Stoughton High School - Yahara Yearbook (Stoughton, WI)

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Who? The su er SENIOR CLASS! In order to serve their country these five senior boys from Stoughton High School joined the Navy this year. Because of the difficulties in reaching these boys, we were unable to get some of the pictures and school histories. JOHN IvERsoN- Here comes the Navyv . . . Intramurals 1, 2, 3, 4g Usher's Club 4. ROBERT BIONTAGUE--HTO Georgia, with all my louev . . . A Cappella 1, 2, 8, 4, Class Play 3, Hi-Y 3, 4, Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4, Ath- letic Board 2g Tennis 1, 2, 3, Lettemian 1, 2, 3, Operetta 2. LAWRENCE SKOIEN-'KWH never thought heid make a cook . . . Football 1, 2, 3, 4, Letterman 3, 4, Basketball 1, 2, Boxing 1, 2, 3, Intramurals 3, Prom Committee 3. GERALD joHNsoN- He,s donating his brains to Uncle Sammy now . . . ' K NCJHBIAN STUVETRAA- Anchors Aweighu . . h J- IVERSON B- MONTAGUE L. SKOIEN E IOR CLASS PROPHECY The year is 1960. Today, we are going to take a holidiy jaunt to Mars on a class of 1943 reunion. We are travel- ing to the McFarland metropolis where Col. Richard SPGJI6, appointed Colonel by President jean Paulson mana es the original Earth-Mars Interplanetary Stratoliner. Her highness, Pres. Paulson, is going to christen Col. Sper e's new ship today. However, she won't be able to make th: trip to Mars herself. The chief executive is too busy try- ing to make up her mind between the first, second, and third men of the land. There is a huge crowd over by the ticket booth, a converted pig sty. And right in the midst is the lovely Mrs. Sperle, the former Barbara Olson. She is selling tickets, right and left, for the journey f28c round tripj. Barb is her husband's biggest drawing card. Pres. Paulson, who managed to tear herself from her debate for a minute, is now cracking a bottle of Howdy over the bow of the ship. The motor is being warmed up by Pilot joe Hansen and Pilot joe Hansen is being wamied up by Co-pilot Delores Loftus. The two pilots canit seem tw agree on which route to take. At last, after mechanics Robert Hildebrandt and Claryce johnson Cbest dressed me,-hanic of the dayj give a few final tinkers with the engine, the huge Sperle Stratoliner soars od into the blue. As we come aboard ship, the personable ticket taker, El.vood Listug, efficiently punches our pass. Smiling host and hostess, Edwin Lunde and Marian Seamonson, now both dmwn to a sylph-like 120, greet us sweetly and pass out chewing gum to equalize our air pressure. Inside the super-streamlined and magnificently decorat.-d rocket ship Cdone painstakingly by wife Sperle's little handsb we see a dimly lit corner brightened only by that very pulchritudenous, platinum blond, screen star known as Lily LaLove. Lily is just plain Ida Alme to you and me, but Ida bleached her raven tresses, downed a few Rye-Krisps, and went to town in the movies. Having completed her latest picture, The Shape of Things To Comef, Lily is going to make a personal appearance tour through Mars. Right naw she is ignoring Sannny Eggum, the world renowned guitarist, who is serenading her with, Back In The Saddle Again, and she is paying no attention to Carl Dyreson, All18I'1C1l,S playboy, who just stands and drools. The great L11Love is in deep conference with a distinguished man whom she keeps coo-calling Lloydikins.,' Not since Don Hutson has there been such a super sensationxl pro football player as Frank Flash Anderson and over there, sunk in a deep lounge chair, lies he. Although he is fairly surrounded by bevies of beauties, including show girl Mary Anne Arnesoin Cpronounced Ar-na-shwal, and professional model Bessie Dahle, who gives with the skin you love to touch under the nom de plume, Whata Dollyf, the handsome athletic star just sits pulling his hair down over his eyes and mumbling, Shucks, twarn't nothin' 1 In case you didn't know-Lorraine Brandt, Eldorae Barber, and Dorothy Evenson, after twelve years of continu- ous eight hour speed tests, still remain deadlocked at 256 words a minute with no mistakes. The national typing champions, under the coaching of Miss Mabel Anderson, just couldnit forego their rivalry for the holiday and are now gaily pounding away. It could go on forever. Howard Anderson has worked himself up to be the owner of a large chain of papers among which are his own Union Times, the Cooksoille Union-Dispatch, the Utica Union Gazette, and the Stoughton Union-Suit. But still, to while the time away, the distinguished newspaper magnate sits alone contentedly folding papers like he used to when he was a child. He sips something from Baumgartnefs Root Beer Carden. Ed has built up quite a business right here in the rocket ship using for furniture rehabilitated cushions out of the old wrecks he used to buy. Even now Ed is tinkering around in the motor of a ludicrously antique 1942 Buick convertible behind the bar. Anna Mae Bennett, who got her experience at Hotel Kegonsa-well, at least part of her experience-is taking care of the root beer bar, although the business isn't rushing. Those lovely refrains floating over the Grand Ballroom are supplied by james jorgens and Jeanne Ba LaLeike, who have combined Ieanne's all-man choir and Corbett's Copa-Cutters into the top band of 1960. Corbett's theme song, Oh, Leona, provides the setting for the floor show which is just getting under way. Alvhild Lein and her dancing dolls, Clara McCarthy, Cecile Norseter, Dorothy Quale, and Merrie Lou Lyon come 21

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SLINDE SPERLE SVEUM TERRY J. SMITHBACK M. SPERLE J. SPROUL R. SUNDBY A. SWALHEIM R. SWINGEN D. THORSEN C. VINDEDAHL D. VISAAS ZO Who leads all the clubs? BURTHE R. S1.1NDE- O, K. I'll call yan . . F. F. A. 4, Intramurals 2. IAAIES SMITHBACK- M y beloved is rugged. fSll8 has to bexjv . . . Student Council 1, 2, A Cappella 1, 2, 3, 4, President 4, Hi-Y 3, 4, Football 1, 2, 3, 4, Letterman 2, 3, 4, Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4, Letterman 2, 3, 4, Athletic Board 3, Golf 1, 2, Letterman 2, Operetta 2, Prom Committee 3, Class Olli- cer 1, 3, Senior Ace 4. MONA E. SPERLE-US66 you at the Parkl' . . . Student Council 4, Girl Reserves 1, 2, 3, G. A. A. 1, 2, 3, 4, Noon Recreation Committee 4. RICHARD D. SPERL1-3- A nice combination of brains and brawnn . . . Entered from Mc- Farland 3, Student Council 4, H-Y 3, Foot- ball 3, 4, Letterman 4, Basketball 3, 4, Let- terman 3, 4, Parrot 3, Prom Committee 3, Boxing 4, Senior Ace 4, National Honors 4, Senior Ilonors. JANET SPROUL.- IVho does your eoiffure, my clearly, . . . G. A. A. 1, 3, 4. ROBERT SUNDBX'-'KH6 has his heart in Hook -asuallyv . . . Student Council 4, Debate Squad 1, 2, 3, 4, Hi-Y 4, Forensics 2, 3, Football 2, 4, Letterman 4, Tennis 1, 2, Par- rot 3, N. F. L. 2, 3, 4, Prom Committee 3, Boxing 3, Intramurals 1, 2, 3, 4, Prophecy Committee 4, Recreation Committee 4. CAIL V. SVEUM- How that girl loves to dancefv . . . Girl Reserves 1, 2, 3, 4, G. A. A. 1, 2, 3, 4, Vice President 4. ADELINE M. SVVALHEI1NI1ulW2 and 'my shuf- flelv . . . A Cappella 2, Girl Reserves 2, 3, 4, G. A. A. 2, 3, 4, Operetta 2, Prom Com- mittee 3, Senior NVill Committee 4. 1DONALD C. SYVINCEN-UTIIQ? lad who took Mr. Netterbladis placei' . . . Prom Commit- tee 3, Intramurals 2, 3, 4. BETTY TEllltY1KKOllC8 a queen-always a queenv . . . A Cappella 1, 2, Band 1, 2, 3, 4, Orchestra 2, Class Plays 3, 4, Debate Squad 1, 2, 3, Girl Reserves 1, 2, G. A. A. l, 2, 3, 4, Philo 2, 3, 4, Forensics 1, 2, 3, N. F. L. 2, 3, 4, Operetta 2, Prom Com- inittee 3, Class Officer 2, Prom Queen 3, Senior Ace 4, National Honors 4, Senior Honors. DUANE WV. THORSEN-MTI!!! fightinest fighter in more ways than onei' . . . A Cappella 3, Hi-Y 3, 4, Secretary 4, Football 2, 3, Bas- ketball 1, 2, 3, Tennis 1, Golf 2, 3, Boxing 1, 2, 3, 4, Intramurals 4. CLARENCE VLNDEDAHL, JR.- It's conven- ient working in 11 filling stationi' . . . Band 2, 3, 4, Intramurals 2, 3. DOEOTHY VIS.4AS-KKfI6,S my guyi' . . . A Cappella 2, 3, 4, Class Play 3, Girl Reserves 1, 2, 3, 4, Cabinet 3, 4, C. A. A. 1, 2, 3, 4, Board 3, 4, Forensics 1, Operetta 2, Prom Committee 3, Class Oflicer 2.

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These sage words reveal the turnings of the clock, out and do their routine for us. The grace and beauty with which the Rocket-ettes dance amazes all of us. Rumor has it that a new singer, Mary Ellen Haugen, will join their troup. The first to be introduced is Richard Jacobsen who gives a spirited lecture on how to appreciate a full moon. tWe are now nearing the lunar satellite, and we must appreciate it! lj We can hear Dick shouting in his bubbling, over- joyed way, jus' look at that moon! Oh baby! Babyli' We wonder who or what is making that terrific noise? We'll soon know-it,s coming closer. And here he comes, the great lover, Byron Crosse, jumping over chairs and swinging from the chandeliers. Behind him, breathing hot on his neck, is Franny Holte, still in good form after all these years. She has that gleam in her eye. Running a close third is a woman that almost everyone affectionately calls C0okie . Cookie,' is wailing something about wanting her Lockheed. She also has a gleam in her eye. The racket arouses Mr. and Mrs. David Drotning who have been drowsing on a streamlined divan. Mrs. Drot- ning says sweetly, Quiet please, and husband Dave says, Yuh. They look sweetly at each other and relax again. The Drotnings, three Bonnie little lasses, who swarm at their feet, do not annoy them at all. From over in the corner comes a muffled guffaw, and we observe Milford Dary, the foremost Fuller Brush sales- man of the day, and Donald Dahl, the fastest traveling salesman of the era. This fellow generally whizzes about in a Nash-O-Rocket coupe which he slung together with the help of-you guess-who embroidered the seat covers. The two traveling salesmen are exchanging tales of their own experiences and are laughing heartily. Something about a farmeris daughter, we think. Now, as effervescent Ann Lorraine begins ,to entice our old friend, Phil Nordlie, to join her in reviving her favorite dance, the cherry hop,-the floor is trembling-disaster seems eminent-we rush out and run right into Marion Bovre and Elizabeth Christopher who are just coming out of the Stratoliner's Beauty Shoppe, which is run by none other than Henri Aubi. The girls still have on their mud packs and, literally, crack a smile. In passing, they wheeze ec-statically about Henri's own cloud rinse- It puts a curl in your toe nailsf, We decide to go in and see our old friend-but glimpse Henri-hands dripping with mud, mustache twitching-just in time to say weakly, Hi!', and dash out. We meet Henriis manicurist, Karen Erickson, in the passage, looking frightened and mumbling, He asked me to polish his hair with Ruby Red. Hmmmmm. After resting in the root beer garden for a while, we tire of taking other peopleis cokes and drift into the lounge to see what's cookin'. Suddenly we hear a booming, oratorical voice that sounds suspiciously like Ellis Flint. Flint is standing CPD on a streamlined soapbox giving a lecture on the evils of not reading comic books. With a talent that is a carry-over from his childhood days, Silver Voiced Flint has talked his way into a monopoly of all the world's comic books. Now he wears a flowing cape and big, bulging muscles. tSears-Roebuck 81.981 We silently steal away, only to collide with Ken Halverson who is agonizingly pleading with Bill Everson to give up his mad interplanetary chase after Red Painev and resume his profession of painting Stinka girls. Says Bill, I seemply con't paint weethout my eenspirationlv Ken begs, But my boys won't play without Stinka pin-up girls in their lockersf' tKen is now head checker coach at Cooksville U.l Speaking of sports, there is a rumor spreading as fast as fire that the ex-four horsemen are on ship today. Rob- ert L. johnson, Stanley Midtbo, Burlyn Nelson, and Clarence Vindedahl, all from our dear Alma Mater, claim that title. And another rumor has it that Alvin Kaupanger, another Anderson protege, who has established himself the World's Champion shorthand writer with the phenomenal speed of 365 words a minute, has received a call to a job on Mars where they are shorthanded at this time. A roar of the motor and screech of brakes is heard as Margie Linn breezes up in her own little cocktail-serving car. As Barb Lysager steps out and hands us huge glasses of refreshing lemonade, we ask Margie how she ever learned to drive in such a crowded place, and her on y reply was, I got my practice in the good old days when I drove the Sub-Debs aroundf, Whoopee, I made itli' This shout comes from Nels Halverson who missed the rocket ship, so he equipped Syl- vester with a pair of silver wings and has just breezed in. Nels tells us that he really shouldn't take so much time off from his business of making Sylvester,, cars. 'ijust donit let it bother you, Nelsln says Joyce. just now Wild Bill Halverson comes striding in. He acquired a secure reputation for the worldis most reckless driver during his high school days, but now has diverted his talents to flying and has succeeded very well. He is now test piloting for designer Aldon Heggestad who specializes in the newest model nfiivver planesf' A moment later, her hair askance and inky, Shirley Halverson breezes up to the group and asks if anyone needs some letters written because she only has fifty left to write, and she doesn't want to waste any time. Artistic Shirley draws little pictures to illustrate her epistles and closes with, I love you. I'm just trying to win 'my letter! cries Miss Hal- verson, B. A., M. A., B. S., and P. S. Once more we head for the root beer garden and, in the doorway, we see Professor Arlee Furseth, who, having made history for years, is now teaching it. Professor says she gets all her Wim, wigor, and witality from wanilla phos- phates. eff? 'bf 43- I-':. ' ww pa 'X