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

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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

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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 SENIOR CLASS HISTORY We, of the class which started on its journey along the highway called Education in 1923, have at last reached the first stopping place. From here some will continue along this same highway on through college, while others will set out on the greater highway of Life. As Freshmen we were a large, peppy class ready to meet anything. When our Sophmore year began we found that many members were missing. Some were left behind, while others went to other schools. Although there were only sixteen of us we managed to get our share of the work and pleasure as well. In our Junior year, the class increased in number to about twenty- nine. We put on a successful play called “Professor Pepp” and later gave the Prom at which everyone seemed to have an enjoyable time. This year closed with much anticipation of what the following Senior year would bring. Now this Senior year is almost at an end and soon we will join the ranks of the alumni, there to look back upon our happy high school life. Our class has always been well represented in both boys’ and girls’ ath- letics, as well as other activities of the Big Sandy High School. We wish to thank Mr. Moe, our sponsor, and other faculty members for their help and guidance during the past four years. MAMIE POKORNY, ’27 SENIOR CLASS POEM Not a tear from the eyes of sorrow, But a smile from the lips of the gay, In our world that will be tomorrow, An the world that we have today. The sun that arose this morning Plows on through the mists of doubt, ’Till it reaches the soul that’s yearning To filter the mist clouds out. Classmates of ’27 Shine out in your colors true ’Till the mists from the sun are driven And prosperity shines through. A handshake and cheer for the classes That we leave behind today A “sigh” and a few “alases” For the fellow who fell by the way. A heart full of thanks for the teachers Who taught us to do as we’re told. Let us now take our seats in the bleachers And cheer for the Purple and Gold. Ah, classmates of ’27! The world, it is ours to find. Let others track us to heaven By the good that we leave behind.