Forsyth High School - Dogie Yearbook (Forsyth, MT)

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LEGEND OF THE TRIBE OF '59 Four summers ago, the members of the Great Tribe of 1959 were wild savages, roaming the reservation, enjoying a wonderful life. Trouble came their way because the Great White Chieftains had de- cided that the small members of the tribe needed training. So, there- fore, the little savages were called together to learn civilized ways in a large wigwam, called the Forsyth High School. lt was a long, hard task and the young Redskins resented their en- forced educationg but as the moons passed, they were gradually sub- dued and made to accept civilized ways. During the first season of its captivity, the great tribe, numbering 44 in population, suffered a great massacre at the hands of the semes- ter examinations. English and algebra scalped many, and some Red- skins disappeared forever. The tribe had chosen from among its mem- bers, Spannagel Pleases All as chief, Squaw Fink Makes Big Noise for chief helper, Squaw Wagner Fights 'Em Back for keeper of the wam- pum, and Squaw Jenson Slays 'Em All for scribbler. Then the Great White Chiefs, Perey and Kailey, ordered the wigwam closed for seve- ral moons. When the leaves fell from the trees, the tribe was again herded together for more education. This year's chieftains were Squaw Flana- gan, Buck Tom-Tom Friez, Buck Mogen Drags His Deer, and Moose Faced Mortenson. The young warriors fought hard at the games of kick-a-goal and make-a-bucket, and DeCock Fleet Foot, Starr Charges Strong, Twede Dunks the Ball, Mortenson Takes 'Em Out, McKinney Lays It In, and Friez Hands It Off were accepted as outstanding. The fates were with the tribe and a new kind of war party was held for the Sophomores with Squaw Smith acting as the seamstress for Quenzer Rips His Pants. Again the dreadful massacres were held and many more brothers bit the dust. The Tribe now numbered 35, and a second three moon vacation was declared by Perey and Stagg. The Tribe was again called back to the reservation, and it was decreed by the leaders that there was to be no fun this year. The Tribe was growing more and more powerful and would soon rule the entire wigwam. Spannagel Works Well, Mogen Laughs Much, Friez Takes It Easy, and Squaw Mouse Wolke were chosen as chieftains for the year. The Tribe then spent much Wampum on a Junior Prom and it was attended under the stars by many people in their best ceremonial robes. Again that year many of the warriors performed well in the games and Squaw Mouse Wolke was warhoop leader. Krueger Study Hard, Friez Crack a Book, and Wagner Shining Star went to big Tribal Pow-Wows in Dillon and Bozeman. The Tribe again suffered a hard winter and when the snow thawed many of the tribe had left to lessen the number to 32. When the grass again turned green, the vacation was declared and the wigwam was closed. Sponsored by the DAIRY LUNCH

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CLASS WILL We the Class of 1959 having gnarled bodies, feeble minds, and a greedy suspicious nature do hereby leave our last will and testament and condemn those chiseling underclassmen who take advantage of it. To the faculty we leave the keys With which we have done what we please. To the juniors who are so snooty and sly We don't leave a thing - just tell them bye-bye. To the sophomores we leave the desks Which we have made more picturesque. To the freshmen we leave the ceiling and halls A little bit bumpy with slimy spitballs. Noel Blakesley, leave my ability of getting crumpled fenders to Dale Fender-Bender. Darlene Cook, leave. What more do you want? Dick DeCock, leave my two fifty smoking. out of season. Jay Donley, leave - have wife must travel. Donna Fink, leave saying, No not tonight, Andy. Margaret Flanagan, leave my sack dresses to the Tent and Awning Co. Ron Friez, leave my goose call to Mr. Ross. He took it anyhow. Charles Gustafson, leave my can opener to Louie Lujan so he can open his P0P- Kirk Hindman, leave my cat cut to Gopher Corcoran. Lyle Johnson, leave my pink ears to Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer. Omer Kruger, leave my title Lucky Lips to Arvon Eberhardt. Leonard Leary, can't leave. I've still got ten hours detention. Pauline Lix, leave on a high lope for the far North. Bill McKinney, leave my teeth scattered all over the arena. The over head plank on chute number six was too low. Jerry Mickell, leave my nickname Hunk to Eddie Harris. Bob Mogen, leave gasping for breath. I just told a funny. Don Mortenson, leave my profile on a plaque at the Moose Lodge. John Prince, leave a pig to the hot lunch program. Dave Quenzer, leave my dancing steps to Arthur Murray for further study. Dick Schelin, leave my spinners to anyone stupid enough to steal them. Jim Schiffer, leave my speed to Monkey LaGree. Bill Schulenberg, leave my motto, Love them and leave them, to Pat Cowley. Janice Schultz, leave, still trying to figure out why that tree jumped out and hit Pete's car. Eli Spannagel, leave my flat feet to Beals Furniture for table tops. Jim Starr, leave to start dancing courses for shy young guys, featuring Roach's Rock. Diane Sutton, leave my late hours to anyone who can keep them. Bob Twede, leave Leary and Quenzer in one piece, although slightly bruised Joan Wagner, leave for the dam, but only to walk my dog. Lavina, leave my nickname Albino to anyone. I'm even willing to pay to get rid of it. Toni Wolke, leave feeling the way I came in - mighty low.

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From the red-tinted woods that fall came the Mighty Tribe, emerging as powerful Seniors. Chief Afraid of Squaw Friez, Squaw Schultz Gets Her Man, Prince Farms the Ground, and Quenzer Flys the Coop served as leaders of the Tribe that season. The games were again well played by Perey and Kimberly's warriors and Squaw Schultz and Squaw Wolke again led our cheering section in many warhoops. This year the members of the Tribe were quests of a big pow -wow given by the Tribe of 1960. Being so close to graduation, the Tribe frolicked much and made the Pale Face Leaders mad. The Pale Face Leaders immediately went on the warpath and captured a few scalps in the examinations. Those who escaped the scalping most brilliantly and cleverly were Fink Knows It All and Friez Very Smart, and their names were copied on the Shining Star. And now the Great Tribe of 1959, numbering 30, will soon smoke the peace pipe with Pale Face Leaders and scatter, regretfully leaving the wigwam for the last time. Sponsored by the FARMER'S CO-OP