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graduates Debbie Kouba, Margaret Egge, Diane Monger, and Shirley Lohse once took a trip to the Bad Lands. And apparently purchased matching hats to celebrate the event. It looks like they enjoyed themselves! Debbie, Margaret, and Diane - let us hear from you! Please post pictures of yourselves and your families!
Barry Haggin, graduate of AHS Class of 1968, now lives in Crosby. He was elected to the NDHSCA Hall of
Fame in 2000-2001 for his legendary work at the Crosby Divide County High School. He is a NDOA Football Offical, and a Divide County contact for the 
National Wild Turkey Federation. We remember him as an AHS basketball and football letterman, but fewer of us recall his days as a male beer model. Speaks to a well 'rounded' education, don't you think?
This picture of cousins Marlene (Hagen) Martin and LeRoy Johnson was taken in July of '06 at the Dullum reunion in Williston. Marlene attended grade school in Alamo for several years before moving to Williston. LeRoy, of course, is a AHS graduate. Who will be the first to provide the year he graduated? And who were LeRoy's classmates? When I was a little kid, LeRoy worked for my dad over a summer. One Saturday we were in Williston and I invited LeRoy to go to the movies with me. I remember being hugely shocked when, as I bought the tickets, LeRoy's ticket (as a young adult) turned out to be (something like) 50 cents, instead of the 25 cent child's ticket I was expecting. But I had a whole dollar to spend, and so I gamely bought us each a 10 cent box of popcorn too. I couldn't believe how expensive things were (and I still can't).
This picture is dated 2/13/67 which would seem to imply that it is for the 1966-67 Year Book. But is it more likely from the 65-66 school year? Friends and fellow students: where are you these days? Please add a comment and let us know what has become of you since this picture was taken so many years ago.
The senior lettermen of the 1967-68 school year didn't reign over one of the most successful winning steaks in the history of Alamo High School. However, due to its small size, we all had a chance to participate, and share the joys and sorrows of athletic competition. And, in some small way, those experiences helped shape who we are.
An old brick building with dust filled halls and classrooms still stands in Alamo; but children's voices no longer echo through the classrooms and it is ever so gradually fading from memory. However, here in the vast reaches of internet space, our old school is struggling for life. Old memories and friendships are being renewed, and the past is reborn! Join us, dear friends, in helping to bring back that which has been lost. Post your pictures, publish your stories: keep our school alive!
How many of us have in our possession a genuine 'Alamo School Chorus' patch that we either did or could have sewn onto a letter jacket or other suitable garment? For me, I regret to say, there was no chorus patch. I can still close my eyes and look back to that cold dark day when, while (allegedly) goofing off during choir practice, Mrs Jacobson directed those fateful 
words to me "Shape up or ship out"! Glibly I responded "I guess I'll ship out then", left the the room, and (politely) closed the music room door behind me with little thought to the literal and figurative implications of that act. So there I was, an innocent
freshman in high school and already washed up as a famous vocalist. Yes, my crooning days were over and I was forever relegated to study hall and the proverbial back waters of high culture in Alamo. Did Carol ever regret kicking me out? Who can say. Although for my part I was sorry to have lost the opportunity but was, simultaneously, too bull headed to apologize. And so now you know, to quote Paul Harvey, the rest of the story.
