Shelby High School - Husky Yearbook (Shelby, NE)

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{SCHOOL PAYS) A village scene appears. I see a church. The bells are ringing. It is Sunday Morning. The People are coming to the service. I see the minister, a fine looking nan, and by his side walks hie.wife. Her free is turned away, but I can see it Is someone we know. The congregation greet them cordially. They are much loved. Now she turns. I see her face. It is Betty Leigh McMcokln. She looks very haopy and eoorars to be an ideal minister's wife. And now the scene grows strange. An orchestra is seated awaiting the signal to play, but there is not a sound. Upon the blackboard are figures and mysterious letters. Ah, I see a microphone. It i3 the broaderst- lng room of a radio strtlon. A voice saya, Quiot, We're on the air . The leader introduces a delightful saxophone solo into the mist of selection. I sec him clearly. It Is Joromo Vincentc (Vincent Messina), the radio favorite of the next decade. The mists blot out the scene, and when they clear away, the ground is covered with ice end snow. The wind walls through the tall sentinel pines. A figure rides toward me. Ho i'err3 a stunning uniform. He stops his horse end rends a 3ign offering many thousrnd dollars reward for the capture of a murderer rt large in the Canrdlan forest. Ho smiles rnd says, The boun- ties always get their man. He is one of those romrn— tic heroes, a Northwest Mounted Policeman. As ho rides nearer, I recognize him. It is Neil Brigham. more handetfne than ever. I sec we rrc in the city. It is the interior of a large public building, the library. Seated at her desk is the reference librarian, Put she is not doing re- search work for myone now. Sh is reading the latest novel and lotting those who search for information She is our old friend, Done. Watkins. Trust h'r to find a way of reading all the nev» books as soon re they come out. Again we have r large room, empty but for two peo- ple and a grmd piano. A small boy vrith eticky flneers and a look of ri:ony on his face 13 trying to play exer- cise Number 13, end his teacher, grlttln- her teeth to keep from spanking him, is determinedly counting one, two, three, one, tve, three, as woodcnly as a metron- ome. At last she sweeps the child off the stool and plays the exercise for him, making even its mechanical precision sound interesting. She la Maxine Kosch, with t x

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Brigham, Vincent Messing and Bob Ingalls. Kaytime ' ,as the theme of the Junior-Senior banquet. It was cazrle out beautifully with a large maypole and other artistic decorations. On September 5, 1938 the seme members of the class returned to compose the class of mighty Seniors for'38- •39. These nineteen members worked faithfully and with much more determination than In the proceeding years. The seniors chose Mr. Haberman of Friend to take their pictures. He gave some of the members of the class a. free theater party and others a pocket mirror with their photograph on the back. Mr. Haberman also took the pictures for this annual free of charge. The civics class this year consisted only of Sen- iors so the class went to Osceola to hear a court sess- ion. Everyone found it to be very interesting and educational. The class chose the motto: We have bay; the oc an lies before up. The claps teal blue and peach and the class flower, Hill rose. The Seniors enjoyed their sneak day in Lincoln, May 2. They visited the Alimort, Miller candy kitchen, Lincoln Flying School, College, Wesleyan observatory. Antelope studio and the Lincoln Journal. Part of spent shopping; then lunch at Haps end r to round off the dry. The class appreciated the lovely banquet that the Juniors gave then May 4. The Dutch setting was beautiful and realistic. After Recognition Might May 12, Baceelaureate May 14, and Commencement May 18, the Seniors brought to r close their High school days. crossed the colors were the Joanna and Paine's Agricultural park, KFAB the day was picture show CLASS PROPHECY Although It has never been publicly announced, it is generally kndvn that I possess the remarkable power of projecting myself forward through the years into any given time in which I am interested. To-nite being restless and weary 'lth the cares of the dey I longed for a change of scene and time. So closing my eyes and relaxing I fell asleep. In ray dream I visualized what our class was doing in 1949. - t-Jt- -

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{SCHOOL DAYS fingers as nimble and energy a? abundant ap always. Next I x Ind myself in a aentlst office. I see an office pix! sitting at her desk. Lo and behold! Its none other than Arlene KoBeth. Silo telle me tha+- Doc- tor Abbott is engaged in extracting a tooth, and I'11 have to v'ait. Finding time too precious I hurry along. As I an walking down the street I peer into a beauty salon and I find ray sc-1 ' looking into the face of Ma y Hose Kerch; she has „1ust completed that lovely coif- fure . a. near it was she who introduced the new whirl top hair style. bhi.Le calkin,: to Mary Rose Kooch she informs me that Bertha bonda Is employed at the home of Cyrus T. Moneybags as private maid to their nineteen year old daughter. I always knew that the parts she played in the High school plays would merit her a Job like that. Again x find myself in different surroundings. It is in u small country school. The teacher is having third grade arltlinetic class. She certainly under- stands children. It is Delora.s Crolsa.nt. She says she is going’ to devote her life to the betterment of rural schools. You might know sho'd do something like that. She always was willing to out herself out for others. The scene ch. ngos. I see a young man on a stream- line tract or . Yes, we all know i ho he is, he is Marlin Kumpf, the master fame: of this prosperous rectlon of the country. Ho, r strange ! I see a room in great disorder n.nd a m;’n down on all fours, looking at the rug through a magnifying glass. In one Docket is a notebook labeled Clues. In the other noc’-.et is a pair of handcuffs. He rets very peculiar. Now he rises. He turns toward me- and I recognize him. It is Donald Proil. This is the result of the mystery stories he was aXwrys read- ing. He is now a detective. Ap I dream along I find myself in Bernt's Cafe. It certainly hng grown rnd who is the head welter but Louis Flco.lor-. That's the result of being n soda-Jerk- or during HTe» high school 'aye. The scene shifts to Madison Sauarc Garden. It's a knock-out, he's done it again. What a fight 1 What a man i The ’’eferee waves the boxer's hand into the air. It's oimmy Rry ! Listen to the crowd cheer for the new World's champion boxer. Now I am in an art gallery. On the wall hangs a beautiful scene of a sunset in magnificent colors. The 4L£- br-t