Shelby High School - Husky Yearbook (Shelby, NE)

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President, Kenny «Ille; Secretary, Max Gabel; Treasurer, Eugene Gabel; Bill Buchholz became Student Council Renresenatlve as Bob Hopwood former repre- sentative,moved on to take over the President's duties. Once again we were fortunate to have Mrs. Young as our class sponsor. This year the faculty was Supt. Glenn Tabor, Principal, Richard °oyd, English-Dramatics teacher, Mrs. Young, History-Science teacher, Alfred Tie- tjen, and Athletic Director, Harold Haberman. Outstanding events throughout the year were Freshman Inltation, Class Pictures, Receiving of name cards and announcements, the Senior Play In April, and the Junior-Senior Banquet. Then,of course, we couldn't forget The Senior sneak day. Thus we conclude the history or the class of 1950. Get on board the new 1960 Supersonic-Atomic Convertible everybody! It's now ten years later. Let's travel far and wide In this year 1960 and look ud the mighty senior class that graduated way back In 1950. We must, of course, start at our dear ol' home town of 3helby, Nebraska. We are now driving up to a swanky streamlined gas emporium. The sign reads Gabel's Gas Statlon -Proorletor-EUGENE GABEL—and all the little Gabels. He Is a class A Studebaker dealer now and seems to be doing pr8tty well for himself. He's a happi-Lee married man and the daddy of 5 little girls In which group, strangely enough, there Is one set of twins!!!! After a little chat about old times we Journey Into the wide ranches of Wyoming. At a very large ranch we see a sign Long Bill Buch's Bull Ranch. We know of course this could be no one but our old rootln tootln western minded BILL BUCHHOLZ. We stop at a beautiful ranchhouse, and up trots a lovely pallmlno horse with Bill In the saddle. After a luscious lunch of baked beans and bacon on the patio we once again hop aboard. The scenic state of Colorado greets us next. While driving through the olty of Denver we happen to pass a beautiful college campus. Strolling casually across the campus we see a telm looking woman. Dressed In the neatest of clothes she Is about to cross the street ahead of us when screeeeeeeech------we stop for a red light---no It Isn't a red light, lt'ea whirl of red hair!!! To our utmost surprise we see It’s MARILYN EU3E. Seems It took a lot of hard study to get her that position of Dean of Col- orado State Women's College. Next we travel on to California. It Is so warm and sunny. Driving through the city of San Francisco we find our quiet and contented class- mate, MARY 3IM0NSEN. 3he Is a fashion designer for Tight Fit and Whistle Balt! (Mary seemed to be the quiet type but some of the loud colors she's been Introducing to the world are making up for It.) We find It Is cold and Is now snowing so we don our warmest coats. Seems we've been driving north for quite some time now. We are In Canada and Alaska. We find living In an Eskimo Igloo our two old faithful trap- pers DELMAR KOSCH and LEWIS THELEN. They always were discussing somebody's or some kind of a hide back In high school. As usual’the wind Is blowing pretty strong (Lewis always could tell some boners) so we chew the blubber awhile then pick up our trail once again. Journeying cross-country, we arrive In a neat, large meadowland country. After reading the road signs we find It Is Wisconsin. A large sign greets us along the paved road, Kosch1s Kow Milk —Gallons, Half-Gallons, Quarts, Pints, Half-Pints, Squirts and Sips. Lowest prices but the best milk. Fretfh dally. Gee Whiz! It couldn't be, but sure enough It Is, DON KOSCH. Seems he'e taken over the family dairy back In Nebraska but moved It to Wlscorsln. Everyone thought he and his twin brother Delmar would go ’ nto business together but their Ideas didn't click so they spilt up. Well, af- ter a chat about high school days at S.H.S. and a glass of chocolate milk

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r P P (From one of Don's patented Chocolate Cows) we travel on. Iowa greets us next. We see before us a monstrous, gigantic, simply stunning farm. The buildings are especially well-kept, large, white and beautiful. Driving out of the lane on a shiny new Ford tractor Is none other than our faithful ol' blue Jeans girl L0I3 MYTHOLAR. We tour all her fine experimental buildings and find that Lois's dream has come true. Nationally known, she Is one of the first women veterinarians of the Atonic Age. She Is also head of the W.V.A. of A. (Thats the Women's Veterinarian Association of America.) After a chat with Lola and her animals once a- galn we are off on our Journey. Cheers and roars we hear as we travel on. We stop and what do we see but a granu football game between the Bad Bulldogs and the Hercules Husk- ies. The score Is 44 to 44. Between munching our fingernails and popcorn our eyes are glued on the Kamel Bang I There goes the whistle! He's off like a flash of llghtenlng-he'e to the 30, the 20, the 10,—he's over!!!'.'. Hooray! Hi® Huskies win! -50-44!! Who Is this mighty hero who saved the game? Let's visit him In his dressing room and see. He doesn't recognize ua at first, but after repeated greetings of HI Hogl - Pete or what have you, he finally knows who we are. Thats right. It's the topmost athlete of our class, KENNY WILLS. Kenny plays the field, In snorts as well as other things. (Ahem!) While still In New York we decide to see the sights. As we pass a beau- tiful modern building we hear such beautiful strains of music we decide to stop and listen. After further Investigation we find a sign on the door that reads.-- Have you a singing voice? If so, come In and I'll tell you how to use It! Everything taught from Bock to Baklnoven'. (If you Insist Jive and Rhumba!) Teacher JO ANN TADDIKEN. Well, Gee Whiz—we finally caught up with her. After she has demonstrated to us one of her prize pupils, Freddie Snlcklefrlts, who sang Boo-Hoo ! I'm Just a Wally Flower, once again we ssy a fond farewell and we go. The climate Is getting warmer and milder as we head south. We find our- selves In the state of Florida. A warm summer resort for winter vacation- ers greets our eyes. Whom should we find here but our old faithful Romec NORVAL AUGUSTIN. Norval has taken over his father's business back In Neb- raska. He Is a cattle rancher. But of course all work and no play will make Norval a dull boy; so every winter he travels to Florida for a sum- mer vacation. While enjoying a glass of cool lemonade with Norv and his wife, a girl about 8 years of age, and with beautiful red curls dashes up to us with a telegram. When Norv tells us this Is his daughter, Betts, we are so suprlsed—-Tch! Well, one shock follows another! Upon reading the telegram we find we are Invited to a celebration the Chicago dally news Is giving, a sort of banquet. What the reason or why we are Invited we don't know but we leave Norv In his heavenly haven and dash right un there. When the main guest Is Introduced we find It Is BER- NICE LUFT. Bernice Is being honored as their best sports writer. She al- waye did know everything about sports. (Remember those arguments about itio was pitching or catching for the Yankees or the Dodgers?) Who always set- tled them? Why Bernice, of course! Seems she's made history as a sports writer. We don't have too many of our dear old classmates to look up yet. We are starting homeward at last. While stopping In Kokomo, Indiana for a bite to eat we are about to enter a cafe, when smack! we run Into a tall, gangling man. Hey! Cantcha' look where you're goln'? he yells at us. •Didn't you see that oeacherlno' go dashing around this corner? Wow. was she a beauty If you haven't guessed yet who It Is, It's none other than DON WALDEN—still up to his old tricks of chasing women. Finally he comes to his senses and realizes who we are. We find out that Don has patented one of his---Ideas???? He Is president of the Cueball Haircut Company of Kokomo. Remember how that unusual haircut he first had wowed the girls!! We have been driving along for quite some time now Just drinking In and enjoying the scenery. Suddenly we decide to sit up and take notice where we might be. We find we are In that gay tropical land of Mexico, Mexico City to be exact. A gay carnival lines the streets. Cries of Long live the Queen Maxine ! greet our ears. Well, this Is about the greatest of aH surprises. Who do you suppose It Is? None other than MAXINE BERNT. She had Just been crowned queen of Mexico. Maybe that fortune teller back In hlghschool days did mean something when she said Maxine would go to Mexico Maxine waves to us from high above on a beautiful rose-covered float. We find she Is married to a handsome matador by the name of Mayson J. Nerdan- der. We girls always did say Maxine would be the first girl to marry out of our class.