Augusta High School - Wapiti Yearbook (Augusta, MT)

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Class Will Know Ye All, that we, the Class of 1951, Augusta High School, fearing an ultimate and uncalled for end, and being in perfect health and sound minds (ask our dear teachers) do now proclaim this to be our last WILL and TESTAMENT of all our scholarly (or other- wise) possessions; this WILL and 1 ESI A- MENT hereby revoking all previous WILLS and TESTAMENTS or promises made by the class or members. All our real property, or otherwise, we leave as follows: TO THE FACULTY — We leave the memory of the most brilliant, original, lovable, docile, and studious class that has ever issued forth from the Augusta High School doors of learning. TO THE JUNIORS — We leave our new desks, and our numerous double assignments. TO THE SOPHOMORES - We leave our class spirit and the privilege of properly bring- ing up the frosh. TO THE FRESHMEN — We bequeath our quiet study halls, and our good manners. EACH MEMBER OF THE CLASS OF 1951 WILLS: Howard Bowman — Leaves his curly hair to Dick Kenck, and his quiet ways to Rosel- la Sangray. Jerry Dirkes — His ability to disagree to Bob Potterf, and his ability to get to school on the stroke of nine to Alfred Wiseman. Jim F ischer — Leaves his snazzy Chrysler to Bob Hubbard, and his grin to Charles Parker. Bob Garrison - Wills his ability in football to Gary Flom and his ability to dance to Ralph Anderson. Norma Ginther — Leaves her melodious voice to Ruth Emily, and her aloofness to high school boys to Thelma. Donald Heaney — Leaves his personality and flirting ways to Donald Kelly, and his ability to keep up with all the cat stories to David Flom. Marilyn Ireland — Leaves her love for Ernie to Elsie, or any other girl capable of being as true as she has been. Carolyn Kestner — Leaves her sweet sorrow for Jim Mirehouse to Betty Bean, and her ability to chew gum in a sophisticated manner to Bill Meredith. Betty McBratney — Leaves Kenny G. to the Sophomore girls for one year, and her ability to make people think she is shy to Nancy. JoAnne McLean — Bequeaths her cheerlead- ing ability to Margaret, and her attractive- ness to Darlene Briscoe. Marlene Morrison — Her privilege of telling her teachers they are childish, to anyone who can get away with it, and all her ar- guments with Mr. Standal to Tina McDonald. Lavonne Neal — Leaves her art ability to Pat Ranieri, and her studious ways to Donald Kelly so he can make the grade. Walter Parker — His way with the girls to Jim M. and his ability to play fullback to George Austin. Pat Shannon — Her blonde beauty to Joyce Fenner, and presidency of the pep club to Barbara Girardi. 10

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Senior Class History One bright, September day, four years ago, seventeen green freshmen trooped into our beloved Augusta High School. We came through our initiation with flying colors and settled down to skipping classes and numer- ous double assignments. Betty McBratney was chosen cheerleader. We elected our class officers making Walter Parker, presi- dent; Jerry Dirkes, vice president; and Betty McBratney, secretary treasurer. Both boys and girls went out for basketball. Somehow we got through our freshman year without any casualties. 1948 rolled around and we started our sophomore year with thirteen strong. This was the year that we gained JoAnne Me Lean, who became a cheerleader, and lost Eloyse Kennedy, Larry Chamberlain, Melvyn Jackson, Harold fthite, and William Stevens. We chose Donald Heaney as president; Betty McBratney, vice president; and JoAnne Me Lean, secre- tary treasurer. Three of the feminine mem- bers of our class made the girls’ championship basketball team this year. All-in-all it proved to be a successful year. On entering school the first day of our junior year, we met our new superintendent, Mr. Tuomi. JoAnne Me Lean was again chosen for cheerleader and we picked Mr. Sherwood as our class advisor. He and our class officers, along with the rest of our class, led us successfully through the big event of the year, our senior prom. Our theme for the prom was a rose garden and was de- clared one of the most beautiful proms ever held in Augusta High School. Betty McBrat- ney was elected president; Jim Fischer, vice president; and Carolyn Kestner as secretary treasurer. Betty McBratney was chosen by the seniors to be assistant editor of the an- nual and Donald Heaney as assistant business manager. Bob Garrison and Donald Heaney played on the sub-district championship foot- ball team. We ordered our rings and received them in January. We were very pleased with them and believe it or not, a few members still have theirs. Betty McBratney was chosen to represent Augusta at Girls’ State. On September 5, 1950, fourteen bright- eyed, intelligent seniors made their way through the front doors of Augusta High School for their fourth and final year (we hope). We elected Donald Heaney as president; Pat Shannon, vice president; and Howard Bowman as secretary treasurer. Once again JoAnne Me Lean was given the honor of leading the pep squad. Betty McBratney moved into the position of editor of the Wapiti and Elsie Joseph was chosen from the junior class to be assistant editor. They had an excellent staff of helpers. December 1 was picked as the date to have our graduation pictures taken. This, our last year, is perhaps the hap- piest, and yet the saddest, of all four years. On May 23, 1951, fourteen seniors, bold, am- bitious, and anxious, ended their great high school careers. We have accomplished four years of education and we will never forget our wonderful years together at Augusta High School. 9

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Class Prophecy It is a cold winter night. The place: Augusta High School auditorium. Vie, the senior class, sit in a large circle. The lights are dim and the center of attention is Mr. Sherwood, our class advisor. Sitting in front of him is a large crystal ball in which he sees the members of our class ten long years from now. His gaze is first attracted to a large bridge which was recently constructed by the great engineer, Walter Parker. This bridge is extraordinary in the fact that it has no braces. It is held with cables and sways with the wind. On either side of the bridge we see the two largest ranches in the world. They are owned by Howard Bowman and Jerry Dirkes, who are raising and competing against each other for the champion Hereford of the states. Several miles to the east we see a huge airport owned by Norma Ginther, the greatest woman pilot of today. Now the scene changes to New York City and Madison Square Gardens, where we find JoAnne McLean the wife of the owner and star rodeo contestant of the Gardens. Gazing into the rodeo arena, we watch the world’s famous rodeo clown who is none other than our old friend and classmate. Bob Garrison. We turn now to the many famous theaters and night clubs in New York City. We look into the most popular of all, the Stork Club, which is now owned and managed by Marlene Morrison. We watch her as she greets New York’s most famous model. It is the blonde member of our senior class, Pat Shannon. Next, we visit the most beautiful home in the United States, which is owned by the model housewife and mother, Carolyn Kestner. She is having her gorgeous home redecorated by the best known interior decorator of all times. We are surprised to see that she is our old friend Betty McBratney. The scene now changes to California and its largest city, Los Angeles. We visit the Shishequaw art gallery where the well known artist, Lavonne Neal, is giving a personal appearance with her fabulous paintings. Among her many admirers, we find the city’s best teacher with her art students. The teacher appears to be Marilyn Ireland, another member of our graduating class. We look again and the scene has changed to the Rocky Mountains and the most beautiful dude ranch in the states. Jim Fischer, the owner, is engaged in a conversation with his old friend and “side kick,” Buddy Heaney, who is on a much needed vacation. We learn that he is the world’s most outstanding foot- ball player. He is left tackle on the Chicago Bears’ professional football team. The lights are brighter now, and the crystal ball is blank. It has predicted our futures and we have seen ourselves in many different professions. But as we gaze at each other solemnly — we wonder. 11