Shelby High School - Husky Yearbook (Shelby, NE)

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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

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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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(SCHOOL DAYS) sign on It refids, First prize for Sunset Scone. V alt. It also gives the name of the artist. It Is that of our former classmate, Betty Brigham. I find myself at the s teps of a small hotel in David City. As I enter the lobby, I find the manager Agnes Sable busily looking over some reports. She in- forms me tKet business Is picking up and I know It is her summer solrit in David City that must have taken effect. I hear voices. They are saying, I've got a hun- dred who'll give me a 125. Standing waving his arms about In a peculiar manner I see Robert Ingalls. He Is still working In a sale barn, but he is no longer Just a helper. He is the auctioneer. I an now entering a small cottage. A woman Is sitting at a sewing machine. She is making a dress for her five year old daughter. It Is Margaret Gondrlnger. Margaret told us she wouldn't be surprised if she were married in less than ten years, and I guess she was right. I am now in the streets of Columbus. As I enter Scott's five and ten cent store I see Cariotta Carroll behind a candy counter. I'll bet she doesn't go on a candy diet like she used to when she was a senior In high school. — Class Prophet. CLASS WILL We the class of 1939 of Shelby High School, aged 12 years, of sound-mind and memory, having duly con- sidered uncertainties of further union and the un- erring certainty of separation, do make and establish this last will and testament. First: 'l.Te intrust our exeoutors, the faculty, to conduct our funeral services with pomp and ceremony befitting the dignity of the class, to pay all our funeral expenses from the revenues of est te es soon after our graduation as is practicable. The seniors on their departure leave to the Freshmen their boldness. It took us a long time to develop this and we a e hoping you v-ill use it to an advantage. leave to the Sophomores our dignity. Of course you will have to improve this because it is very mature. We give to the Juniors our sponser, Miss Moon, we know you ’ ill be pleased and ’ ,e hope she will plan as many good times for you as she did for us.