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

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THE CENTENNIAL CLASS PROPHECY OF 26 The day was still, there was no twittering of birds, no melancholy notes of a meadowlark, there was not a cloud on the horizon, while at its zenith the sun poured down its incessant, blistering rays upon the parched land. Not even a cooling breeze found its way to this second pergatory. Amidst all this torrid heat and scorched surrounding a lone cowpuncher, who lay in the shade of his horse, watching with drowsy eyes the little herd of scrubby long horns grazing upon the scant bunch of grass near by. But, alas! not even the shade of the horse could completely shut off the heat of that sun, and soon the rider, already tired and sleepy, began to rub his eyes, and nod his head in a drowsy manner. No sooner had his head begun to nod than he saw a black speck ap- pearing over the horizon which, as it drew nearer, took the form of a large bird and low! when it was almost overhead what should it be but one of Ford’s new aeroplanes which had become very prominent in the last ten years. When the aeroplane came almost overhead the rider, who was none other than Ted Homan of the senior class of ’26, could plainly see the occupants and finally placed then as Kenneth Ray and Leslie Miller also of the class of ’26. His joy knew no bounds, with a wild cowboy whoop he leaped to his feet, waved his big hat frantically and yelled at the top of his voice. No young- boy or beast of the tropics could have gone through all the antics he did. At last he was successful in attracting the attention of those in the plane for he heard above the roar of the motor a never-to-be-forgotten voice. “Hey Kenneth I think there must be a lunatic or a sheep herder down there, judging by his actions, I think we’d better go down and look him over if we can before he hurts himself.” Ted did not catch the answer but it must have been in the affirmative for as a great hawk circles over it’s prey, the plane began to circle slowly downward until finally it glided to a stop some fifty yards away. With another wild yell, Ted pulled out his 45 and brandishing it aloft as he went, made a wild dash for the two men who now stood near the plane. At this wild re- ception, the two unprepared men, unable to defend themselves in anyway ex- cept rapid flight, started to scramble for the plane. Fate must have been with Ted that day. for as Leslie turned to run he plunked his foot squarely into a prairie dog hole and Kenneth who was directly behind him, and who was too slow to stop quick, went sprawling down on top of him. By the time they had untangled their legs Ted had ar- rived at the spot and throwing himself down on the ground gave every evidence of a man who has pulled “a good one on his neighbor. “Why you wall-eyed, bow-legged, club-footed, pigeon-toed air fiends, don’t you know an old side kick when you see him ? Why you ought to be-----? He did not have time to finish the sentence, for with a joyful yell of recog- nition they pounced upon their old classmate and soon had him initiated in- to their league of companionship again. They even quite overlooked the trick he played on them and their bruises, for they had often had worse tricks pulled on them in the dormitory at Big Sandy ten years before. They soon had their various smokes going and began to gossip as con- fidently as any group of old maids. Ted soon learned that Kenneth and Leslie, who were now well fixed, had taken it upon themselves that spring, to seek every member of the class of ’26, and see if she or he were making a success of life, as had been expect- ed of them when they graduated. He also learned that they had almost made

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THE CENTENNIAL but just out of reach. All we could do was to stand by and watch the senior as they proceeded calmly on their way, and wonder how it felt. Still one knows time and trouble is a remedy for all ills and although our progress seemed slow and uncertain, the summit is not gained at a single bound, but only after long, weary hours of travel. So we find ourselves coming nearer and nearer to that point which looked so faint and vague through the mists and distances of three years before. Another milestone behind us and we are on the final lap of our journey. Seniors at last; reserved, sedate and learned. Just a trifle conscious, per- haps, of our station, but can you blame us ? Why should we strive for years for a position if we are not to take pride in it after it is won? Still as the novelty wears off and we take time to look back over the rough old mountain side and out over the plane stretching away in the distance and onr feelings of importance, in its place, comes the con- tentment known only to those who have seen a hard day’s labor and who can look back with satisfaction at the distance traveled. We have given our blessings to the under classmen and to the Juniors in particular as they are to take our place next year. We have given our senior play, received our diplomas and, lo, we are no longer of that jolly crowd of good fellows, who gather every morning nine months of the year at the little brick school house. We have stood on the pinnacle of our ambition only to discover that the road leads on to still higher peaks and that our journey has only begun. Some of us will choose that slippery old granite mountain called “College” from which so many have fallen. Others will choose the rougher and more rugged way known as “Life”, but whichever path we may choose, “Watch Us Climb.” Kie, Kie, try, try, try. Take your aim and take it high, On, On. On! Come on! lets’ go! Mind your step and don’t climb slow, We’re the seniors, you and I, Seniors of the Big Sandy Hi. Wow! Wow! SENIORS ’26.

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THE CENTENNIAL the rounds and that they had only Don Grubbs and Charles Ensley left since they had found him. “Well, if that’s the case, I guess your trip is about over,” answeded Ted. thinking slowly, “Chuck lives about one hundred and twenty miles north west of here on Eight Mile Bench, and 1 think Chuck mentioned the fact once, that Don came to visit him, so I guess they must live pretty close.” Arrangements were then made that Ted should accompany the two in the plane on to Chuck’s place. As the traffic was not as thick as usual in the upper spaces on that day, they were soon making great speed. The plane carrying the three soon arrived at Charles Ensley jr’s residence on Eight Mile Bench. Charles had a very nice home with about 640 acres of bench land, and (thanks to Mr. I. E. White, Ag. instructor of B. S. H. S. he knew how to farm and manage it properly.) As the air plane approached the whole family went out on the front porch and waited its landing, al- though they had no idea who it was, they were always ready to welcome folks. The aeroplane circled several times and finally settled to the ground a short distance away. When the three got out Chuck gave one big gasp, while an- other was lost in his speedy departure from the front steps toward the worthy three, who by this time had armed themselves for the biggest exhibit of back- slapping that ever took place. “Come in, Come in,” piped a sweet voice from the front steps and Celia Ensley who had not lost a bit of her plumpness, opened the door and bustled the whole quartette into the house. “Sit down you old warts,” said Chuck, “I’ve got a thousand and one questions that I want to ask you. How’s the rest of the class ? How many are married? How many have died and how many turned out as (no-account; ? Open up and tell me, I haven’t heard of any of them since we graduated ten years ago, except Ted and Don”. “You mean Don Grubbs,” yelled Kenneth, “he’s the last one on our list and if we find him we’ll have the complete history of the class of ’26.” “Why he lives at Grubbsborough which used to be Box Elder, you sure hit it lucky though, for he is coming here today for a visit, and of course he’ll bring Helen.” “Helen who?” asked Les, “I thought he was married to Zella Vanover.” “No,” laughed Chuck, “You see Zella turned out to be an inventor, due to her course in Physics and she invented a rolling pin that would come back when she threw it. This was too much for Don, so he obtained a divorce and later on he married Helen McHose who is of a more gentle disposition. I suppose you boys remember her, I’ll tell the world, I certainly do.—Do you remember the case we had with her Ted?” finished Chuck, laughing. “I’ll say I do,” answered Ted, “we sure had one grand battle, I laugh to think of it now!” “Here comes Don now” announced Celia at the door. There was a mad rush for the door and just then Don got out of his new Ford Eight and opened the door for his wife. Mrs. Grubbs was no sooner out than the four ambitious ex-football players hit him with such a bang that after the dust had settled somewhat they found him lying on the other side of the car. “Hello you old Grubb,” teased Les, “how is Mrs. Grubbs and all the little Grubbs by this time?” “Why, hello Les, how is Mrs. Miller and all the little Moths,” he an- swered with his ready wit. The four then picked him up an carried him bodily into the house where they soon had him telling the following story: