Bayfield High School - Wolverine Yearbook (Bayfield, CO)

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PROPHECY As we gaze into our crystal ball, the year 1968 comes into view, and the members of the class of '58 make their appearance: Wendell Bartholomew, who owns his own business ( Bart’s Garage”), is under a car with his head mechanic, Arvin Phelps, giving him a little professional advice on how to take a car apart. Carrol Martin is going over the books of his large sheep ranch, pulling his hair out, and wishing he’d gone into the peanut-brittle business instead. Myrna Bigham is being informed by hubby that there is NOT going to be a bridge party in his den, no matter WHAT her obligations to Denver society are. Jim Reed is trudging through the snow with his little black bag, on his way to give Jim Holt’s prize Angus bull a flu shot. (Holt raises 'em by the gobs.) Sylvia Mullen, a sergeant in the WAC'S, is physical education instructor in her platoon. Just now she's showing a big brunette the fine art of judo. Jim Mars, a screwdriver tucked behind one ear, is proudly announcing the com- pletion of his latest invention: a huge, complicated electronics machine that he says will convert old pop bottles into glass doorknobs in nothing flat. Don Sower is returning to his Bayfield home after an extensive tour of his chain of lumber industries. He is the nation’s foremost manufacturer of toothpicks. Doris Kesselring, a stewardess for TWA for many years, is contemplating whether she should run off to Hollywood and make her bid for stardom now, or just run off with the co-pilot. Lois Landreth, famous for her “Advice to the Lovelorn” column in the New York Times, is releasing another of her highly informative books. This one is HOW TO CATCH YOUR MAN AND KEEP HIM THAT WAY. Raymond Wells, after a number of unsucessful attempts, is running for the Senate again. His chief opponent will be ”01’ Honest T.” Tanner, who has done considerable dabbling in state politics in the past few years. Don Heffington is lounging in a gently swaying hammock somewhere in the South Pacific, watching the palm trees sway overhead. Soft ukulele music drifts from a near- by thatched hut.

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WILLS i. i. ItkHBl kii T , will my grades in English to Everett Burch. , will my ability to tell the truth to Jerry Bowers. , will my good behavior in Mrs. James’ study hall to Janet Sower. , will my ability to keep my mouth shut to Kathryne Hayes. , will my shyness to Lonne Sower. , will my basketball ability to Keith James. , will my art of fussing to Doris Blackmore. , will my oversized basketball suits to Bill Mars. Don't suffo- cate, Bill. , will my Saturday night dates to poor Wayne Kingsley. , will my ample waistline to Barbara Norman. , will my size to Kenny Mullen. , will my ability to get along with Mrs. James to Johnny Salazar. , will my guitar pickin’to Leonard Tanner. Look out for girls, Leonard. , will my collection of class rings to a junior girl.

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY In September of 1946, Mrs. Caldwell welcomed twenty-four beginners in the Bayfield School. Ten of these beginners -- Wendell Bartholomew, Myrna Bigham, Jim Holt, Doris Kesselring, Lois Landreth, Carrol Martin, Sylvia Mullen, Arvin Phelps, Jim Reed, and Ray Wells — will graduate here in 1958. Among the first graders that year there developed the strange malady of mama-itus, characterized by such symptoms as stomach ache, headache, or toe ache. An attack of this disease was reason for going home and the duration of the illness was for varied lengths of time. Under the careful hands of Mrs. Mohney, we ventured into the second grade. The big event of the year was burying ain't. Mrs. Folsom was our third grade teacher. Donald Sower became a member of our class. We were very adventurous this year. All the members of the class spent their recesses gath- ering tadpoles and frogs out of the Mill Ditch. In the fourth grade Mrs. Kelley was in front of the classroom in the gym. That was the year of the sandpile romances. In the fifth grade under Miss Largent, we learned how to determine common denomina- tors. Ray Wells and Jim Reed made the pup team. Back in the gym, the honored sixth grade teacher was Mrs. Parks. Boy, we were really smart! After all, we were associated with the seventh and eighth graders. At Christmas time Myrna went to California for about a nine-month stay. Jim Reed won first place in the fifth and sixth grade division at the county spelling contest. If we didn’t know our arithmetic when we began the seventh grade, we certainly knew it before we got out. Mrs. Smith was our teacher. Trent Tanner from Cortez joined us that year and Myrna Bigham rejoined us. We formed our first C.Y.C.L. Club. Sylvia Mullen won a trip to Denver at the speech con- test. We taught Mrs. Smith so much that year that she was promoted to the eighth grade along with the rest of us. Our eighth grade year was the best yet. It was filled with ciphering matches, square dancing. Sadie Hawkins’ Day races, climbing in and out of windows, and an exaggerated feeling of importance at being tops in grade school. Doris Kesselring attended school in Mancos that year. We had graduation exercises in the gymnasium and also attended those at Mesa Verde. In the fall of 1954, we became freshmen. We achieved a lot this year, but not scholastic- ally. We rounded off the events with a horse-back ride on the last day of school. By our sophomore year we were, so we thought, THE class of B.H.S. No one could pos- sibly out-do us. At one time we even had to resort to the art of CHEWING in order to get one over on the other classes. Even the girls entered this adventure. Of course, there was much spitting and sputtering, and ever so many jumped up from geometry class to tear off down stairs to unload their mouths.