Baker High School - Spartan Yearbook (Baker, MT)

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Class Song Dear Baker High, Our Baker High These four short years are o'er. The memories of your hallowed hails. The welcome of your doors, Will stay with us for years to come, To bring us back once more. But now we’re through, we bid adieu. To meet again with you. Class Of the Senior Class we give a review; Whether true or false, we give it to you. Hallie is a cute little trick-- And Ida is what makes him tick. Elinor is our slap-happy pal; If you don't believe us, just ask Cal. Myra doesn't give a shrug When she's with her guy Doug. Darlene and Louie get along just fine-- When it comes to shorthand time. Carl Engstrom with a peroxide streak Tried to catch the girls on the street. Gloria Everson, looKing in the mirror, Would like to make it her career. Eleva Ferguson struts around Wondering if Rodney is in town. Lucille wonders about Jack While she works at the telephone rack. Marilyn and Leon are a constant two-some; We wonder if they will make an I-do-some. Merle has two cars he owns, But one to Joy he always loans. Another of our class is Mike: He's the type the girls all like. Even though Bev is the Warden's daughter; She does things she hadn't aughter. A boy friend nas Luella Bell, But his name she will not tell. Afred is a handsome lad-- Now, THIS can't make him mad! Mary Jane is a brainy dame; We know that this will bring her fame. Alan has a baby's talk. Also a cowboy's walk. Another of the class is Helen What she's doing is hard tellin . Betty Kingsley is a little tot, And her boy friend's namediScott. Bobbie Lou is another Moline, About the nicest we've ever seen. Doris has hair so very red Dear Baker High, We 53's, Are finished now and glad. Our teacher's nerves have broken down, But we don't care how bad. The time is slowly ticking by. We’ll soon be out and then. Our sentence served, our grades all curved, To make us all free men! ! ! AUTHORS Leon Newell Evelyn Schopp Sylvia Korneychuck Marilyn Hayden A little Rusty too, 'tis said. Dolly is the wedded lass Of this present Senior Class. Esther finally got a ring; A happy home it's sure to bring. Beulah works at the theater That’s where all the boys meet her. And we also have Richard Perry; Some slick chick he's sure to marry. One to follow wherever you go Is none but our little guy Hugo. And then there’s a Poulos, his name is Pete Instead of his head he uses his feet. A little blond girl is Evelyn Schopp; She works at the Kit-Kat as a car hop. Dick spends his time at the six-mile place Probably because of arsenic and lace. Tall, dark and handsome is Poke; He pleases everyone but Hoke. Russell used to drive a lot Until he had a run in with the cop. Laura likes to be a boss And, of course, she's never cross. Barbara is seldom ever in school, But when she's there the boy's all drool. Of this we're sure,--Myrtle's no turtle And you'd know if you saw her hurtle. Fairest of fair if Joyce Bruce Watch your man, girls, when she's on the loose. Instead of parking in lovers—lane; Jack takes Lucy in his air-o-plane! Beverly Crandell is a cute little girl-- And, oh, the smiles she gives to Merle! Poke's wondering about tne color of Sylvia's eyes-- When he asks her, gosh, how she sighs! Betty Waterland has long, blond hair, And about her Buddy , she does care. Last but not least is our boy Plummer-- There are those smarter--but not much dumber. AUTHORS Gloria Everson Alfred Kalland Myra Corbitt Mike Hurley Elinor Berwald Poem Sponsored by L. W. Busch, Insurance and Dr. C. F. Hogeboom 15

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 Prophecy Well, here we sit in the chemistry room wracking our brains as to what we should WTite as a prophecy for the Senior Class of 1953. One of our brilliant committee members decided to go through the locked cupboard. He came upon a strange dust covered object, and not knowing what it was ne decided to wipe a few years dust off of it» As another of our colleagues was industriously ruobing away at this weird object, we were sud- denly surprised to see a huge cloud of something or other float out of it. Imagine our surprise when we saw our classmate Genie Dick Steiber. Even though he looked quite a bit older and very much heavier we still recognized him. In this deep, guttural voice he said to his surprised audience. Ah, Prophecy Committee ol the Class of '53, what perplexes you? After we told him our woeful story, he said, Well, that's easy enough, my magic rug and I will be your humble servants. After dragging his flea-infested sheep rug out of his domain, we hopped on and were off. We drifted into the future about ten and a half years. The first thing we ran into was a horrible thunder shower. We looked up and saw Jack Sikorski in his jet, named the Griffith Comet, scattering salted C02, because he was afraid of another drought like that in good old 1952. When Jack landed we asked him about Lucille; ne told us that they had had big plans, but one night she had heard a stirring program from Clint, Texas, and had decided to give her life for the betterment of humanity, and was now down in the Ozarks managing an orphanage. Our next stop was Sing Sing Prison where we met Melvin Shell who was now confined there on the charge of going AWOL from the Boy Scouts. All of a sudden we heard a horrible shrieking sound. We asked Melvin what it was, and he told us that it was the warden, Sylvia Korneychuk, alias Black Whip, trying to sing The Prisoner’s Song. With the words, If I had the wings of an angel, echoing in our ears we sailed away on our magic rug. Our next stop was Paris where we heard that Myrtle Hudson was giving a short revue of the latest fashions created by the great designer, Richardo Perry. Our next stop, the Sahara Desert, was where we ran into Pete Polous and Luella Bell Jordan running the Last Chance Oasis. We asked the directions to Mike Hurley’s Camel Ranch, and when we arrived late that evening, we satdown to a Rancher’s Special of Camel Hair Soup served by Mike's housekeeper, Beverly Cran- dell. Next we visited the Union of South Africa where we visited Esther Neary's diamond mines. Esther told us that Douglas Plummer, once the chief foreman was now sitting his term out for trying to smuggle out a 250 1 2 carat diamond for Evelyn Schopp. Next, we went to Egypt, and landed at the Never-Get-There Airport. We were surprised to see that it was managed by Up-Again--Down-Again Alan Haydal. Betty Waterland was there, about to take off for the Salt Mines of Siberia to work for Donald Wiseman, chief digger, and Buddy-Buddy of Joe's. Our next stop was Shanghai, where we read of Hallie Bickle's Hwang-Low Club. We decided to go that evening, and we found out that the guest artists were Leon Newell featuring Slow-Boat to Montana, and Marilyn Hayden featuring the piano solo, Chopsticks. The Hwang-Low Club was giving an engagement party for their manager Hallie who had just announced his engagement to Joyce Bruce. At the party we ran into Beverly Heftie, who asked us to take her to Yugoslavia where she and Dictator Russell Wiseman were go- ing to try to renew their eighth grade romance. We consented, and were off again. This time we went to the South Pole, where we found Merle Hayden indulging in the major industry, sell- ing refrigerators to the Eskimos. Suddenly he was called into his igloo by his wife, Darlene Christianson, to repair their deep-freeze. We're off again to the colorful country of Brazil. Deep in the jungle we saw Eleva Ferguson enchanting the savages with the Coffee Blues, the new Hit, just recently introduced by Baritone Carl Engstrom who lived on nis Goose Ranch deep in the Amazon. Our next stop was'at Betty Kingsley's Wild Oats Ranch in Canada. We were invited to eat supper there, but when we sat down to the table we found out that the cook, Barbara Pope, and the bottle washer, Helen Wintermote, had stepped out for the evening, so we decided to zip on up to Alaska before eating. In Alaska we found out that Alfred Kalland owned a large sugarcane plantation, so we decided to drop in. Imagine our surprise when we saw his hired girl, Gloria Everson, carrying water to his pet seal, Glug. Once again on our flea infested rug we flew off to Chicago where we found out that Laura Yokley owned the Half-Pint Saloon on Skidrow and Myra Corbit was employed there as chief bouncer. Our next stop was Mexico where we saw Elinor Berwald taking her siesta outside the lsmay Sombrero Shoppe, which she evidently managed. Then we were off to Siam where we visited the King, and much to our surprise we found that Doris Mol- stad and Buelah Pardee were part of his harem. When we saw them they were tearing each other’s hair out, disputing as to which one was the favorite wife. On our way back to good old Baker, we stopped at the foot of Mount Everest where we saw Mary Jane Los- ing about to start for the top to visit her friends in high places. Once back in Baker we decided to call Mr. Heftie and tell him of our trip. The operator, when she finally answered, was Bobbie Lou Moline. She told us that the reason why she was so long in answering was because she and Dolly Havens, who was at home taking care of her five little bundles, were chewing tne fat. After we talked with Mr. Heftie we took Dick back to his dusty Aladdin's Lamp. As the last flea went back into the lamp in a cloud of smoke, we sud- denly found that we were back in '53 in the chemistry room, AND that we have the Prophecy of the Class of '53 all finished. And this is the end--Aren’t you glad??? Betty Waterland, Mary Jane Losing, Donald Wiseman, Dick Steiber. Sponsored by Sunrise Bakery and Coast to Coast Store 14

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