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

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Baccalaureate Commencement Baccalaureate Exercises were held in the school audi- torium Sunday Evening, May 16. Reverend Hand gave the address to the graduating class. The Seniors of 1971 stood together as a class for the last time at graduation exercises on May 20. Of their class, Linda Canarsky was valedictorian with James Daggett as salutatorian. Mr. Merlyn Menagh gave the graduation address, “Thank God It’s Graduation Day”. The gym was decorated with their class colors of mint green and white. Their gold and black robes were accented with their class flower, the Talisman Rose.

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Senior Class Prophecy The year is 1981 and as we pull in on the four-lane, freshly graveled Rosalie spur we notice a sign “Rosalie— Population 50”. As we round the corner and pull down the street we immediately spot a large neon sign reading “Roge’s hair and Beauty Salon”, “free beer shampoo”. Toward the end of the street we see Mario Posvar, Header and Stock Car specialist, giving his assistant Jim (Fosbitus) Anderson instructions on cleaning windshields. As we round the corner we spot “Arden Enterprises- Tutoring and Computer Dating Service”. Waiting in front in his daily position stands Larry Pullen on his lunch break from P.B.P. (Pullen Beef Packers) to see what his catch for the day will be. Off to the right we spot a sign on which we see the words Clyde’s Cassino and Root Beer Palace. Just above is a giant flashing picture of a sparkling face resembling Col. Sanders, but we recognize it as the likeness of our old friend Clyde Marr. Stopping off for a cool one we notice standing near the door our old friend Okinowa Novak tipping a quart of the foamy brew. Clyde runs up, gives us a hearty slap on the back and leads us to the bar where he promptly chugged a quart in our honor. After finishing off a few foamy mugs over lively conversation, we decided we’d better be moving along. Turning our wheels toward home we were shocked when someone landed his plane on main street. As the door opens, a red carpet rolls out and our old friend Judy Nelson steps out in her leather jacket, flying scarf, and marine cadet hat. On her back we see TWA and we im- mediately remember her lifelong hope of being a stewar- dess. As we fly along the streets suddenly from behind we hear the blast of police sirens. Pulling off to the side we see the town cop pull in behind. Rod Nelson steps from his ‘75 Volkswagen Fastback that He’d received as a long awaited graduation present, and walks toward our car. At his side hangs a deadly thirty-eight, the bullet in his right shirt pocket. As he removes his hat we see that he is bald—a result no doubt from constant close hair- cuts. Monogrammed on his lapels we notice the in- scription “J. F. I wish” tattered with age. On our way out of town we see Larry Pullen carrying a case of candy to his Volkswagen Van. We see at a nearby bar, Jim Daggett, neatly dressed in his Marine uniform turning the pages of “A Book of the Groshea” by Roger Nelson. As we leave the outskirts of Rosalie we spot two nuns, but the shock is too much when we recognize Fay Brum- mond and Linda Canarsky staring from their habits. After leaving our amusing episodes in the city of big “R” we sail off into the setting sun. Last WiK and Testament Of the Distinguished Seniors of 71” I, FAY BRUMMOND, will and bequeath to everyone anything that comes natural and curse them with any- thing that doesn’t come natural. To my sister, Lea Ann, 1 will anything she gets, because whatever it is she deserves it. To all upcoming Junior High, I will the Stamina to stick to it, and never give up copying. 1, ARDEN CANARSKY, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath my study hall desk to any lucky ju- nior who gets it, my stolen pencils and ink pens to any- body who has use for them, and last but not least my Business Law and Bookkeeping books back to Mr. Stans- berry, my history book back to Mr. Shockley, and my literature book back to Mr. Gray. 1» LINDA CANARSKY, Being of competent mind and adequate body, will and bequeath my shy, quiet ways to Lea Ann B., my athletic prowess to Kathy P., my in- tuitive knowledge of test questions to Vawn N. and Pam N. (who certainly need it!), to Shirley B. I leave the pa- tience that comes only after attending school for many years; and last and perhaps least 1 leave my ability to stay out of trouble to Carol D. To all those I have not mentioned 1 leave you with the immortal words of W. C. Fields, “If at 12