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

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THE CENTENNIAL I don't see why Chuck couldn’t have chosen two spokesmen for a class as large as this. ‘Ya min I tink I skall call on Ola next. “Veil, I came all de vay fra Sainte Paul i Minnesota to talk with you. How does that suit you Slats? Don’t faint when I tell you that I am an old maid stenographer in Montgomery Ward’s mail order house in Saint Paul. I enjoy it so much I wouldn’t give it up for love or money.” “Has Edyth gone bug hunting? No, there she is,” continued Elmer. “None of your sarcastic remarks Slats. Most of you know that ever since I was ‘knee high to a grasshopper’ I enjoyed making an intensive study of bugs. After many years of searching 1 found a perfect Bug, Lazure. To make it more convenient in studying their characteristics we invested in a potato farm near Kenilworth. Mr. Bug Lazure and I are well pleased with our vocation.” “Mildred McCoy. Oh! I beg your pardon. I mean Mrs. William Quist. What wonderful news have you to tell us?” “When Mr. and Mrs. Moe were offered such excellent positions in Colum bia University, they were kind enough to give Mr. Quist and I their places as superintendent and principal of the Big Sandy High School. You Normal Training students would be quite surprised to come back and see your kinder- garten class in high school. The progress the Big Sandy High School has made in the past ten years is too great for words, I request that you all return and observe the great improvements before going back to your residences.” “Mr. Moe, we have given you the honor of closing our delightful evening program. It is no wonder that the class of 1927 has turned out to be socially efficient. We have tried hard to totter after our guiding pilot’s footsteps in the road of success. As long as we live we shall think of him as a superior character in our high school career.” Loud applause, to back this statement, came from the group. The stately looking gentleman arose to give his farewell address. “It is indeed a pleasure to he with the class of ’27 again. I am sure any sponsor wouid feel proud to have one of the members of his class become Governor of Montana, and the rest all holding high positions. Mrs. Moe and I are both teaching in Columbia University. I teach Sociology and Economics and Mrs. Moe is teaching Mathematics, of course. I think it would be quite appropriate to end our reunion by singing the old Sandy High School song. Everyone cheered and the reception room fairly rang with the song: Sandy, Sandy, Sandy High School. Rah, rah, rah. Sandy, Sandy, boom-a-laka bow-wow-wow! We’re some High School, We’ve got the pep; Don’t get noisy, you haven’t beat us yet. Sandy, Sandy, Sandy High School Rah, rah, rah. MILDRED FLATNESS RUTH JOHNSON END The fellow that made the wise crack, “Ears that hear not; eyes that see not,” never had an introduction to Mrs. Moe.

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THE CENTENNIAL Hospital in Havre. I became so enthused with my work that I decided to go to Rochester. There, I am receiving a very high compensation. Mayo Brothers have a wonderful clinic. I recommend it as one of the best in the United States. I see my old pal Jenny smiling. What do you say if we hear from her next?” “That's fine. Come on Jenny, old kid.” “Oh, for goodness sakes! I’ve been so interested in everyone else’s speech and in eating that I have forgotten my own. I’m still interested m athletics. In Vassar college I am a gymnastic teacher. I am formally known back there as Mrs. Arthur Holst. I am sorry to say that I was unable to bring him with me. I thank you for your kind attention.” “Our good old friend John Hemenway is among the group that’s left. Stand up, John, and tell us -about yourself.” “I—er—I—I’m a magneto timer in Ford’s plant at Detroit. Suppose you all know I have chosen Mildred Sivertsen for my life long pal. We are personal friends of Henry Ford and mingle with the high society of the city.” “Well, if I haven’t been greener than the grass in my own front yard!” Elmer stated almost fainting. “If that’s the case you’re next Milly.” Mrs. John Hemenway really did look more beautiful than ever as she arose to give her speech. “I b.lieve John has told about all concerning us. John has certainly proven to be an all around husband. It is a great pleasure to be back among my old time friends. If any of you happen to come to Detroit be sure and call on us.” “Thank you, Milly. We’ll be sure to do that. Let’s hear from our class musician from Calgary, Carl Christofferson.” “I’ve spent many evenings trying to entertain you folks so I don’t think it is fair to expect a long speech from me now. I’m not a great hand for ta kir.g but I sure love to make my fiddle talk. Many ‘old bones’ have made their soles thin by shaking a wicked leg to my old time music.” “P nkie, you ought to have something interesting to tell us.” “I sure have. I fmaLy beat Mary Haburchak’s time; so I am now Mrs. Chuck E nsl:y. ‘The safe sure route to reach a man’s heart, Is via the stomach—not Cupid’s Dart. So if at first you don’t succeed Just trv again—my rule re-read.’ I have been a Domestic Science teacher in Montana State College at Bozeman fer the past four years. Don’t you think I have accomplished two great deeds?” “Th it’s fine Celia, we always knew you would succeed. Well I’m dumb- founded. I’ve been looking at that independent blonde all evening. I have just discovered who she is. Snap out of it, Ruth, but don’t disappoint us by saying you’re married and live on a dry land homestead.” “Oh, you needn’t worry. I’m not in the habit of disappointing people. I have kept up the good morals of the class by remaining faithful to our No rr.al Tra;nirg department. I have been teaching in the Froebel Kinder- garten in St. Louis two years.” “Glad to hear it, Ruth. How are you and your hubby getting along, Louise ?” “Me? Oh, Loma always did suit me fine. I persuaded Mr. Bilile to start a dairy farm near there. Our business is proceeding fairly well.” “I’m getting tired of jumping up and down so often to see who is left.

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THE CENTENNIAL CLASS WILL OF ’27 We, the Senior Class of ’27 of the Big Sandy High School, do on this day of our departure from the Castle of Learning, make our last will before the undersigned. I, Mildred Sivertsen, hereby will my smile and flirting ways to Clarence-------O'Neil. I, Elmer Lindstrom, will to Edith Heck—one (1) bottle of hair slick; three (3) looking glasses; two (2) brushes. Last but not least I leave to Robert Collins my extra height. I, Madeline Kessler, will my ability to get a guy and keep a guy to Evelyn Johnson. I, Mamie Pokorny, will my ability as a matron of “batching quarters to Francis and Helen Korner. I, John Hemenway, will my bashful disposition and studious habits to Dan Cushman. I, Abbie Lund, will to Helen Tingley, my ability to go thru Snowstorms with Happiness. I, Inar Rovreit, while in my right mind, will to anyone who can get away with it, my athletic career. I, Edyth Black, will my “stand in with the lower classmen to any forthcoming Senior who would have enjoyed it this year. I, Ruth Johnson, will my sedate and studious ways to Robert Moe. I, Geneva Pearson, will my boyish ways to Hope Walters. I. Anna Kalanick, will my interest in the Archie Works Co., to Signe Bergby. I, Myrtle Christofferson, will my ability as a guard, to Ruth Green, hoping it will aid her in guarding one unruly person now in her posession. I, Celia Larson, will my “Stack of fond remembrances on the back porch to Charles Ensley. I, Mildred Flatness, now being busy taking care of my unruly Bob, will my interest in Millers to anyone concerned. I, Verlin Hurd, at last departing from the Big Sandy High School, will my snoose container and ability to argue, to Mr. Henning. I, Charles Cole, will my luck at the matrimonial bureau to Miss Tompkins and Mr. Carl Deutschman. I, Walter Godfrey, will to lone Kimble and Glenn Hanson my desks (including Tod’s.) I, Mildred McCoy, will my one hundred per cent ability to Paul Sonk- sen and Walter Porter. I, Carl Christofferson, will my expressive gestures in oratory to Lily Sevick. I, Louise Works, will my sleek hair cut to Ben Wederking. I, Lillian McClellan, graduating from the Normal Training class, will my interest in Hurd's (sweet) potato patch to any Irishman concerned. We, the class as a whole, will our quiet corner, smiling ways, baby faces, sleek haircuts, and matrimonial abilities to the Seniors of '28, re- questing them to do us justice. To the faculty, we leave a world of appreciation, and to the High School in general we will our uplifting influence. Signed, sealed and executed this twenty-seventh day of May, in the year of our Lord, 1927. EDYTH BLACK, CLASS OF '27