Belt Valley High School - Husky Herald Yearbook (Belt, MT)

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Another matrimonial adventure. Our friend, Edith Burley, setting out to the Alps for her honeymoon with a tall man, foreign in appearance and using with much dexterity his monocleg ever and anon twisting his dainty moustache and gazing adoringly at his blushing bride of a few days. The scene, oh Pioneers, changes to one of great hilarity-balloons, ele- phants, tigers-a circus! The billboards flaunt their greatest attraction. Attired in crimson, Elizabeth Mital, greatest contortionist of the times. Oh-a great political rally-Ronald Randall, great political boss and speaker of the hour is issuing orders to his followers. I hear a voice, rich with power and melody, pouring over the audience sitting spellbound with its beauty. Charles Klimas-second Caruso, is making his first appearance in grand opera. He will next tour Europe and his coming audience will be graced by the presence of the Prince of Wales, himself. I see a packed house, bright lights, and mirth-the rich folds of the stage curtain swing back to reveal two dancing figures against a back- ground formed by the chorus of Ziegfield's Follies. Why-Lillian Bakko and Ethel Ranta-now having leading parts in Ziegfield's Chorus. High, high among the clouds I see a lone figure in an aeroplane, who, but Harold E. Johnson, himself. He is testing his latest model and is seriously contemplating a flight to Mars, providing it doesn't rain. What flash of pearls now graces our vision? Ah, 'tis but the pearly teeth of Miss Helen Brutosky gleaming at us from a Pepsodent toothpaste Had. Miss Brutosky is busy, when she is not posing for the ads, writing a book, the title of which is How to Make a Hit With the Opposite Sex. Let's hope it's soon published. Gee-up-whoa-and the slim figure of a young farmer leaps into my vision. Joseph Pillar himself-managing his farm near Raynesford, which he gained through his marriage with a belle from that district. A flutter of handkerchiefs, a whistle, all-aboard, and Miss Ada Simon- is, a teacher in remote Africa is on her way to spend her vacation with her school day chum, Mildred Tuura, who is teaching in Alaska, and it is rum- ored that she is soon to wed a wealthy prospector. A somber black clothed figure-Myron Robinson-missionary in the South Sea Islands-now comes into view. I fear sadly that his worthy resolutions will dwindle away when his vision rests on the charms of the South Sea Island maidens. Such appetizing odors that assail my nostrils-why, look who's here, our friend, Franklin Samuelson-better known as Pinhead, flipping flap- jacks for the threshers on a ranch near Armington. Ethel Berg is now in the movies ably proving that blonde can be a blonde and still be a vamp. She is acting in one of Gladys Wellington's latest dramas. Steven Bodner is demonstrating his ability as a barber and has leased

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I - i BELT BUCKLE -Y -. ---- SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY The blood red sun sank slowly. Its lingering rays suffused the flat, dusty prairie with a warm glow-misty and shadowing with dust. The hollow thud, thud, of the oxen, ceased. Then came the night. A slight dark figure leaps from the foremost wagon, dusty and tired, but with a look of courage undaunted in her fine brown eyes. Who is she? She looks so familiar-why-Miss Mares. Her clear voice com- mands a halt and the thirty Seniors, pioneers in heart and endeavor, hastily build camp for the night. The scene is one of busy activity. How fast and thoroughly these Seniors work. The supper is over and cleared away. The crackling woodfire is sending sparks up the dusky blackness of the night. A solemn hush descends over the group as Chief Eagleheart takes his place among them in their circle around the fire. Eager, expectant glances settle on the countenance of the prophet. The low wail of a coyote sounds from across the prairie. The wind sighs low-anxious too- to hear the prophecy of the illustrious class of nineteen twenty-eight. The Chief begins-his tone is low and mellow and flows on in dreamy monotony. Friends-it is my happy lot to be able to impart to you your destinies. The spirits of my fathers aid me in bestowing upon you the knowledge of your future. His gaze into the fire deepens. Proper it is, Palefaces, that I begin with Myron Johnson, better known as Beets , the president of this illus- trious Class. This young man, so interested in athletics, architecture, and printing, I see planning out a football field for Yale. Between times he is working on sign-printing. Blonde hair and blye eyes, oh-Miss Helen Hammer, a living advertise- ment of Blondex Shampoo, of which company she is a rising saleswoman. It is rumored that she is soon to wed the son of the president of the company. A little Ford bug leaps into my view-the dust is intense. I can hardly see the occupant-yes-yes, it is Forrest Bough, making a coast to coast race! At the rate he is going he is sure to win. A flat tire-and his dreams are vanished-but wait--he flies on his way on the rim! Plucky lad! I see men gathered in anxious expectancy about Miss Elizabeth Mal- colm, who is typing her way to fame-a breath of admiration-she has usurped the place of Hossfield, World's Champion Typist. Who is this I see with a pair of twins on his knee-such a homelike scene-why Kelly Johnson-the fond papa of a promising pair of off- spring. I recognize in his wife a little blonde girl who ensnared Kelly with her charms during his Junior and Senior years. . -W I ....YY.fiY.-.-..-........ii 1 928 ..,. ,-.. .. .,.. ..i. - IH, DA, ,W 'I' ty Th

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Ubal Landry's barber shop. I am quite sure he will make a huge success as he always was quite a ladies' man. A broken heart and tears-Hazel Landry is weeping bitterly because Porky wouldn't take her with him on his coast to coast race. Helyne Remington resides in Fife Where she is editing a newspaper called the Fife Daily . The last edition features, in red letters, the latest scandal: George Ford has eloped withlrene Burrows, a resident near there. Evidences of this elopement were making their first appear- ance in High School. Sigurd Johnson is a prosperous banker in Tiger Butte, but still clings to his old Ford truck-for peaceful and quiet driving. Bill Remington is a popular advocate of companionate marriages. His personal reason being that he likes the new girls in school so much that he believes in this manner he will be able to marry at least one fourth of all the girls he adores. In a dark attic studio, Raymond Kennedy, a struggling young artist, is running his way to fame and glory. As Chief drones out his last words of prophecy, a sigh scarcely audible, like a whisper of wind, escapes the group of listening Seniors. The camp- fire is a bed of glowing embers. Mournful and weird re-echoes the bark of the coyote from the distance and the Seniors lustily answer him with their Class song. -Ethel Ranta. - YY ,i Y 7g,,.7T SONNET O Pioneers, who dared to brave the wilds Who fought so fearlessly to gain a home Where Indian tribes and untamed buffaloes roamed, You proved not helpless like a little child, But attacked the strenuous duties upon you piled With a courage fitting just to you alone. You, with the dauntless spirit, muscle, and bone Who conquered all and made it look so mild. It is to you we gladly pay our homage To you, so worthy of all our humble praise, To you, who fought to answer your soul's call As now in this progressive modern age We look back over past history in amaze And honor ye brave Pioneers, who gave us all! -Ada Mae Simonis.