Shelby High School - Husky Yearbook (Shelby, NE)

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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

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CLASS WILL AND TESTAMENT The last thing, (before we leave) we seniors must do, Is to bring forth our class will for underclassmen to, mourn our pass- ing Into the years, as they offer congrats; shedding sorrowful tears. The senior class bequeaths to the freshmen so green, any half used lollipops, bubble gum or anything not seen. To the sophomores, who have climbed a bit on the tough road, the senior class would like to leave a monstrous load—of books, studies, and difficult teste, oh yes, also all the assembly rests. To the Juniors we will any old diplomas and mortar boards, you will use them next year to the sound of orocesslonal chords. Now down the ABC 's of our class, from the very first to the very last. NORVAL AUGUSTIN would like to will, his good old high school days to Bill, we're all quite sure 3111 Houdershelt will make, very good use of them, for heaven's sake. Now MAXINE BERNT be- queaths to Bonnie Kinnlalrd, her art of oollshlng shoes with best regards. Next BILL BUCHKOLZ leaves his cowboy boots with all the noise, to 3haron Mlcek to give her confidence and poise. MARI- LYN EUSE wills her auburn red hair, to Pat Doty who's so charm- ing and fair. EUGENE GABEL wills his loving smile, to Jlee Mil- ler knowing she'll always be in style. MAX GABEL leaves his art of nlaylng paperdolls, to Bud Trout to accompany his wolf howls. TOM GLATTER wishes to will the old log cabin near the hills, to his brother Dick, knowing that s me day It'll have curtains with frills. BOB HOPWOOD bequeaths to Bill Ray all his fancy shirts, along with the technique of the way he flirts. NADINE JAAX be- cueaths to Jeanle Ingalls, her snappy brown eyes and bracelets that Jingles. DELMAR KOSCH bequeaths his beet paper of drawing and writing, to Roger Scow and Jack Houdersheldt, now boys let's have no fighting. DON KOSCH gives to his brother Jerry, the old milk bottles from the truck to carry. BERNICE IUFT wills her quiet manner and pleasing ways, to Marlene Krebsbach, may these bring happiness for many days. LOIS MYTHOLAR gives her bathtub sleeping way, with ell the drips to Jo Ann Treadway. MARY SIMON- SEN wills her way of pleasing everyone, to Norma Jean, knowing that- It's already done. JO ANN TADDIKEN leaves her nice voice with the low tone, to Mary Lou Taddlken, who Is on the way to having a good voice of her own. LEWIS THELEN wills his breezy ways and personal Jokes, to Bill Thomas, we all hope he enter- tains plenty of folks. DON WALDEN bequeaths to Jack Conrad, his cueball haircut and bow-tie fad. KENNY WILLS leaves his curly black locks, to Coach Haberman to go with his flashy socks. Now we've finished, now we're through, all drawn up, signed and sealed, by the mighty seniors of gold and blue. SIGNED SEATED AND DELIVERED BY