Shelby High School - Husky Yearbook (Shelby, NE)

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Finally we became the mighty seniors of '51. Class officers for the final year were president, Dale Lucas; vice-president, Emery Burgess, who later in the year quit school,and Ronnie Schinzel was elected to fill the office; secretary, Virginia Alt; treasurer, Pal Lyon; and student council representative, Jlee Miller. This year nev courses introduced in the school were vocational ag. and home economics. The faculty for this year was superintendent Richard Boyd; principal, Mrs. Young, English and Journalism teacher;Alfred TietJen,history teacher;» Mrs. Boyd, typing and speech teacher; Coach Haberman, geometry teacher; Wallace Steiglemeyer, vocational ag. teacher; and Mrs. Alta Bland, home economics teacher. Some memories of this outstanding year were the freshmen mixer, the arrival of name cards and announcements, the senior pictures taken in Co- lumbus, the compiling of the annual, the Junior-senior banquet, the senior play, SNEAK DAY, and of course, recognition, baccalaurette, and Commence- ment. Thus we conclude the history of our high school career. CLASS PROPHECY It is the year of 1965,that I, Kathleen Kuhnel, decide to take a long vacation and to look up my old classmates of '51 • I pack myself into my Supersonic Atomic Cadillac and rocket off to New York City. One evening while there I decide to attend a roller skating tournament at Madison Square Garden. Whom do I see but Lois Carter, as the main performer. She is competing with Gloria Nord for the world's championship crown. Lois al- ways did spend most of her time at a roller skating rink. From New York I start west. As I grow tired of the scenery, I decide to tune in on my television set, recently installed in my Cadillac. As station XYZ becomes clear, I see an opera program. Look It isn't.' J J.' Yes, it is Norma Jean Gable singing her favorite song, I Didn't Know the Gun Was Loaded. After miles of rocketing along, my attention is drawn to the surround- ing country. It seems strangely familiar, though I cannot tell why. Then before my very eyes I see a sign along the road. It reads Shelby, popu- lation 2 million. Well, if it isn't my own home town.' The same town I had grown up in. It seems that the town has grown up a little too. Sud- denly I hear a sputtering noise coming from my Supersonic Atomic Cadillac and discover that I am out of atomic energy. Quickly I dart into a near by neat station. And what a station.' As the attendant steps out I find she is none other than, ray old classmate, Marlene Krebabach. I chat a- while with Marlene about the good old school days. It seems that the sta- tion was formerly run by her father, but since Marlene attracted more at- tention he let her take over. Marlene tells me that Gail Gonnerman is still a bachelor, so I go to the north part of town to look him up. I find he is raising hundreds of cattle on his farm,and is one of the prize winning farmers in Polk County. As I speed through Osceola, on my way to points farther west, I stop to ask a man if he knows where Pal Lyon lives. He tells me, so I hurry out to a farm and go to the house. I knock, nobody answers, I knock again.

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still no answer Maybe she isn't home. I go to the car and blow my ener- getic atom horn. This brings results. From the barn comes a woman carry- ing two pails, brimming over with milk. I look again and sure enough it is my schoolmate, Pal Lyon. That is a farmers wife's life you know, and she married a farmer. On farther west I go, and into Wyoming. I see so many ranches, I de- cide I would like to see what a ranch is really like. I stop at a huge ranch house. I go up to the door and knock and knock. Finally someone hollers What do ya want?” I turn around, and to my surprise I see Lee Miller, now Lee Gabel. It seems as if she had talked Eugene into buy- ing this ranch. She always did like to ride horses. She tells me that she spends most of her time breaking horses. After a delicious supper of pork and beans I left for points south. As I speed over the high mountains of Colorado, I begin to feel ill, so when I arrive in Denver, I go to a clinic to get something for the ef- fect of altitude. As I enter the building a cute littl nurse comes smil- ingly toward me. She tells me to open my mouth, stick out my tongue, and she slips a thermometer under my tongue. After regaining my composure I see that it is Nel Miller. She still is single, but said she hoped to get hitched” to one of the doctors in the hospital. From Colorado I go to California. As I go slowly past the University of Southern California campus, I see a face that looks strangely familiar. I stop. He looks my way. Yes, it is Ronnie Schinzel. He tells me he is dean of the science college there. It seems the A's he got in high school achieved for him a great deal. While in Los Angeles I decide to go down to the beach at Santa Monica for a swim. As I am walking along the ocean front I see a photographer taking pictures of bathing beauties. He looks vaguely familiar so I ask a life guard who this photographer is. He tells me it is Dale Lucas. I am indeed greatly surprised and naturally take time to go over to chat with him. He surely did go a long way from the days he was in high school. By this time ray Cadillac is getting worn out so I sell it in Califor- nia and take a plane to Florida. As the hostess tightens my safety belt, I look up to ask a question and recognize my old classmate, Virginia Alt. She was always talking about being an airline hostess in our high school days. When I arrive in Miami I notice a handsome man waiting anxiously at the airport. He looks worried. He comes rushing toward me and asks if the famous movie star, Elizabeth Taylor was not on that plane. After get- ting a good look at him, I see it is my old classmate. Jack Houdersheldt. I did not have time to talk to him long because he was in a great rush to get a big society news story into the leading daily paper of Miami. After a gay time In Florida I decide to return to ray duties as a clerk. The pleasant time I had seeing all of my old classmates of 1951 and talking over with them the good times in S.H.S., will long be remembered. THE EPITAPH OF THE CLASS OF '51 (After Goldsmith) Here lie the good seniors whose genius was such We scarcely can blame it or praise it too much; Who, born for distinction, perfected their mind And,fraught with all learning,gave joy to mankind. They were equal to all things,for nothing unfit. They were pleased with their culture and proud of their wit. They are missed by their classmates, their tea- chers as well. Who their virtues and wisdom now tearfully tell. They died of brain fever, brought on by delight. In their fourth year of age on commencement night. They are glad to be gone to a new world,alack ! I If we could when we pleased, we'd not whistle them back. But let us be candid and speak out our mind. Their equal as students 'twill be hard to find. And in peace may they lie, our good seniors, who now Have taken their finals and made their last bow. (selected)•