Baker High School - Spartan Yearbook (Baker, MT)

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What's this ? It looks like a pair of tonsils and when the mouth around them closes we see that it is Raymond Stevens, whispering baritone, literal- ly laying the bobby-soxers in the aisles. He is making one of his sought- after appearances in the fashionable restaurant of Howard Traweek. We also see another old friend here--it is Betty Mengel, Howard's number one waitress, pianist, and all around helper. Yes boys, She'S Still Single. Here we are at Baker High School again. This time to the Commercial Department. It looks like a fight,and as the smoke clears away we see one of the first year typing students emerge from under a table with a shiner. This blow was inflicted by the teacher, Gerald Neary. Tskl Temper, tem- perl Well, we're still in Montana but this time it's in a lonely rural district. Here we find a little red schoolhouse and the school mai-m vigorously ring- ing the bell is Verle Loran. Verle isn't completely without companionship however, for a few miles down the road is her old side-kick, .Toyce Lam- bert, also teaching school. From Montana to North Dakota, Hettinger to be specific. Here is a cute little cement block bungalow and hanging out clothes is the former Nadine Everson. Edwin is still making blocks and hopes to be in charge of con- struction soon. Bungalows to mansions. This being in Minneapolis and its occupants being Joey and Arlene Steffes. They are now owners of Gambles, Inc. And polishing their floors to shining perfection is Chuck Bean, janitor. Now to beauteous mountain peaks but in opposite corners of the earth, Glenn Wiseman on Mount Everest in India, and Marlene Corey on a moun- tain in Siberia. Both chose to be hermits but just could not seem to agree on climatic conditions. Marlene Corey Shirley Lutts Arlene Steffes Raymond Stevens Glenn Wiseman CLASS MOTTO What we are to be, we are becoming. CLASS COLORS Blue and Silver

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C LASS HIST OR Y This well respected class of angels of l950,honored by allfespecially Mr. Heftie and all the teachers, first picked up our halos in approximately 1938 and started to school. That was when we were in the first grade. Those starting in Baker joined as a well-behaved class when we were in the third grade. The rest we converted over from hicks from other schools to the nice little children that we were--and still are. In 1944 we were under the superior direction of Mrs. Banta--Oh how she loved us... After all--remember our good reputation. In 1946 it was decided that we were too good forie Jr. High, so those with the brightest halos--Marlene Corey, Vale- dictorian and Nadine Everson, Salutatorian--leading the way, we flew over, picking up ten more on the way, and landed--the whole Z5 of us--as freshmen. The first event this honorable class held was the election of officers--President, Francis Kirschteng Vice-President, Bobby Lovelessg Secretary-Treasurer, Zeke Lund, Historian, Joyce Larnbertg and SPOHSOP, Mrs- Fries- Soon after school started,those devils known as Sophomores, gave us the Works for two days. Both boys and girls wore pajamas covered by bathing suits, also green bands with the letters M T around our heads. The girls wore tennis shoes and the boys wore bedroom slippers. The girls carried fishing poles and the boys purses. We had to shine the Sophomores shoes and sing commercials for them. Our year ended with the spring concert and music festival. After three months of leaving our halos to tarnish, we polished them again on our way to the sophomore year. First came election of officers, Marlene Corey, Presidentg Howard Traweek,Vice-President: Glenn Wiseman, Secretary-Treasurer: and Mr. Haskell, Sponsor. ' Since 10 fine voices were needed in Hoot Owls we gladly obliged by donating some of our melodious voices. Our most fun that year was when the freshmen followed our good advice and dressed as Indians with us supplying the war paint. Our deepest sympathy was shown by our giving a party, fwith eatsj in their honor. Our year was ended with the spring concert and music festival. After three months of polishing halos, cleaning robes, and--well--all that stuff that angels do--ahem--we started our .Tunior year with a bang--did we say bang ? ? ? --well anyway we started it off. On December 9, l948,we presented the play Bet- ty .Tane from Punkin Lane . Our sponsor, Miss Jones, with the assistance of Miss Bennett, supervised this wonderful dramatics success.