Minot High School - Searchlight Yearbook (Minot, ND)

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SENIOR INFORMALS 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Page Eighteen Horse, courtesy of Dunnell. That new look. No, this isn't a mistake. Army, Navy, or Marines? The first step. Hard at work. Mad at someone? Happy birthday to you. After effects of a toboggan party. Please tell us what J. J. stands for-.

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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

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SENIOR INFORMALS, Regina? Love that town! I love a parade. Portrait of a bobby-soxer. Double exposure. In the good old summer time. The Clear Lake gang. Careful - you might . . . fall. We cover the water front. Out on the open prairie. Cold weather doesn't bother us A living' tooth paste ad. Ahh--men in uniform.