Sutherland High School - Log Yearbook (Sutherland, NE)

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Senior Class Last Will and Testament I. Jane Kessler, do hereby will my ability to always get A's in Advanced Algebra and the slightly used answer book to John Mills, so he can enjoy life without working. I, Junior Faling, will my ability to catch passes to Kenneth Murray, because I think Suth- erland will need a jew completed passes next year. I, Robert Fleecs, will my ability to get the car to Tom Nielson, so he can have jun with the girls, too. I, Bud Warner, will my athletic ability to Bill Waller, so he can carry on the good name Sutherland has acquired in the field of sports. I, Merlon Koch, will my ability to associate with girls to Ron Warner, so he can get himself a girl. I, Wallace Coker, will my good build to Bill Coker, so his pants won't drag out his tracks. I, Charles Bierma, will my naturally curly hair to Don Kugler, so he can get more dates with the eighth grade girls. I, Pat Shively, will my height to my little brother Marvin, so he can be tall like me. I, Joyce Godwin, will my vim, vigor, and vitality to Evangeline Felsburg, so she can be a sparkler in the fireworks of 1949. I, Lucille Rotert, will my long hair to Joan Ecker, because her hair is too short. I, Paul Nelson, will my ability to get the car to Loren Faling, so I can ride with him some of the time. I, Jim Cox will my ability to grow tall to Warren Kennedy so he will be able to out-jump everybody in basketball like I did. I, Jeanne Rennemo, will my ability to get a boyfriend and to keep him guessing, to Helen Coker, so that she may get a big laugh out of life. I. Betty Godeker, will my ability to get the car quite often to Adrey Emery, so that in future years she can provide as much transportation and entertainment for her fellow class mates as I have. Also I hope she will acquire the art of turning back the speedometer, an art I never did learn. I, Charles Raymond (Jack) LaRue will my ability to stay out of people's hair to Tom Kennedy, because he sure needs it. I, Shirley Main, will my cute personality and ability to make friends to Mary Lee Wier, because I would hate for the school to be without a person like me. I, Lois Binegar, will my ability to be friendly to all of the boys in the Senior class to Erma Jean Bierma, so that next year the senior boys won't ever be lonely. I, Sir Thomas W. Moore, will my everlastingly undaunted continuous schoolastical abilities that intrigue me no end in my intripid struggle for unseen goals of my discretion that sometimes formidable my integrity, to Beth Finecy, for she may need it. (A-men). I. Marvin Danielson, will all of my abilities to Ron Danielson, so he can carry on the family name. I, Lucille O’Rosco, will my quietness to Barbara Harshfield so that next year S. H. S. will be c quieter place. I, Edith Fye will all my phone calls from O'Fallons to Barbara Fleecs since she has an interest there. I, Rosa Orosce will my hair to Beverly Winkle for 1 have too much and she needs some more. I. Betty Lewis will my love for school to all the future students of S. H. S. in hope that they will enjoy it as much as I did. W, the Senior Class of fortey-eight will our ability to get along with the rest of the grades to the Senior class of next year in the opes that next year the juniors will give them just as bad a time as they—the juniors—gave us. We, the Senior girls will our interest in the boys of other towns to the junior girls, so that they can give the boys something to gripe about next year. We, the Senior boys will all our Wednesday nights in North Platte to the Junior boys in the hopes that they enjoy themselves as much as we did. We, the Senior Class of forty-eight will our ability to get along with the rest of the grades to the Senior class of next year in the hopes that next year the juniors will give them just as bad old notes and superior attitude to the freshman class in hopes that they can carry their heads as high as we did. WE. THE SENIOR CLASS OF SUTHERLAND HIGH SCHOOL, IN THE CITY OF SUTHERLAND, IN THE STATE OF NEBRASKA. BEING OF SOUND MIND AND BODY, HAVE MADE AND PUBLISHED THIS LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT. 13

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Senior Skip Day Three thirty in the morning is awfully early to get up, but when it means a lot of fun hanging your class colors all over town, and three dummies of the Junior Class, the Seniors of '48 crawled out of bed and decorated the town of Sutherland from the highest building to the lowest tin can with their class colors of silver and blue. And you should have seen the Junior class room, what a mess when we were through. Then we all went home and ate a hearty breakfast and met at the school house at eight o’clock and took off for Kearney for a day never to be forgotten as long as there is one ’48 graduate left on this earth. We arrived in Kearney around eleven o’clock and as they go by fast time and we were all rather famished we ate dinner at Harmon Park. The girls had prepared a picnic dinner of fried chicken, potato salad, baked beans, pickles, potato chips, buns and butter, olives, apples, pop, and ice cream and cake. Then when we had eaten all we could hold we cleaned up our mess and drove out to the Army Air Base. There we were met by a Captain and escorted to the officers hall. There the vrincipal operations of the base were explained and we left for a tour of the whole base. I think we were shown through every thing there including the mess halls where fifteen hundred men were fed at a time, the hangars where we saw the P-51, P-82, and one great big monster of an airplane. They let us climb all over them and look at every little part. Then we went through a radar set, rode in the link trainers, climbed the stairs to the look-out tower. The most enjoyable part of the tour was when we were all worn out from tramping around all over the base, they took us to the recreation building and gave us cokes, u-m-m-m they really hit the spot. Then we danced and played the slot machines and listened to the juke box. Around five o’clock we left very tired but happy and journeyed back into town and everyone shopped and played around, until around six o'clock. Then we changed our clothes and went to supper. At eight o’clock we went to the Kearney Teen-timer Club while the chaperones took in a show. There we could dance, play cards, pool, or table tennis. It was really a very nice place and we all enjoyed ourselves. At ten-thirty their time we all started for home. It was really quite a day of adventure and we all had a grand time. Here's hoping all future senior skip days can be as much fun as ours was. We wish to express our thanks to Mr. Kessler, Mrs. Godeker, Mrs. Cox, Mrs. Godwin and Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence for chaperoning this skip day and making it possible for us to go. 12

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Senior Class Prophesy Charles Bierma, better known as “Cue-ball” Bierma. graduated from Bennie's Billiard School with high honor and is now America’s No. 1 pool shark. Jjois Binegar is now Mrs. Bill Burch and they are living happily with their little family of eight in Rawlins, Wyoming. Wallace Coker is now the proud owner of the Coker, Coker, Coker, and Coker Laundry located on the outskirts of Dexter, Nebraska. His slogan is: Do you have worries? If so, send them to us, for they will all come out in the wash. Marvin Danielson—champion heavyweight pretzel bender of the world—tied himself in a figure eight knot last week and has been recuperating from kinks in the “We unbend 'em Sanitarium” Junior Faling now has a steady job at the John Deere Manufacturing Co. Last week the tire pump was put out of commission and Junior is jiow busy taking its place. You can hear him singing “I’m Forever Blowing Tire Sized Bubbles.” Edith Fye, notv living in Salt Lake City, has been married several times, five to be exact. She says her next husband will be fat and funny with his pockets full of money to support his little honey. Joyce Godwin is still wandering around hunting for the dream man she wants to marry. She's decided to settle dowti and is now the editor of “True Experiences Magazine.” Bob Johnston now has a growing concern of his own making over old model T's. Bring your business to Bob's. Mary Jane Kessler is still wandering from one college to another trying to find a man who can live up to her life’s ambition—to find a man made of money. Good luck, Jane, and if you find him. ask him if he has a brother. Merlon Koch and Joan Ecker had the wedding knot tied two years after he graduated and were living happily on their little goat farm raising little kids until a talent scout discovered him and offered him a chance to play Sonny Tuff’s dou le, and he is now receiving five million a week, while Joan waits for her little lambie pie to come home. Jeanne Rennemo is now America’s No. 1 song writer, her latest composition rating high on the Hit Parade is “I'll Meet You at the Hen House, Helen, if You’ll Only Egg Me On.” She’s working on her next off record hit which will be “Run To The Round noute, Nellie. They Can’I Corner You There.” Rosa Orosco married Cecil Hernandez and if you should pass by their 10 story cottage and hear the pitter-patter of little feet you will know that the newest flock of little chicks hive hatched. Lucile Orosco, on her day off from writing the Lonely Hearts column in the Sutherland Courier, keeps the road hot between Sutherland and Kansas visiting her Arnold. Tom Moore is now the owner of the Moore Pep Car Mfg. Co. He's the Moore with the more Pep than any other Moore Pep salesmen of the Moorc-Pep Consolidated Moore-Pep Car Co. “See Moore for a car with Moore Pep.” Jim Cox went steady with Beth Finecy for eight years and finally got up enough nerve to propose. On the great day, Beth decided she didn’t know him well enough and eloped with a stranger in town. Poor Jim. he goes around singing the “Thousand Islayid Song.” Betty Godeker, having finished her stenographic course, was appointed President of Columbia University. She is following in the footsteps of her ideal. Ike Eisenhower. Who knows, she might be the first woman president. Bud Warner, the tall, husky lad of our class, whose ambition was to become a professional football player, is known as Ball Bearing Bud, captain of the marble team. Robert Fleecs was out on his farm calling his flock of hogs to supper one morning, when a talent scout from station P-I-G. located in Ozark, Arkansas, heard him in Hershey, and signed him to a lifetime contract of fifteen years as an auctioneer for the We stinkem up—you have to smellem perfume factory who advertise “A day in the stock yards” perfume which sells for a dime a gallon. Jack LaRue is in lower Slob-blov-ia searching for a new species of chickens, a three-legged, squirley-tailed, turtle-backed, flooped-eared rooster for his pedigreed chicken farm. Betty Lewis owns a string of first class “eaten joints. The most prosperous is the Greasy Spoon, whose specialty is raw oysters. The slogan is “No second helpings, one is too many.” Shirley Main is a test pilot at the Blockhead Inc., Company, whose airfield is at Death Valley. She plans to test the Split Wing A0Bc‘C0D 1-2-3-4-5 next week. Her song is “My Sweetheart is the Man in the Moon” and she is planning on visiting him soon. Paul Nelson works for Andree in an exclusive beauty salon in New York. Their latest creation, that the ladies are raving about, are the bangs ivith the bangs, and for an extra five dollars they will give you “Peek-A-Boosin other words, they will make a slit in them so you will be able to see where you are going. Lucille Rotert has since received her Registered Nurses degree and has an old maids' home where she nurses the broken hearts of old maids. Pat Shivly couldn’t decide between Allan Blake. Merle McConnell, and Jimmy Keibler. So she married them all and now she is wanted in six states for trigamy. 14