We the Senior Class of Decatur High School, year of 1960, in and for the state of Nebraska, the county of Burt, and the city of Decatur, being in a hurry to get out of school, our minds being shot and our memories no better, do hereby make, publish and declare this to be our last will and testament, leaving to our underserving and unfortunate underclassmen our cherished possessions.

To the faculty:
Mr Hughes: Our old make-up slips and joke books.
Mr McKenzie: Our good manners and haircuts.
Mr Shores: Our No-Doz pills.
Mr Poulsom: Our ability to snap fingers and sing.
Miss Haatvedt: All our stolen scotch tape, scissors, typing paper and erasers.
Mrs. Christiansen: All the burned odors and dirty pots and pans from the Home Ec room.

To the Freshmen: Our great athletic ability.
To the Sophomores: Our outstanding scholastic ability.
To the Junior Class: All our counterfeit money made in Mr Hughes' garage for our sneak trip.

I, Dorothy Anderson will my dirty windshields to Nancy Gatewood.
I, Leon Anderson will my talkativeness to Joe Butts.
I, Paul Brewer will my ability to throw rocks through windows to Lee Cooper.
I, Joyce Crom will my weight to Nancy Gatewood.
I, Alice Dunlap will all the nights I had to wait for my dumb brother to Robert Dunlap.
I, Sue Farrens will my parking tickets on lover's lane to Pat Winningham.
I, Scot Farrens will my ability to stay single to Larry Uehling.
I, Jeanette Ferguson will my black leotards and Jamaica shorts to Tanya Farrens.
I, Larry Ferguson will my ability to play hooky to Larry Uehling.
I, Bonnie Gallup will my laugh to Lee Cooper.
I, Phil Hanson will my rough and speedy driving to Robert Dunlap.
I, Sam Harmer will my little black boots to Mickey Stafford.
I, Judy Hightree will my walks to school with Mr Poulsom to Anita Swanson.
I, Neta Hightree will my ability to get diamond rings to Pat Winningham.
I, Peggy Huffman will my ability to stay calm to Anita Swanson.
I, James Ketterman will my slimness to Tanya Farrens.
I, Lyle Larsen will my ability to stand up on the basketball floor to Joe Butts.
I, Gary Warren will my burned up gas and empty Lucky packs to Joe Butts.
I, Ray Warren will my soberness to Mick Stafford.

Class Prophecy
SMALL TOWN BOY MAKES GOOD!
Dateline: Decatur
It was disclosed today that Sam Harmer, a small town boy, finally made good. After many years of hard and grueling work, he accomplished his most cherished goal. He got his Ford to start in the dead of winter. We got wind of this sensational feat and had a personal interview with him. When asked what he attributed his success to, he said, "I would never have been able to do it without the help of my dear classmates of DHS."

Then he went on, "For many years I traveled around trying vainly to find the answer. During this time I received much help, moral as well as physical, from the graduating class of 1960. For example, while passing through Decatur I stopped in to see Dorothy Anderson at her place of business, the Decatur Mortuary Shop. She was doing well as chief undertaker, and she told me to come back soon. After I stepped out of Dorothy's, I saw Leon Anderson trudging wearily down the street. He said that he still had the same old brown Chevy, and he was still claiming that he was going to get a new one any day. As I looked across the street, I saw Paul's Pool Hall. He seemed to be doing a fine business because many people were gathered around waiting for Bonnie Gallup to make her speech. She was running for the Senate with the platform, 'Higher doors for tall boyfriends.' I mingled with the crowd for a bit and as I was looking around I saw Jeanette Ferguson standing on the corner watching all the boys go by. I was rather startled at this, but I was reassured by her that she was innocently waiting for Burdette to get out of the National Guard. After my meeting with Jeanette I was rather at a loss as to what to do so I decided that I would get a haircut as my ducktail was tickling my foot. I walked in the barber shop and was immediately confronted by Ray Warren and Phil Hanson. They were in business for themselves, designing long flowing hairstyles. When I came out of the barber shop I saw a commotion in front of Jim's PinBall Machine Company. I talked to Jim and he said that some guy got mad because the machine beat him. Said Jim, 'I can't help it if they're crooked. I've watched TV quiz shows too much.' After this episode I decided that I'd better leave town. But the old Ford wouldn't start. Then Larry Ferguson came strolling down the street with his pad, pencil, ruler and all that sort of stuff. He looked at the old Ford, said a bunch of long words, kicked it a couple of times, and then started it up for me. I was fairly humiliated after that so I left town fast. In my hurry I took the wrong road and ended up out in the sticks somewhere. I went in the ditch and I thought I was done for. Then out of nowhere came Gene and Sue French. They pulled me out of the ditch and then went back to their farm. I drove on and eventually came to a main road. I was just outside the city limits of Oakland, so I decided to go on in and get something to eat. As I drove down main street I saw Scot Farrens rocking in his old rocking chair on the front porch of his old married men's home. He looked happy so I didn't stop to see him. I didn't want to spoil his day. When I left Oakland it was late and I was rather tired. I guess I must have been more tired than I thought because I fell asleep at the wheel. When I woke up in the hospital they told me that I had fallen out of the car into a puddle of antifreeze and drank it. But it didn't hurt the antifreeze. I looked up and saw Gary Warren and Lyle Larsen standing over me. They said they were from Alcoholics Anonymous and that they had come to help me. I tried to tell them that I was alright but they kept insisting that I was a sick man. I don't really know how I could have been because I'm not even a man.

After I got out of the hospital, I continued to the West Coast. While out there, I stopped in at Joyce Crom's College. I talked to her for awhile and she told me that she had an old DHS classmate teaching there. I didn't quite think this could be true but she proved it to me. She took me to Peggy Huffman's room and sure enough, there she was, teaching Geometry. Joyce was kind enough to give me enough money to go to Florida, so I was going to start when I heard of some more classmates in that area. Alice Dunlap was a jockey and was riding at Santa Anita. I put my money on the nose and made a killing.

Right across the street from the race track was Judy Hightree's school for girls. I dropped in and she was just giving a lecture on "How To Go Steady." I happened to look in another room and I saw Neta Hightree teaching a class, too. She was giving a talk on how to get a diamond for Christmas. I guess that's about all of my old classmates and I'd just like to thank them for their many kindnesses."

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