Big Sandy High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Big Sandy, MT)

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THE CENTENNIAL CLASS PROPHECY As I looked back over the last ten years of my life a picture of the graduating: class of 1925 came before my eyes. We were all at supper at the Bear Paw Cafe and after the toasts had been given we all pledged to meet at the old place on May 22, 1935 for a class reunion. That picture faded away and one of the reunion came to me and while the pleasure of of it is still fresh in my mind I want to share it with $ou, my other former schoolmates. I had not realized how quickly ten years can pass until it came time for me to go and then I was all excited at the prospect of the long trip and of seeing all my old classmates again. We had scattered to all parts of the United States and had almost lost track of some of the class but I expected to see every member at the reunion. Soon it was May 21, and I had passed Fort Benton on my trip. I look- ed out of the train windows and tried to locate some familar land mark but I could hardly believe my eyes. The country I saw was filled with irrigation ditches and prosperous looking farm buildings dotted the countryside. When the brakeman called “Big Sandy”, I was more surprised tnan ever before, for I found a town the size of Havre ten years ago. I was lost and had to inquire the way to the best hotel in town. As I entered the “Biltmore,” a splendid new hotel the first person 1 saw was Don Grubbs, smiling and happy as usual. We talked for a little while of old times and recent events and then he asked me to go to the parlor to meet his wife. I followed him to the door but needed no introduction for be- fore me sat my old time friend, Zella Vanover, now Mrs. Don Grubbs. I was glad to see Mr. and Mrs. Grubbs so happy and we had a fine visit before Don took Zella and me out to their beautiful country homo in his Packard limousine. I was delighted with the house and grounds which told me more than words of the success of Don’s agricultural venture. The maid took me to my room so I could rest before dinner and I did not see any of the other guests until I entered the dining room that even- ing. I looked around to see how many were there and sure enough not one was missing although some had changed in appearance so that I wondered who they were. We were not given time to visit before dinner was served but many a merry jest and “do you remember” went around the table during the meal. After the delicious dinner was disposed of we appointed Reynold Lar- son toastmaster. He got up and announced that each one’s toast was to be a brief account of what he or she had done since May 22, 1925. He gave his own first to allow us time to collect our scattered thoughts. Reynold had changed considerably in these ten years. He is almost six feet tall and well built, he looks prosperous, contented and very happy. He said, “I have spent four years at Northwestern University and took my degree from the law school. Then I joined a firm of lawyers in Chi- cago and practiced law with them for three years. I felt that I could make a success of myself alone so I started an office of my own. Last fall 1 was appointed United States District attorney for the district around Chicago. I will go a little ahead of the ten years and tell you that on June 15 I am to marry the dearest girl in Chicago.” After the applause that greeted this speech subsided Reynold called on June Bartlett. As she arose I thought, ten years have not changed her very much except to make her more bautiful and charming. “I went to Weilesly for four years and took my master's degree in Lit-

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THE CENTENNIAL CLASS WILL We the Senior Class of ’25 of the Big Sandy High School, believing that the day is near at hand when we, as Seniors, shall be no more, and further believing that we can not leave this life, our friends and acquaintances, with- out making due preparation for this sad departure, have decided to make this our last will and testment. We as a class, who have weathered many a tempest and withstood just as many temptations, do beseech the Juniors to live and grow in grace and holiness, especially with the English teacher if they ever hope to reach those higher regions from which we are now so soon to pass. I, June Bartlett, hereby will my position as Editor-in-Chief of the annual to anyone who is sufficiently non compas mentus to accept it. I, Signe Bergby, leave my “boyish bob” to Mrs. Moe hoping that Prof survives the shock. I, Ethel Diacon, bequeath my entensive smile to Ted Homan with the re- quest that he exercise it daily. I, Iris English, do will my efficiency as guardian angel to Hazel Flat- ness warning her not to discourage too many young Valentinoes. I, Nat Gaines, will my grouch and ability to tend to my own business to llap Snow, demanding that he use it. I, Sadie Hakensen, leave my sedate disposition to Kathryn McMillian. I, Floyd Hansen, do hereby will and bequeath my shiekish tendencies to some other round head. I, Marion Heise, leave some of my extra altitude to Celia Larson. I, Alvin Jacobsen, thinking that my trait of disturbing no one could be put to good advantage by Thorald Cowger and hereby bequeath it to him. I, Reynold Larson, do bequeath my ability to “get in good” with the “bouncer” to Leslie Miller. I, Lilian McClellan, the president for two years bequeath my enchant- ing brown eyes and tempting kisses to Ursula Craft. I, David Moe, bequeath my track speed to any one who can overtake me. I, Dorothy Morefield, will to Lavina Inglebretson my stand in with Boy students hoping she uses it as artfully as I did. I, Cora Parker, do bequeath to whomever so desires the task of filling Mr. Whites number 10's and rule supremely over that cosmopolitan aggrega- tion known as the assembly. I, Sam Sprague, will to Ben Worstell my ability to love and be love-1 at first sight only. Signed, sealed and executed this twenty-eighth day of April, in the year of our Lord, 1925. Class of '25. —REYNOLD LARSON --------o--------- Miss Sonsteness (In hygiene class) A man threw his plug of tobacco away after he had chewed it for twenty years --------o--------- Green Freshie: The zloty, Poland’s new coin is no doubt designed for zlot machines. ----------o---------- Sam: I am going to marry a girl who can take a joke. Art: Don't worry thats the only kind of a girl you’ll get.

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THE CENTENNIAL erature. Then I taught English in Smith’s College in New York for four years. By that time school work was a bore to me so I spent a year touring the old world. Last year I was Dean of Women at National Park Seminary in Washington D. C. I like that kind of work but Sig doesn’t want me to teach any more so I haven’t decided yet whether I shall be Dean of Women or begin my life’s work in domestic science. I have been very busy but very happy and I am thankful for the opportunities I have had.” We could see that June was happy and by the far away look in her eye we thought we knew what her decision would be for next year. Next was Nat Gaines—I remembered him very well, although he was stoutir and had acquired a moustache the same twinkle glistened in his eyes as he glanced over the guests and said, “At first I thought it wouldn’t be worth while to come to this reunion but I have had a pleasant trip from my home in New Orleans. I suppose you are all wondering how 1 got way down there. I went home with a college chum from Dartmouth for a Christmas vacation. I liked the country and climate so well that after 1 graduated, with honors, from the law school I went back there to open my office. I don’t think it wa the climate that attracted me altogether for I met the best wo- man in the world and she has been my wife for three years. I am now State Senator from my county and am practicing law in New Orleans.” After this speech we all retired to the living room and listened to the stories of the others. Iris English was ready with her toast. “My ten years nave been spent at various things but mostly teaching. After graduating from B. S. H. S. I taught around Big Sandy for three years, attending summer school at Dil- lon each sulmmer. Finally I had money enoughto go to Missoula. I entered the art school there and fell madly in love—with my work so the years spent there seemed ali too short. The last few years I have had charge of the Art Department at the Great Falls High School and shall return there next year. I haven’t been too busy to have some fun with a jitney and a good! saddle pony and I am wondering if Don has either around here.” Iris is just the same girl we knew and loved ten years ago but she has a happier expression on her face that made us wonder if it was all “art for arts sake” that calls her back to Great Falls. This report brought us back to Big Sandy so Reynold called upon Ethel Diacon next. She is more matronly new and her face shows little lines ox care but she looks happy and contented and we all sit up and take notice as she says, “I am very glad for this opportunity of seeing all you people a- gain and hope you will come to see me at my country home about twelve miles southwest of here. As you know I took the Normal Training course and have made good use of it. I taught country schools for two years before I went to Dillon. I graduated from there four years ago and taught in Big Sandy two years. The last four years I have lived on the farm with my hus- band and daughter. My little girl will finish the eighth grade next year and then we shall move to town and keep her in school.” It seemed to me a fine report for all of us cannot do great things and I was glad to hear of Ethel’s success in the ordinary walks 01 life. Conten- ment is always worth more than fame. We all sat forward when Reynold called upon Dorothy Morefield for we had expected great things of her. I would scarcely have known her, she is much stouter and more sedate, but her smile brought out tne same old dim- ples as she said, “I am not Dorothy Morefield now. My friends call me Mrs. Hershell Hurd. We live at Bozeman where Mr. Hurd is head of the Agrieul-