Shelby High School - Husky Yearbook (Shelby, NE)

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Class Will V8 the cl 3s of 1957, now have aged twelve years since dulvrion HHh0°a' !?°ing °f S0Und mind 8111(1 m®morv, having duly considered uncertainties of further union and unerring do «Ubii this, our uSSnSS and qSrwSLh hrfol wI roi deJa uJe! SOhool Psaoe can llw J e 1 “Ve °“r Z°°a behsvl°r- »°Pa Ida igentTminds.S0Phm°reS W® le Ve °Ur studlous ays and intell- our gJod }nni,b Hn0t lea3t the llttle freshman,we leave our good looks and appearance,(You need them, freshmen.) hn Sbar?n frazee, leave my ability to sing to Diana Ken y KuhHel!yP S aMllty 1 also leave behind. This goes to I, Annabelle Jaax, leave my gift of gab to Jill ■? Kto ?et %long withpeople toe2ntSo2biih2Sth' Larry Kumphf11 Keeler’ leave my ability to play football to D1’ Benny Thelen leave my keen sense of humor to Rod- ney Pruss, and my crazy legs to Sharon Deeden. I, Larry Daum, give my ability to drive to Jovce Vnw and my quiet ways to Larry Augustin • „ . D°j Wombacher, leave my good behavior to Pete Ingalls and my good looks to Jerome Gabel. -Lngaus, I, Bernerd Haskins, will my size to Danny Peterson and my ability to do algebra to Sandy Hasselbach ’ N8llle ?? » loave my volleyball ability to Karen Doty! d abllity to «et along with Mr. Machal to Sue ... ?ary Abbott, will my knowledge of basketball to Jer- Scholz, and my quiet and industrious ways to Bob Whitmcns. th. I?1YltS833 thereof w® th® mighty seniors of 1957, seal hundred t£E™?th’ y r °f 0Ur lOTd- nlnataan 10

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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

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Junior-Senior Banquet And Prom a