Pawnee City High School - Indian Yearbook (Pawnee City, NE)

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CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of Pawnee Public School of the City of Pawnee City, County of Pawnee, and State of Nebraska, being more or less of sound minds, do make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament on this twenty-first day of our Lord, nineteen hundred fifty-eight. Whereas we are about to depart as students from the high school of Pawnee City into the untried future, we do hereby bequeath to the said members of the student body of Pawnee City High School all of our most valuable possessions. First to the faculty go our thanks for trying to pound through our thick skulls knowledge of many things. We also hope your troubles are lessened by our graduation. Second to the class of 59 we will our hopes, dreams, happy moments, friendships, and our feeling of being supreme. Cherish and honor these and we hope you will have as much fun as we did. Third to the class of '60 we will our broken pencils, rubber bands, battered-up notebooks, paper wads, thumb tacks, ability to present junior play, attend county government day and entertain the seniors at a banquet. Don’t worry; it isn’t as bad as it sounds. Fourth to the class of ’61 we will our trips to the office, disagreements with the teachers, time penalties, all unkept lockers, carved names, slightly used textbooks, and first dates. Cheer up kids; the best is yet to come. I, Steve Avery, will my chair in chorus to Dave Herries. You can probably warm it as well as Steve did Davel I, Betty Bock, leave my calorie counter to Susie Anderson. It takes willpower, Susie. I, Paul Campbell, will my good car to anyone who can afford to buy scotch tape to keep it together. I, Mary Carmichael, will my giggle to Barbara Brown. As if she needed it. I, Charlotte Caswell, will my love of horses to Barbara Price. You know, Barbara, those are the things with four legs. You can let them run in your back yard. I, Dale Daniel, leave my information on ”Girls — their care and feeding to Arnold Dvorak. I, Karen Fields, will my ability to make the honor roll every six weeks to Dick Adams. A change, did some one say? I, Judy Fischer, will my fan mail to anyone who has the time to wade through it. I, Norman Foster, leave singing ’’If you see me a cornin', better step aside - a lotta men didn’t - oh well, I tried.’’ I, Belva Graham will my seat in the front row to all future American history students who remember the name of the American Observer article. I, Joyce Graham, will my guardianship of Eldon to any P.C.H.S. girl capable of keeping up with him. I, Lyle Hess, will my new Ford to Jim Brown. It will be somewhat better than your present car, Jim! I, Harold Howard, will my ability to go with Seneca girls to Dick Parks. Now Seneca will be a busier place! I, Joan Hunzeker, will my ability to blush at anything and everything to Dale Mach. Gosh Dale! Aren’t you cute? I, Conlee Jarrett, will my ability to tell tall tales to Ronnie Auxier, that he may give an interesting book report without reading the book. I, Richard Klepper, will my cowboy boots to Mike Bacon. It takes muscles, Mike! I, Kay Ellen Parli, will my Sunday afternoon excursions to Linda Brinkman. Now watch Brink’s gas bill go up! I, Ronald Prine, will my quietness in history to Barry Granden. Mr. Winter should have a pleasant time. I, Larry Schafer, will my mischievousness to Rudy and Bob Eichenberger. It’s too much for any one person! I, Bill Thompson, will my ability to be president of every organization to Dave Williams. Now maybe you can be president of Luke's, Dave. I, Lola Jean Triska, will my ability as treasurer of Pep Club for two years to Patty Habegger. Try to see how much money you can spend, Patty! I, Bette Warnke, will my sister to anyone who is big enough to handle her. Namely Ronnie Auxier. In witness whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seal this twenty-first day of May in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred fifty-eight.

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CLASS HISTORY Class History........down the long trail. One September morn many moons ago, thrity-one eager young Pawnees stormed the doors of Pawnee High School in a search for knowledge. We managed, somehow, to brave the ridicule of both the older warriors and the paleface faculty, and took our places as students in this heap big wigwam of education. We elected Bill Thompson as our chieftain and Harold Howard as his assistant. Our representative to the Great Tribal Council was Karen Fields and our keeper of records, Charlotte CaswelL Mr. Dappen served as our honored counselor. At this time we were officially allowed to attend the monthly tribal dances as full-fledged braves. Also, it was during this year that Joan went with Bill. Our sophomore year, we again donned our war paint and tomahawks in an effort to add more feathers to our caps of knowledge. This year. Bill Chief Joan Hunzeker was assisted by Dale Daniel. Norman Foster took over our ever increasing supply of wampum and recorded the events at our pow-wows. Bill Thompson cast his lot with the Tribal Council and we were aptly advised by Mrs. Dovel and Miss Watson. Aside from the usual routine of study, all the girls cut bangs and hay rides became quite popular. As we entered Pawnee High our junior year, the girls immediately began rehearsals for the class play “Kay Beats The Band . Bette Warnke now was our dependable chieftain and was ably assisted by Karen Fields. Norman again took charge of wampum and pow-wows. Harold and Joan were elected to the Tribal Council and we were counseled by Mrs. Eckman and Mr. Oberg. We presented the annual Christmas program, featuring “The Night Before Christmas” with Dale Daniel as father and Belva Graham as mother. What a charming couple! Betty Bock and Bette Warnke made All - State. Dignified Seniors I We found ourselves in these moccasins all too soon. Bill Thompson served as our honored chieftain with Joyce Graham as his right-hand squaw. Kay Ellen handled what wampum we had (after paying for last year’s banquet) and recorded what took place at our very frequent pow-wows. Tribal Council representatives were Norman and Lola Jean. Counselors were Mrs. Bratt and Mr. Winter. In November we presented the traditional Thanksgiving pro- gram which will always be remembered (at least, by us). We are now at the end of the long, long trail which has led us through four eventful years of high schooL We are preparing to leave this reservation as brave warriors, ready to proceed into life, each seeking his own fortune. We sincerely hope that we will not be lost in the shades of a long-forgotten past.

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CLASS PROPHECY In 1978, after spending twenty years floating around the earth in a balloon, Harold Howard decides to land and take off in Sputnik 434.068 for the planet Mars. After the first 10 thousand miles he notices a bright light from a man-launched planet. He stops and investigates the situation. The light is the neon sign of Daniel’s Floral Shop. Harold ambles into the flourishing establishment and sees Dip, who is complainiig about his feet. Taking a further look at this strange planet he sees Bill Thompson. Bill is in his newspaper office editing his daily paper, “The Planet’s Blazer . Suddenly Harold hears a loud noise and looks up to see Kay Ellen Parli spinning around in her new 1978 Ford. It has that “torsion-air ride. As Harold explores this planet further, he sees Conlee Jarrett driving his hearse. Harold manages to stop Conlee to ask him where he is going. Conlee replies that he is on his way to pick up the late Norman Foster who became a famous scientist at a tender age. But his absent-mindedness was his downfall. Norman forgot to check a chemical equation and ended up in the hos- pital. Joan Hunzeker, a lovely blonde, acted as his nurse. Harold’s interest is aroused. He walks into a new cafe, The Greasy Spoon , which is operated by Mary Carmichael and Ronnie Prine. Mary does all the work, and Ronnie collects the money. Listenirg to the various conversations, Harold learns that Steve Avery is the owner of a great many farms and Larry Schafer is his advisor. Lyle Hess, as Harold is told, is the most eligible bachelor around. After cleaniig up on the grain market, Lyle has retired to a more conservative life. He spends most of his time running from the ladies. Joyce Graham is the editor of True Confessions Magazine. Every now and then she slips in a confession of her own. Lola Triska is International Leader of Home Economics Association. A life- long ambition come ture I Harold leaves the cafe and notices a poster advertising the coming of the planet’s lady wrestling champion, Betty Bock. Betty’s now trying for the universe championship, and everyone believes she can do it. Harold is attracted to a night club called “Araby . Inside, he notices Bette Warnke in the harem of the Sheik of Araby . She is his favorite wife. Everyone thought this situation quite reversed since it was usual- ly Bette who had a flock of boys dangling on a line. This is too much for Harold and he decides to leave this planet and be on his way to Mars. Arriving at Mars. Harold is greeted by Karen Fields and Charlotte Caswell who are actiig as guides. They drive taxi-jets between earth and Mars and love breaking the sound barrier. Some of their customers get kind of shaky. First on the tour of Mars is the sight of Richard Klepper raising kargaroos for all leadiig circuses in the universe. Richard started to raise horses but switched to kangaroos when he found they were always one “jump ahead of horses. Karen and Charlotte drive through the main streets of the mighty metropolis of Punee so Harold can enjoy watching Belva Graham charm snakes by playing her clarinet while her hubby sits at home and watches 3-D television. Glancing around this great city, Harold sees Judy Fischer and PaulCampbell working on their latest experiment. They are trying to decide which came first - the chicken or the egg. Harold is so enthused over the success he has thus far seen that he immediately returns to earth and demands more man-launched planets for future graduates of Pawnee High.