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EXCERPTS FROM LETTERS received with the classmates stories...... (all with permission)     Remember Mr. Woodle's History tests..... they were the same every year. He would pass them out and leave the room. Anyone with older siblings already had it....... and when he left they shared with everyone.  The unspoken rule was "Don't mark on the test papers.  They have to last a lifetime!" Mr. Thielen gave difficult History tests.   One could study and learn everything he had taught and still fail.   He ended his tests with 5 questions, the answers for which only he knew!    I remember one was "What was the final word spoken by Paul Revere at the end of his ride".      The answer turned out to be "Whoa!". The guys would really mess with substitute teachers for Sr. English, and say things like  "No, Mrs Anderson said those vocabulary words are for NEXT week".          Poor soul would  just sputter and lisp that she may have "misunderstood the lesson plans "!    There were some bad boys under your .....Presidency of  '58 !! Rabbits were turned loose in the school, put up the back stairs into the band room.   Over the weekend they left surprises on every floor! The hayride at Neslands. I invited a boy but when we arrived another boy was waiting, thinking I had invited him. Two boys on one hay bale was pretty uncomfortable all night. Remember how only the upper classmen ever got to sit in the booths at Wiggs, after the games.   We younger kids couldn't WAIT to become Juniors and Seniors so we could be the big shots in the booths instead of standing along the sides with our cokes.    Then............   Wiggs CLOSED before we got there!    NO!!!     No other place was ever the same as Wiggs, filled to standing room only, after each game at the auditorium. When the boys got their senior rings, one of them that I'd never even dated, sneaked over and tied it to our door and then called to tell me it was there. I had to find him at school and return it! Everyone's favorite teacher was Thielen.  Detention was even fun, in his room after school.     He had a temper though, and one day grabbed (boy)  and nearly put his face through the door.  Working on the class float for the homecoming parade, we got hungry, so the boys went out and borrowed a few melons from a field. Our next door neighbor had a huge strawberry garden we weren't allowed to touch. One summer day my brother and I set up a little pup tent, put it right at the edge of the garden and ate our way from one end to the other, any plant at the edge. I wonder what she thought watching the moving pup tent!   (boy)  was soooo good looking.  I can remember double dating with him and he would reach across the back of his date and rub MY shoulder.    He was a rat, wasn't he! He called and invited me to the cast picnic of the Junior Play, "Men are like Streetcars" in 1957.   I spent hours getting ready and per his instructions, packing a picnic lunch.    He picked me up,  we drove to Vanocker Canyon and sat in his car for a full hour before he admitted it was a trick.    I was really upset, but before demanding he take me home, we ate the gourmet bologna and dill pickle sandwiches.  We were the first class to have driver's ed, and we took it in the summer. Mr. Brown actually had a paddle in his desk. I saw it once. Guys used to come over a lot (supposedly to talk to me about old cars.......but they were usually staring......... in a trance... at my younger sister).  Soooo many guys did that.......and I thought they were MY friends.   I've been used.....and abused. What was so special there for us? I don't recall any of the other kids in the Black Hills schools that felt toward their high school like we did. Did we have the exceptional faculty? administrators? school board? I would love to see some professional study, interviewer person to analyze and write about this thing we had. Or is it just a few of us who feel this? Of course we're prejudiced to our class/high school but in all the years since graduation I haven't met anyone that feels towards their school like we do. Even my wife and kids ask what it was ( guess I talk it a lot). One time when we had that Annual Dixie Cup Day requirement,    (deleted)  couldn't pee, so he dipped his cup in the commode (from a previous user) and handed it in to the nurse!  He must have tested positive for diseases they couldn't even spell! I do remember (girl) was in my class and that was the year  (boy)  had a crush on her. I was so impressed with her Christmas gift...a bottle of Evening in Paris!!!  A gift from a BOY!   In 7th grade!!!   Lloyd and Leona Cash, Maureen and Kathleen Kenstler,  Verna and Vera Stone, Phyllis and Phil Barker.    We had four sets of twins in our class!   Phyllis told a funny story.   Phil was now a TEACHER and a girl who graduated ahead of us was also teaching.   One day she said "Are you and Phyllis twins"?     "Yup", Phil answered.    "Are you IDENTICAL TWINS?"  she asked.  Phil with his dry humor and straight face said "Yup". How fun to see the old, old pictures.  In the fourth grade my mind was on the girls and I don't even remember who that teacher was.   I remember a classmates older sister who worked at Rainbow Creamery.  One day she gave me a small dip of ice cream as a joke.  I would go there every day at noon for candy and then back to school. We all think WE are the only ones that got old/fat/skinny/hairy/wrinkled/grey/tired/bald/paunchy/sad/giddy/depressed/silly/overworked/underworked...........!     from a classmate:  A blonde calls  her boyfriend and says, 'Please come over here and help me. I have a  killer jigsaw puzzle and  I can't figure out how to get started.'   Her boyfriend asks, 'What is it supposed to be when it's finished?' The blonde says, 'According to the picture on the box,  it's a rooster.' Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says, 'First of  all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble  these pieces into anything resembling a rooster.' He takes her hand and says, 'Second, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of  tea, and then ..' he said with a deep sigh, . .. . . . .    (scroll  down)                                     'Let's  put all the Corn Flakes back in the box.'   .