Wausa High School - Viking Yearbook (Wausa, NE)

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girl had anything to do with it!) As we left the store, Betty bumped into a very handsome Air Force pilot and as she was apologizing to him he said, ‘Haven't I seen you two somewhere before?' Think- ing it was just another line, we briskly started off but he was very insistent and pursued us for about a half block. We were just about to summon an officer when I got a better look at him and of course I recognized him as the same old Pete we had gone to school with. Pete said he was now a jet pilot and was in New York on some con- fidential business. He also suggested that we go to some night spot as a sort of a celebration. Of course we agreed and he left us saying he would pick us up at our hotel later, so we continued our shopping. The next shop we came to was really attractive because the sign read ‘The Heart Sisters Shoppe, For Your Hearts Desire.’ As we went inside we were cordially greeted by two very sweet and charming girls who looked strangely familiar, and no wonder because they were Verlyn and Wanda, two more of our former classmates. We told them of our unexpectedly meeting some of the old class of '51 and asked them if they knew where any of the rest of them were. They told us Gaylen Fink was a heavy weight boxing champion and that Bonnie was his fight manager. They also told us that Clayton was a death driver out at the stock car races and that he was commonly known as the fastest thing on two wheels. We purchased two very lovely dinner dresses, said good-bye to the girls, and found we really had to rush if we were going to keep that dinner engagement with Pete. Pete picked us up a bit later and asked us just where we would like to go. Almost in the same breath we both answered the Stork Club so that is exactly where we went. We were fortunate in getting a head table and were immensely enjoying the soft, sweet music when the spotlight was turned to a blonde vocalist. Pete asked the waiter who the orchestra and vocalist were and he informed us that it was Virgil Nelson, his Harmonica, and his Orchestra, with Myles Elsberry doing the vocals. After his number, Myles came over to join us and told us that Elwin was now a very famous all-star foot- ball player. However, this didn’t surprise us very much because we remembered back in Wausa High he always was an ardent sports fan. He also told us that Vernette was a pert little wave and said he was very much surprised that I hadn’t run into her because I too was in the navy. I had to explain to him that the navy was a very big organiza- tion and that I was affiliated with the men’s branch and not the women’s. We said good-bye to Myles and tired but happy we returned to the Waldorf Astoria. The next day Betty suggested that we drive over to Philadelphia because she want- ed to see some of the historical wonders that Mr. Johnson used to tell us about in American government class. Anxious to show her skill at the wheel, Betty also insist- ed on driving. We hadn't gone far at all when a loud siren sounded behind us and a big, black, police car pulled in front of us, causing us to stop. Out jumped two snappy looking officers who came rushing over to us demanding what in the world we meant by menacing the highway. I recognized Veryle as one of them right away and when I asked her who her companion was I was startled when she said that it was no other than Blondie. Yes, Blondie had dyed her hair completely black as she had always said she would. They told us that they were happy in their work as police women and dis- closed more interesting things to us. It seems that Carol Johnson was a mathematics —13

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SENIOR PROPHECY As I docked in New York harbor and walked down the gangplank, who should be shout- ing ny name but a very attractive cadet nurse. I gulped a couple of times and approa- ched her, wondering why she should be interested in me. She smiled, saluted me, and very sweetly said, 'Hi, Admiral Nance!' Then we both started to giggle just like old times, because of course I recognized the nurse to be Betty Swanson, a former class- mate of mine. She had found out that I had been on an inspection tour of a navy fleet and that I was to dock that day so she decided to come down and see if she couldn't catch me when I got in. She wanted to know how I liked my job of being the first woman admiral of the Navy and of course I told her it was a great life and that I simply adored it because I really did. We started talking, as only women can, and dis- covered that we both had a five day leave so we decided to take a short vacation some- where together and see some of the things we used to talk about seeing back in good old 'Wausa High!' I had my usual navy blue 'Limousine' brought around and we went to the Waldorf Astoria to my private quarters. We were just about to enjoy some wonderful peace and quiet when there was a terrible noise and confusion outside. Immediately I summoned the bell hop to inquire about this disturbance. He informed me that the whole city was taking a holiday because the one and only human flying saucer was to be in town making a personal appearance tour. Intrigued by this, Betty and I decided to join the crowd watching the parade. Breathless and excited we stood watching and to our amaze- ment, down the avenue came something that looked exactly like it had come from Mars. Poised on tip toe on top of it was no one else but Marvin Enquist, winking and blowing kisses to all of the beautiful New York models clustered around him. Same old Marvin, he hadn't changed a bit! All of a sudden some one flashed a camera and as she turned around I recognized Geraldine who now was a very snappy looking reporter for the New York Times. As we talked to her she told us that she was going to make a big write- up about Marvin because he was a former classmate. We said good-bye to Geraldine and returned to our hotel apartment. Trying to relax for a few minutes, I picked up the paper and started to read, but scarcely had I gotten started when I came upon a rather humorous article titled 'The Egg and I.' It was written by a Vermont chicken rancher and as I was reading it, the style seemed very familiar. It was no wonder because at the bottom of the page was written ‘Gabby’ (Gaylan Suhr). After reading it, Betty's only comment was, 'I knew Gaylan could never leave those old hens alone for very long!' The next day we decided to do some shopping,so we started out by going to Yonkers Department Store. A very attractive toy display caught my eye so we began to brouse around a bit, when a cute little blonde sales girl asked us if we would care to see any new toy demonstrated and Betty, always ready for a laugh, said we would. The sales girl pressed a button and out came none other than Bill Wiese riding in a Dick Tracy police car out of which sparks flew when he pressed a little button. When he had driven around a bit he came over and talked to us and told us that he was employed by the store to invent toys and give free demonstrations to the public. He seemed awfully happy in his job, (of course, I don't suppose the cute little blonde sales —12—

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professor at Yale, Darlene Lindquist was a test pilot for the new jet planes at White Sands, New Mexico, and that Marilyn Moline was married very happily to Curly who owned a Chevrolet body shop just outside New York City. Blondie also suggested that if we hurried we would he e time to hear a political speech at Independence Hall that Dale Olson was going to make, so she and Veryle gave us a police escort and we sped away once again. In no time at all we reached Philadelphia and Independence Hall. As we entered we were silenced by Dale’s famous oratorical voice. We had missed the main part of his speech but as we came in he recognized us. He came over to talk to us and al- though he was very dignified he seemed like the same old ’Ole’ we used to know. He had gotten to be a very outstanding political figure now and was running for city dog catcher for Philadelphia. Dale said that Kenneth was now Governor of Nebraska and we felt very proud to think that Kenneth was once a classmate of ours. He also told us that the sole owner and operator of the Hult Mortuary back in our old home town of Wausa was Wanda Hult. The little city of Wausa as we used to know it of 725 popula- tion had now decreased to 25 people due to Wanda’s very prosperous and efficient bus- iness. By this time our six day leaves were up and Betty had to report back to her quarters in Denver so we said good-bye to Dale and then to each other and I returned to my office at Washington D.C., feeling very proud that I war once a member of the famous senior class of '51 of Wausa High! SNEAK The Seniors said good-by to Wausa on March 9 to leave on their sneak. They left at noon on a chartered bus and arrived in Omaha about 6:45 after being stalled in Fremont for two hours. Upon our arrival in Omaha, all enjoyed a delicious dinner at the ‘Old English Inn.' We then went to our hotels - the girls to the ‘Rome’ and the boys to the ‘Wellington.’ The following day we toured WOW Radio StatTon, W 0 W- T V, and the World Herald building. A free luncheon was given us by ‘Brandeis,’ and after eating supper at ‘Dixons,’ where we also ate breakfast, we joirrneyed out to the Omaha stadium where we saw a hockey game between the Omaha Knights and St. Paul. Then once again we boarded our bus, this time turning homeward. After making our last stop for lunch in Norfolk, we arrived safe and sound about 4 A. M. in spite of the hazardous roads. A grand time was enjoyed by all of the seniors, most of us wishing we still had our sneak to look forward to and realizing that our high school days were almost over. — 14—