Shelby High School - Husky Yearbook (Shelby, NE)

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Class History Looking back over the years, the Seniors of '57 find that there are only three who have completed the full twelve years in Shelby Public Schools. These are Nellie Cox, Gary Abbott, and Sharon Brazee. Although Benny Thelen, Mervin Ransom, Billie Simonsen, Randall Simonsen, and Ford Hill started in the first grade in Shelby, tney did not attend throughout the full twelve years. Ford Hill left after his first year, but the class then was joined, by Milan Lockard and Sue Doty. Milan Lockard did not return in the fourth year, and Billie and Randall Simon- sen left during the fifth year. The class, however, gained Larry Daum, Bernard Raskins, and Marlene McDaniel. Donald Wombacher from Lawrence, Nebraska, joined the class in the sixth year. Larry Daum returned to his home school, district number 15, and Benny Thelen moved into district number 21 for -he seventh and eighth years. During the second semester of the eighth year, Joan Vackoc from Colombus joined the class, but at the end of the eighth year, the class lost Mervin Ransom, who moved to Osceola, and Marlene McDaniel, who moved to Colorado. The freshmen year brought to the class both familiar and new faces. In addition to eighth grade graduates from Shelby, Larry Daum and Benny '’’helen rejoined the class, and from other rural schools cam Doris Kallenbach, Pat Beebe and Annabelle Jaax. From that time forward the class lost three members, and gained one. In the sophomore year Pat Beebe moved to David City. During the following summer Doris Kallenbach was married, thus did not return, and at rhe end of the first semester of the junior year, Joan Vakoc went to live in Florida. Virgil Keeler Joined the class in the fall of 195 The class of '57 ends its high school days with Gary Abbott, Benny nielen, Larry DaUm, Bernerd Haskins, Donald Wombacher, Virgil Keeler, Nellie Cox, Annabelle Jaax, and Sharon Brazee, who, by the way, is the last of the Brazee family to attend Shelby Schools over a period of 67 years. Class Prophecy It was a warm summer morning in 1997. I had been as- signed a human interest story by the New York Times. I was glad to leave the hot city, so I started west in my family size saucer to get my story. I was skimming over the Pennsylvania super-highway, when I spotted a large truck stalled on the freeway. Think- ing I might be able to give needed help and get my story, I landed. Of all people, it was Virgil Keeler. He said he had taken over his dad's trucking service. We chatted for a while and then I helped him fix a flat tire. I said good-by to Virgil and headed toward the great west. Continued on next rage 8

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Bernerd Haskins F.F.A. 2-3 Council Rep. 3 Chorus 1-2-3-4 G-Club Track 1-2-3-1+ Basketball 1 -2-3-]+ Football 1-2-3-1+ « t ■ X Sharon Brazee Chorus 1-2-3-1+ Officer 2-3 Council Rep. )(. Pep Club 1-2 G.A.A. 1-2-3-1+ Band 1-2-3-li Girls Glee 1-2-3-1+ I i Annabelle Jaax Chorus 1-2-3-lj. Officer 1-2-3 Pep Club 1-2-3 G.A.A. 1-2-3-1+ Band 1-2-3-4- Girls Glee 1-2-3-4 Robert Pfeiffer Class Sponsor Virgil Keeler Football 1+ Basketball 1+ Council Rep. 1+ 7

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CLASS PROPHECY CONTINUED Soon my saucer was running low on electricity. I land- ed at a large electrical recharging plant on the T.'isslssippl River. I asked a man if I could see the manager and he re- plied, yes . The manager walked in, and to my surprise it was my old buddy, Larry Daum, who had become the manager of the Daum Daum Electrical Engineering Plant. After we talked over high school days, he recharged my flying saucer with electricty, and I took off. As I was bowling a Long in my saucer over the Great Lakes Naval Base, I noticed what looked like a large crowd of girls surrounding two sailor boys. I landed to invest- igate, and Who do you think they were,—Gary Abbott and Don Wombacher. They liked the service so well they were making a career out of it. Gary and Don said there was not much work to it, just a lot of pleasure. That, I could plainly see. I needed information on the weather, if I was to con- tinue my trip, so I Just walked over to the weather station, which was situated on the base, and entered. There was Nell- ie Cox, now secreatary to one of the Big Brass at the Naval Base. She said she liked the job, but that the cosmic rays were getting her down. After I finished talking with Nellie, I hopped into my saucer and headed west toward Lincoln, Nebraska. As I was cruising along on the outskirts of the city, a big air force jet whizzed by me. The driver of the plane, even at that tremendous speed, looked very familiar. I turned on the hold still rays, stopped the plane, and overtook it. I was right. The driver was an old class mate at Shelby High. It was Bernerd Haskins. Bernerd had achieved his ambition. We talked from the plane for a while, and then I invited him over for tea in my saucer. It was obvious he was a big air force general, so was doing fine. Bernerd then left the fly- ing saucer and zoomed away. Since I was so near Kansas City, I thought that I might as well look up a reporter friend of mine. As I was headed toward the city, I saw a group of picnicers in a park. I flew lower to view them more clearly, '’’he people waved at me to land and join them. When I landed, I recognized the young lady to be Sharon Brazee. She said she and her hus- band and two children were just ready t.o eat a picnic dinner and Invited me to stay. I accepted gratefully. Sharon said she was a house wife, and just loved parties. Sharon always was a partying girl. As I finished my moal, I thanked Sharon and stepped into my saucer. As I was step- ping into my saucer, I banged my knee on the steps. I need- ed medical attention. I managed to fly my saucer to the Kansas City Emergency Hospitial. The first to greet me in the emergency room was Annabelle Jaax, head nurse. She treated my wounded knee with great care, and we chatted while she worked. She said she was married to a Doctor Jekel. She was as pleasant as ever, and I had fun talking with her. Finished, I thanked her kindly, and left for my home in New York. By the way, did I tell you I am a feature writer for the New York Times. My human interest story grew out of my meeting accidentally all my old classmates. 9