors, or something. the following: I, Morris Blaskey, hereby will my physique to Kenneth Hasstedt. I, Betty Ehlers, do give and bequeath my type- writing ability to Dean Ohlson and hope for the best. I, Ruth Kuhl, will my graoe and poise to Donna Langan. I, Phyllis Shadle, do bequeath my dimples to Evelyn Johnson. I, Kenneth Webber, do give and bequeath sup- ernatural ability to get along with my teachers to George Carlson, who never could. I, Pete Garvey, will my height to Tony Galloro, he needs it. I, Lu Verne Thiessen do with gratefulness, will my football ability to Don Van Slyke. I, Floyd Tilley, will my shyness to Billie Mor- gan, who could use a little. I, Harry Giese, will my Super-deluxe chevy to Raymond Loveless. I, Normand Davies, give my gift of gab to Francis Le Master. I, Ralph Ray, do will my curly hair to any boy who wants it. I, Pat Tilley, do give and bequeath my boxing ability to Luke Carlson. I, Doris Clausen, will my size to my brother so he will be a better athlete. I, Charles Garvey, do give my athletic ability to next year's squads. I. Junior Thompson, will my ready wit to any poor dead personality who hasn't any. I, Doris Boehm, bequeath my singing ability to Dallas Buck. We prefer you to use it in the Glee Club! I, Ruth Na-eve, will my cheerfulness to Martha Lawler. I, Keith Hunter, will my quiet attention to Johnny Harrison. I, Kenneth Cadman, hereby will the use of the V-8 to my brother. I, Kenneth Wisecup, will my ability to pitch woo to David Dillman. I, Marvel Arnes, give my smallness and shy smile to Verla June Clifton. I, Janice Garland, hereby will my Irish temper to Frederick Ehlers. I, Marian Stamp, will my blond hair to Col- leen Tilley. 1, Bill Murdock, will my truthfulness to the Boy Scouts of America. I, Vernon Wenger, give my ability to argue with the teachers to Francis Vaughan.

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PP l flax: Propfzecy A short time ago Mr. I-Iolzapfel became a crystal gazer and found out what the class of 1940 was doing. He told us that this is what the crys- tal ball showed. A large dairy farm among gently rolling land of the grazing country of Iowa, and then flash! the scene changed to the dining room of the large house situated on the dairy farm. There he saw Mr. and Mrs. Lu Verne Thiessen and their son. Lu Verne Jr. was then four years old. In a small church in a wooded glen there was a meeting that was going to be held that night. A man noted for his talking on books, as Re- ligion and Modern Youth, was there, Mr. Wil- liam Murdock. He has won fame with his mod- ern ideas and his wise thinking to help stabilize the youth of the day and to insure the youth of tomorrow. In a moderate, but modem apartment he found several girls trying on dresses and having them criticized by a very charming lady. It was Miss Elaine Anderson, the lady who designs dresses for the swankiest of dr-ess shops in Chicago. Again those swanky offices come into view and sitting in front of a desk taking dictation from a fat and ponderous man he viewed a person, rather tall and blond, male, wearing glasses. It was Mor- ris Blaskey, the personal secretary and valet to Mr. W. P. Wonderaround, the oil magnet. Pete has great sport by getting the boss' goat, we thugs call it blackmail. P. S. Pete found out who the boss went out with when his wife was out to a bridge tea. Pete was always wise that way. Again, another dairy farm, only this time in the Southern part of Iowa. The occupants were Mr. and Mrs. Dizzy LaMar. Mrs. LaMar is the former Miss Blanche Kirkman of Ogden, Iowa. The LaMar farm is contracted to sell milk to the school children in Kansas City. The dairy farm is doing well, but not poor Diz, he looks like he went through a threshing machine. fl-low cruel some women can be.J Appearing next was a football field. Second quarter. It is the Green Bay Packers against the Chicago Bears. It seemed that two of the play- crs on the field for the Packers appeared quite familiar, they should have, for at right end was Pete Garvey, at one time an All-American end, and as quarterback was Charles Garvey, the cap- tain said to be the smart-est field general since Frank Keredio battled for Rockne at Notre Dame. The crystal ball vibrated with the sound of the big city and was illuminated by the bright lights of New York and a cab drove up in front of a the little theatre off Time's Square. The chauf- feur opened the door and a man and a lady get out, dressed in evening clothes. As the man gave the chauffeur directions we saw his face and it was Mr. Kenneth Webber. He is the head of the Webber Construction Company Inc. that built the Magna Tower, the ninth wonder of the modern age. The lady we saw with him is his wife, the former Miss Marion Stamp. In the cast of Tamoro's play, 'Ceasar's Vic- tory, was the lad who has gone far since his act- ing in Ogden. Mr. Glen Andrew had the leading part as Julius Ceasar. Many critics acclaim him to be a second Leslie Howard and others say that he is in a class by himself. The crystal ball changed to a soft green valley where was seen a huge lay of land gently rolling and liberally covered with sleek cattle, two big barns and a big house. The man dressed in over- alls, turned so his face could be seen. Dean Miller is a very prosperous farmer. It takes a smart farmer nowadays with everything machinery, to be prosperous, because you can't feed com to a trac- tor and make it run. Next a huge building came into view. High School is written on its front. He mounted the steps and stopped at a door. I-Ie looked in and found a history class: the teacher was wearing glasses and her name was Miss Jane Kennedy. Across town to a smaller brick building and into the first and second grade room the teacher, Phyl- lis Shadle, was trying to teach the children their A. B. C.'s. It looked like a hopeless task but she had a hopeful smile so let her do her best. War ' ! l Cannons thundered, machine-guns chattered, planes dived and bombs streaked earth- ward, blasting cities with devastating rapidity: people madly scrambled for shelter. This was all caught by Miss Doris Boehm and Ruth Naeve, two top flight reporters for the Allergic Monthly. Ruth gets the scene on the film and Doris tells it in written words tc the public in America who rate her along with Dorothy Thompson.