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

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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-

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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 CENTENNIAJ tural Department of the College. Tomorrow I want to show you people some pictures of my family, Hershell Jr. Dorothy Jr. and baby Arthur. They are darling youngsters if they are mine and I say it myself. I graduated from Dillon and taught in the city schools at Missoula two years and then we were married. Since living in Bozeman I have finished the domestic science course at the college besides keeping my house and caring for my family. Next year I am going to have my mother stay with the children and I am going to teach domestic science in a high school near Bozeman.” The happiness on Dorothy’s face plainly told us that she had attained the goal she had set for herself when she was a Sophomore in high school When Signe Bergby’s name was announced I noticed that she was sit- ting beside a very tall man in whom she evinced cosiderable interest but I a.most gasped for breath when I heard her say, “I am so glad Floyd and 1 could come to the reunion on our honeymoon. Of course, we are happy any- way but seeing you all and hearing about your success makes us that much happier. I was undecided as to where I should go to study music after I graduated from B. S. H. S. so I stayed at home for a year, and rested. Then I began to study voice and piano at the Conservatory of Music in Boston. After finishing there I worked on Chautauqua platforms for the three years and have had a studio of my own in San Francisco ever since. Now that we are married I shall do whatever Floyd thinks best and spend my time pleas- ing him.” Can you imagine that docile talk from snappy, little Signe? There’s no ■lelling what miracles life will work. It was only natural to ask Floyd to speak next so after unwinding his long length (longer and thinner than ever it seemed) he smiled and looked at the crowd and said, “Say Don, do you remember how hard we worked dur- ing our Senior year at high school ? I have worked just that hard studying music in New York and much harder since then in Grand Opera. I enjoy my music very much and now that I have Signe to work for and to spur me on I am sure I can do even greater things in the future. When you people come out to San Francisco, come to visit us.” During these speeches I had noticed a dapper, smiling, good-natured, f.'ne looking man in a corner and thought it must be Sam Sprague and sure whan the name was called this man got up instantly and then broadened in- to a grin as Sam began his story. “It beats all how loyal the whole class has been in coming to this meet- ing and I am glad to be here to add my story to yours. First, I am married have five children, a home in Portland, Hudson sedan and am president of the Union State Bank of Portland. I acted upon the advice of one of my in- structors in high school and attended the Commercial department at Boze- man, after graduating from there I entered a bank as a paying teller and gradually worked my way up to my present position. I have worked hard, and many long hours but the effort has been worth the while.” We applauded him so enthusiastically that we scarcely heard the open- ing remarks of a tall, beautiful, dignified lady who responded to the name of Sadie Hakenson. She spoke very quietly and her interesting story is as follows, “I entered the Deaconess Train g School for Nurses at Great Falls in June after graduating from high school and spent three years of hard training. I saw and cared for all kinds of cases but my greatest pleasure was helping the doctors during a delicate operation. I became so keen a- bout this special work that I was given a chance to specialize In it during my last year of training. After fiishing -there I was clinic nurse at a large hos- pital in St Paul and now I am school nurse in St Louis, Missouri. I am very