Minot High School - Searchlight Yearbook (Minot, ND)

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lt i w A -.613 C . I . f, fi ,I xi o 4.qi 7 :- ik 1 V 'Q i v is Q' at LASS ILL LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of 1948, do hereby bequeath this, our class will, to the undergraduates, whom we believe have earned these tokens of appre- ciation and recognition. Bette Ann Olson QB. 0.1 has offered to leave her intelligence of history to those who are not so fortunate as she. Fred Perkins is surrendering all the small desks in the school to Jimmie Frank. Amylou Krick bestows her quiet sense-of-humor to Greta Breaw, but will take her golf interest with her. .oald Mattson is leaving in spite of the wishes of the junior girls. Joan Ce en ws her ability of finding out-of-town men to her sister, Carol. The mania that ce fJoosJ Roos has for Vip jokes she gives to all who can enjoy them like she can. g g go .-.HL Stan Hanson takes along all he has worth lfavingg including Jerry- need W . w 0-eil., ukwq j ' Z Evie Sand thinks she should have waited another year to graduate- You can guess why. Henry Blaisdell leaves saying, If you don't get your Englishg it will get you. Ilene Bakken leavesg heading toward Montana. Roger Mosvick wills his charm over Junior High girls to George Dow. Mickey Dyson leaves the memory of her laugh, much to the distress of the teachers. As Bruce Whidden said good-bye to his studies, we noticed he took Jean DeWitt with him. Pat Sherman donates her clothes to-on the other hand, maybe she'll need them. Larry Erickson leaves his Wim, wigor, and witality to Wally Varberg. Dorothy Hanson gives her gum chewing to Dot Cuff, who will carry on in the true tradition. Paul Balerud passes on his famous cracks to Jack Daveau. n Norman Lansverk bestows his good looks and good nature upon Duane Lyders. Judy Dunnell leaves her unexpected jokes to anyone who can pull them off as well as she can. Marvel Flom leaves her sparkling smile to Colleen Peterson. ' And so we leave. Have fun kids, you'll miss school when you're gone. 9 sh 'N ll I 0 2 K f o K S 'I' f Sv D Glass o+ 'qgr ' I , ge Sixteen

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Yecoshenko, Fern Yineman, Donald Zietlow, Donald Zimmer, Dwayne Yecoshenko, Fern. I'm not half as perplexing as my na.me. Girls Chorus 2. Yineman, Donald. Car for sale - - Cheap. Band 1, 2, 3: goys Chorus 25 A Cappella 2, 33 Boys Octet 2, 33 Hi-Y Club Zietlow, Donald. The farmer in the dell. Reserve Bas- Zodrow, Beverly Zimmer, Dwayne. I love my classes, every one. Zodrow, Beverly. Last but not least comes the 1943 Searchlight Editor. Red Cross Council 2: Pep Club 2, 3: Girls Chorus 3: Ushers Club 2, 3: Searchlight ljdimr 3. kotball 1. f X x..-- X. I QAVV W? - O 3 . x F . , Z l '-RX x mf ' X nf- . Q xx- v kk wh'-f i ' K , f'7'f, f X K l, if ' 4' J vf- 2.-. J 2 .N ' K.Fii JBRO R BASHFUL ' -W ' y K ' Rosella Bechtold 1, 'NM , - xg 2 Betty Jean Coffey -, Q ' :Don Douglas ' 0 V Gene Tarusenko . ,131 Mfr- ' e ' Pfxx - , ls.:-IN' X Q ixrhx' ' s W I P ,fs .Our thanks to you, Mrs. Rush, our Class ' Advisor. ., 1 In the past three years, we of the Senior WV tif. Class have been fortunate in having Mrs. Eula 4, qi 4 Q, Rush, Class Advisor. 'In our Froshmore year, she , , 1217 tix ,l I, A 5.,.v4? helped us become acquainted with our new sur- fling-,jf 2 .Q ',,.iY ,Q X ,QQ -jj V, roundings in Senior High. The highlight of our 4' lv -A 57 ,J Junior year was the Junior-Senior Prom, which if '14 N, N Q3 .A Q K j Q5 Mrs. Rush so efficiently directed. Finally comes rf-' -3 1: , our Senior year and with her able assistance, we 43- .ff 5 ,T ' 35,6 A have reached the goal we have been striving for 'QQ Q ff -3 ,fi in the past three years. As We look back on our X H .. '- ' ff- 'rv High School days, we will have fond memories of X , iii' A 5 ' 72 - Mrs. Rush. ' ,, - cf - d '--i 'f ' - 6 I- W X' ' Q' f A 4 af fd, . . 3- tiki :Q O4 if fd X ,1 .asf S il 'l - if Q S nf- Page Fifteen x 4 Mi' 'r H

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Y. My 1. .- 'wr 0 A Q .1 , ..f i any xj it CLAS HISTORY It was twelve years ago that our mothers first brought us to school, garbed in our best organdy dress, or our new knickers. B. O. and the two other wild women of Roosevelt, Barbara and Nonie, used to go up into the hills and smoke powdered sugar rolled in wallpaperg their own brand. At McKinley in the sixth grade we found Yvonne Haldi chasing Jim Rush and Johnny Weium around the desks. Johnny's blonde curls were finally a deciding factor. Steadies thrived in those days too. Looking back we see such tender couples as Gloria Wilson and Freddie Perkins, Dorothy Cooley and Henry Blaisdell, Connie Joyer and John Jones, Mollie Lou Knudsen and Wally Hankla, and Shirley Gorze and Bob Olson. At Sunnyside we found the eternal triangle of Jerry Kane. Bud Keyes and Delores Conlon. Jerry won out though and she and Bud hit it off for four years. Then came that bright September morn when all of us eager little seventh graders started trudging the first of those many miles to what was destined to be our home for three years ---- Junior High School. The rows of shining lockers, the galaxy of bells, and the new classes brought many changes to our Little Red School House regimented minds. For reason of keeping our noses clean and mouths shut, at the end of a year we were finally allowed to start trudging up to the sacred second floor. It was here the worm turned and we began to demand our place in the sun. There were assemblies, Bond Drives, and plays, to say nothing of the dances up in Ye Old Sons of Norway Hall. It was about this time when the power of politics began to make itself felt as we voted for our ninth grade officers. Amid choruses of We wuz robbed Bowlby ascended to the vaunted position of prexy. Finally it came about that we, too, assumed our rightful place as the Aristocrats of Junior High, demanding tribute from our inferiors. Came the spring time and the more migratory-minded of our group flew the 114 miles south and had their first taste of tournament time. At long last that great day arrived when as future Froshmores, a good 200 high heels and assorted complications, too became alumnae of the school that hits the sky. High school days are said to contain some of the happiest memories of our lives. Our class had more advantages than the preceeding class enjoyed. During the Frosh- more year a recreation program was set up, and we had a new vocal music depart- ment for those who wished to sing. Of course the Junior Prom, Lamplighter Serenade, was the high light of our second year. Remember the fun We had making paper flowers? Speech was added to the curriculum and to celebrate a successful year they had a banquet. Tomato cocktails were served. Later that afternoon many of the victims went home ---- sick. Ahe-he. In the spring the band was invited to Regina. About that time skip day was ordained for seniors only, but so did we. Well, we didn't mind cleaning up our school trophiesg they needed it anyway. The last step in the ladder was reachedg we were Seniors. To most of us, Loyalty Day is showered with remembrance. Funeral greens, catchup blood, and crepe paper streamers followed the impressive coronation ceremony lot of our queen, Lois Jessen. The climax to our basketball season was the trip to the Class A tournament. Three days that will not be forgotten by us. Now we have completed the metamorphosis, our wings are dry, and we are ready to fly into another unknown world, a world of our own. Some of us will go to college and others will work. What ever becomes of us we will never forget our happy school days in old Minot High. ' st oF t+ . J 11 is SH: Av s ' fe f all As 4- -Q ' I 'ESD- Page Seventeen