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

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THE CENTENNIAL we present this crown and scepter. May she weild her scepter for good enchantment only and I'm sure this crown will never make her head lie uneasy. Kenneth, this drum is for you to drum up many good time and learn to keep time through the march of life. Since Helena seems to have chosen the printing business as her life's vocation, we wish to help her all we can in her lino-type profession so we present her with just that—a line o' type. With perfect confidence in our choice we present this cake of yeast to Leslie to enable him to raise the Flatness or rise to the Flatness and so win her.. To save Charles so much worry and many needless steps, it is our privilege to present him with this wonderful “Book of Toasts.” There may not always be a Senator near by when Charles is called upon to preside over the act as toast master. And, Hilda, this rattle will enable you to “rattle through life” even when you get a car to drive instead of a Ford. Don't worry any longer over that old bug, John, here’s a nice new one for you. And this one will navigate too. It won't need gas or new tires and the wires won’t get out of commission. For Lavina, this frying pan will be handy to fry the one egg or the two slices of bacon for her breakfast when she is all alone in a country school marm's teacherage. James mustn't be kept in suspense any longer. He’s longingly looking at this cow you see. Yes, James, this is for you and Abbie to help you that much when you establish your farm near Box Elder. That Nell may more easily reenter her housewifely duties, she is to receive this well filled box of kitchen supplies. While it may not contain everything, the most essential things are there to be sure. To Don, we give this horn. Now we know he can toot his own hprn, so we need never worry about his future. To Signe, one of our post graduates, I present this balloon so that she may ever fix her eyes far above the common place of life as she goes out to guide the future citizens. To Cora, another graduate of our N. T. Dept., we give this note book hoping that it will remind her to write her lesson plans each day. Bessie, you and I are last but least', so will divide what is left. You may have this stick of candy with a fishhook on one end. Now you can surely recapture Inar with such a sweetened bait. This cane will be my support through my future years. And to our Sponsor, tried and so true, we present this bow of white anJ bue. Then to the President of the Junior Class I have been delegated to give this key, which admits you to the realm of the Senior Class. This key car- ries with it freedom from the shackles of the lower classes, it admits you to the realm of greater privileges and superior advantages. It is the open door to the coveted throne to supremacy—rthat of a Senior. Let me admonish you to keep this key from rusting, lubricate it with the oil of industry and preseveranee, as we have done, so that you may turn it over to the Seniors of '28 as we have done to you. In closing, I wish to say that I hope you will make good use of these gifts or that you will treasure them through the future years. My parting wish is that there may be many happy years in store for you. Myra Mack '26.

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THE CENTENNIAL Abbie throwing arms around Chuck Ensley: “Charlie you are a nice fel- low! Gee, but I like you.” Chuck: “Bub—Bub—B—B—B—B—B.” Quist: “What is the difference between Ammonia and pneumonia?” Inar: “I don't know.” Quist: “Why, ammonia comes in bottles, and peumonia comes in chests.” Mr. Quist: What is zinc? Dumb Freshman: That’s the French pronunciation for think. Census taker: How old are you madam? Miss Sonsteness: Oh, I don’t remember the year I was born. C. T.: Never mind the year, tell me the Century. Chuck: What is that popular song? Bertha: Oh!, Little Ray of Sunshine. Bessie: I wish I had somebody to love me. Inar: So do I. Mrs. Moe announcing before assembly: A fountain pen lost by a stud- ent half filled with ink. Scotty Me.: Did you ever hear about the dumb Englishman? John Jenkins: No, but I have heard about the Scotchman that squeezed the penny so hard that old Abe Lincoln gave the second Gettysburg address. GIFTORIAN SPEECH MEMBERS OF THE CLASS OF 1926: Our high school days are ending. For most of us three or four of the pleasantest years of our lives. We are leaving the guidance of our teachers and stepping out into the bigger and broader field—life. With this fact in mind it seems quite fitting and proper that we receive some little g ift of remembrance—some token by which we may refresh our memories of these happy days. Upon me has fallen the immense task of selecting and presenting to you these little gifts. Indeed, it has not been an easy matter to select them any more than for your friends to select your birthday or Christmas present, but I have done it the best I could. I have endeavored to choose gifts that are symbolical of your life in this school. I sincerely hope you will be pleased with them. Some people place their faith in mankind, some in clothes, some in one thing and some in another. Ursulla has lots of faith so I present this clothes pin to her. She may pin it to whatever she wishes. Since Ted is probably the most needful just now, we will hasten to pre- sent him with this bottle of “Balm for a broken heart” to alleviate his suf- fering when he has a quarrel with Mildred. To be taken hourly, daily or weekly as occasion demands. To Hazel our Senior carnival Queen, and also valedictorian of our class,

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THE CENTENNIAL SENIOR CLAS.S POEM Tell me not in mournful letters That our grades are all a dream For we have learned from our betters And we are not quite so green. Knowledge is real, we are earnest And a college is our goal We must work, “To farm returneth Was not spoken by our souls. All enjoyment and no sorrow Are the paths we'd like to trod But we'll find the stones are many As along life’s road we plod. We the Seniors now are leaving And it is more than right That we leave advice behind us, To help others in the fight. In the future when you're roving Be not like a pile of bricks Be progressing, keep on going Like the Class of '26. Trust no liquor, however pleasant, Let the ‘Chesterfields' alone Go to bed at nine each evening And with pain you'll never moan. Lives of Seniors all remind us, We can always do our best. And departing leave behind us Notebooks that will help the rest. Notebooks that perhaps a Junior Verging on the very brink Seeing all the well earned 90's, Will take heart and will not sink. Let us then at graduation When into the world we pass Give three cheers for old Big Sandy And the worthy Senior Class. LESLIE MILLER '26.