Rosalie High School - Bulldog Growl Yearbook (Rosalie, NE)

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Senior Class Prophecy Our story opens as we gaze upon a dusty narrow road upon which are walking two peasants of the field. They bear the brand of slaves upon their chests. They are known by the names of Arelius Kinning and Bufus Nelson. Suddenly along the road they happen upon a sparkling pond in which some fair young damsels had chanced to bathe. Just then there happened by two soldiers of the empire. And the first, Sir Edward, spying the posteriors of the two gents slightly protruding from the bushes through which they strained, immediately took the situation in hand, arrested the two, and after a look for himself, pro- ceeded to escort them to prison. But, in luck, they met on the road an opponent of the empire. Sire Fosbitus. Upon spying the two soldiers he raced his chariot toward them, his sword waving in the air. Unfortunately his gallant effort was stiffled as he crashed over the embankment and hurled to the stream below. As the soldiers neared the palace the flying feet of Caesar’s messengers, Judith Slaughter and Rox Posvar, (so named because of her high intelligence) swiftly carried the news to Caesar. As the two slaves entered the palace, their eyes fell upon the heavenly form of Caesar Augustus Peterson as he lay upon his velvet throne; his handmaidens, Nancy of Novak and Kathren of Sicnarf, lightly dropping grapes into his slightly larger than average mouth. When the charges had been presented,Caesar stood to pass sentence. “You knaves,” he thundered, “who have so sorely accosted the privacy of feminine beauty, I sentence you, from this day forth, to be barred from royal movies of the Crest.” Sudden silence held the room. And then three maidens of the Kingdom, Deanna of Grace, Nancy of Copple, and Margaret of Lyons (eligible, but still unwed) fell upon their knees before Caesar and begged for the two slaves who themselves lay crying on the floor. “Nay, nay, I say,” thundered Caesar. “Be thee a horse?” came a voice from the crowd. And into the court stepped the courier of knowledge, the bowman of wit, the lawyer undefeated. Sir Judd of Gustin. He strode to the throne with a jaunt in his gait and stared into the haughty face of the ruler and challenged, “I claim for those poor souls the right of combat.” Caesar laughed, “Who,” he said, “will fight for these wenches?” “I would,” shouted a voice to the rear. A voice that was clear, a voice that was pure. And there in his tunic of puritan white sat dashing young Beautiful Brutus of Klint- worth. His loins were enameled with pearly white lace and the source of his name could be seen by his face. “Fight then you fool,” cried Caesar in rage, “you’ll die everyone by the end of this page.” And then from the back, all clad in black came the ter- rible, cruel, evil, hated, scorned, disliked, laughed-at-behind his back, and all-around tough guy. Gringo of Wortman. He strode to the front, his grease rag still dangling from his pocket. The two fighters stared at each other for some- time. Then they moved out into the street where they be- gan their awesome battle. After six hours of battle both warriors were speared by a bored onlooked which is a heck- of-a-way to end a story, but it’s better than a serial. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE DISTIN- GUISHED SENIORS OF “70” I, GALE NELSON, in humble heart and mind bequeath my study hall desk to Roger N.; my dilapidated Business Law book to anyone dumb enough to take the course; my ability to hit trees to Lee B.; my ability to stay out of trouble to Larry Pullen; to Mr. Athey, a tube of hair grow- er; my good seat behind the barn to Rick M.; and the barn to Rosalie Fire Dept., cause they’ll get it someday; to Arden C., I leave my great memories of our past; my ability to use Jarvin Anderson’s couch after a rough nite to Clyde M.; to Pam N., I leave my empty bottle; to Mary A., I leave sweet innocent little old me. 1, KATHY LINDHOLM, being of sound mind and body will and bequeath the following: My natural cheerleading ability to the next four fortunate girls who get the honor?? my position on the volleyball team to Carol D.; my shy, quiet ways to Pam N. and Vawn N.; my fantastic ability to catch a bus to the next person at RHS spending the weekend in the big city; my athletic talents (what little there is) to my brother Mark, who really doesn’t need it; my ability to have fun in surrounding towns to Judy N. and anything else I might have forgotten to the first one who can get it. I, NANCY NOVAK, being of sound mind and active body, bequeath my blue outfit to Pam N.; my long brown hair to Arden C.; my brother, Craig to whoever can capture him; my desk to any poor soul who has to sit in it next year; my clean mind and modesty to Vawn N.; my long hours for dates to Carol D.; to Judy N., I leave what’s left of Oakland boys to do whatever she wants to do with them; and I leave whats left to who ever gets it first, except “My Lover”. I, ROXIE POSVAR, being of little mind but sexy body, will and bequeath my shyness of boys to Vawn N. and Kim P.; my long, warm hair to Mr. Athey, who will need it on those cold nights; my ability to stay off the down list to the Jr. High; To Arden C., I leave all my beauty and charm-

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Baccalaureate Exercises were held in the school auditorium Sunday Evening, May 17. Rev. Neubel gave the address to the graduating class. The Seniors of 1970 stood together as a class for the last time at graduation exercises on May 21. Kathy Lindholm was valedictorian of her class and Nancy Novak, was salutatorian. Mr. Gene Lavender, Superintendent of Norfolk Public Schools, gave the graduation address, “You Say You Want A Revolution”.

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ing ways, so she can get along with the boys; and to any Junior who gets there first, my wobblcy desk in that hon- ored Senior Row. To Judy N., I wish her luck during her last year of school-have fun!! Last but always first I will- ingly bequeath me, myself, and 1 to Larry K.???! I, SCOTT GUST1N, being of sound mind and little body, will and bequeath the following: My long, beautiful, curly locks to Kathy P.; my height to Dennis C.; my versatility and prowess in all sports to Mark W.; my chemistry teacher to the Henry Doorley Zoo; my Spanish lessons to the local furnace; our math teacher to the nearest Indian snake pit; and everything else to whoever wants it. I, MARK PETERSON, being of greedy mind and body, will and bequeath everything, especially Kim Preston, to myself. 1, LARRY KLINTWORTH, being of able mind and stable body???, will an bequeath my nickname (Weed) to Ricky M.; my ability to do Bob Cousy shots and passes to Dennis C.; my figure to Fay B. To Clyde M. I leave my record of “Hair” (so he can learn the rest of the words and sing them in study hall next year); to Jim Daggett I leave all my A’s in chemistry; to Ray H. my ability to throw four inter- cepted passes in a row in a single football game. Everything else in this school that we haven’t busted or destroyed I leave to Tree! I, JIM ANDERSON, being of sound mind and body, will and bequeath my desk in the back of study hall (music not included), to Kelvin P., along with my talents at playing basketball and overhauling engines. I leave my ability to drive safely to Craig N., Gale P., and Lee B. To Rick M. I leave my worn out pitch-fork and stompers. Everything else “EXCEPT my ability to get along with girls,” I leave to anyone who gets them or has it forced upon them. I, NANCY COPPLE, being of sound mind and good humor, will and bequeath my fantastic personality to Arden C.; my ability to play volleyball to my sister Kay; my ability to go on long trips and know EVERYTHING to Judy N.; my ability to stay out of trouble to Carol D.; my ability to know where all my books are to Mr. Athey; my ability to pay off debts to Roger N.; and my desk to some poor per- son who gets the privilege of setting in it. I, DEANNA HENNIG, being of scatterbrain mind and sexy body, will and bequeath my shyness around boys to my cousin Lori and to Lea Ann; my ability to have fun wherever I go to Judy N.; my mini-skirts to Mrs. Kiersch, because I know how much she like them; my beauty and charm (which was given to me by my sister) to my sister, Reanae; my ability to get into lots of trouble, but still man- age to act innocent to my silly sophomore friends, Pam and Vawn; to one of my favorite teachers, Mr. Athey, I will my NATURALLY dark brown hair; my superior intelligence, which he will find in need of some day, to my other favor- ite teacher, Mr. Joern. Everything else except Randy J. 1 leave to all my other friends at R.H.S. I, DOUG K1NNING, being of sound mind and body will and bequeath my great ability to grow hair to Mr. Athey; my football ability to Dennis C.; my ability to get along well with the teachers to Clyde M.; my shyness around girls to Roger N.; my pens and pencils to whoever I stole them from, and anything else to whoever wants the stuff. I, JERRY WORTMAN, being of sound mind and body do and bequeath my front row seat to Roger, so he can be a good little Senior next year; my SHYNESS? to Larry P.; my my AGGRESSIVENESS? to Rick M.; my rat-tail comb to Gary A.; and my ability to hit cows to whoever wants it; and Myself to womankind!!!!! I, JUDI SLAUGHTER, being of wild mind and body, will and bequeath my great athletic abilities to the Varsity Bas- ketball team, who could put them to great use; my ability to get along with the teachers to Vawn N. and Pam N.; a wad of Dentyne to Mr. Athey; the ability to stay off the down list to the Jr. High; my long hours of Pep Club presi- dent to Judy N.; the long hours of typing and calling in scores for Coach to Arden C.; my ability to get to school on time to Kim P.; my cluttered desk and everything that’s in it to the next poor Junior; and last, but not least, I will me, myself, and I to Bill H. I, ED MODLIN, being short of mind and body, will and bequeath my fantastic ability to stay out of trouble to Rick M.; my extreme agility upon the football field to Kent Hansen; my place on the two-mile relay team to any sick- soul who wants it. Last, but not least, my greatest ability, which is to stay away from girls, to Mr. Roger Nelson. And everything else to anyone who thinks they are good enough to have it. I, MARGARET PULLEN, being of 78% water and the rest hot air. I will and bequeath my desk in the honored Senior Row to my brother, in hopes that he makes it there. To my sister, Kathy, I will my ability to graduate; My patience, I will to next year teachers. My sweet, lov’en ways to the Ju- nior High girls. My “Charlie Green” track ability to Carol D.; My maroon jacket to Coach Joern; To Mr. Athey, who has seen us through all 4 years, all my luck for next year. I will myself to Keith B.; And everything else I haven’t mentioned I will to the Rosalie dump! 13