Shelby High School - Husky Yearbook (Shelby, NE)

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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.

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Stopping at Hollywood on our way back west, to have our faces lifted, we 6top at Madame Ebenezar's (the best In the west) to have It done. With all the bright color's of a make-up studio and the Madame's sparkling eyes we still see some resemblence to our old classmate NADINE JAAX. After talking to her we find she still has quite a way with people and that she takes care of all the temrermental movie stars herself. Remember how she always drew pictures of fantastic femmes In class. Well, It seems to have helped her In this work too. Hitting Western Nebraska we are stopped on the highway by a herd of beautiful horses. A sign along the road tells us this is the territory of old cowpoke, BOB HOPWOOD, Present day 'King of the Cowboys.' This Is Just one of his ranches. Following the horses we see Bob on a black-as-mldnlght horse. HI, there Runt, we say, How are you by now? He looks his same, handsome self and acts somewhat the same. Seems he's president of the 3. C. of A. (Saddle Clubs of America.) Singing as always, his song Is Old MacDonald Had a Farm. (Remember how he sang that In the boys auartette.) Gee, Bob's even made the movies, his latest being The Saga of Bob's Boot- erle. As we drive on we hear'his faint singing of The Riders In the Sky. Traveling farther down western Nebraska to Gurley we see huge oil der- ricks reaching the sky I Operating them and taking In the cash Is none ot- her than our smooth running oil tycoon, TOM GLATTER. Seera's he's had heart and oil Interests since way back In high school days. (How could the sen- ior class forget those beautiful doeskin gloves Tom flashed around after Christmas, 19491) He said, as we chatted gaily with him, Ya' know, a per- son has to walk awfully quiet around here. If you walk to heavily up comes another durned oil well! I'm Just loaded with the stuff. At last we are nearing Shelby once more. Two miles west to be exact. We've had such good luck so far on this long trip—no accidents—no------oops look out'. 111'. 11 CRASH! BANG! There Is a heap of red and black tin—a large hand creeps forth out of the wreckage. As It waves frantically we hear weak moans for a cry of help. When at last we help the unfortunate victim out of the wreckage who should It be but our old MAX GABEL. Now look what you went and done, he says rather tearfully. Ol'Hesoerus lasted me all through high school days and we were still so happy. My poor ol' Hesper- us. After a few comforting words he noticed who we are and we have a pleasant conversation. He tells us he Is farming the home place, all by himself. Hired men????-Not Max-----One of his prize Inventions has finally materialized. It's a tractor, radio—propelled from house or car. Honest- ly 1 That Max ! do you remember? He was always thinking up some new Inven- tions. So rather wearily at last we see the sky scrapers of the best little town In the world, Shelby, Nebraska. We hope you have enjoyed this little excursion as much as we have but now we must go back through the ages to this grand year, 1950. Shelby and the neighboring towns for their co-opera- tion In making this annual possible. ness men and merchants of wishes to thank the busl- The senior class of '50 -Ls