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

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SENIOR PIRATES A play in four acts. Motto: Onward and Upward ACT I The scene: South Sea Islands. The time : Autumn, 11)2( . Enter Kakalecik: apt. Kackle sea-sick: What ho! Ye young sprite! And where is thv belp- rneet? Sir Johnson : Is the gold pot dwindling and the scroll safe? Wipe that silly grin from thy face, ye young scorpion ! Sir Porter: Aye, aye, sir; I will do all. But—sir? Capt. Kackle-sea-sick: Jehosophat! What now? Sir Porter: Thine helper Miles (Stand-off ish) Panchot was out for his morning swim, sir, and— ('apt. Kackle-sea-sick: Aye, aye, and what of it? Sir Porter: (anxiously) : Well, sir, y’see it was like this sir, it was rather marshy and when he was swimmin' sir, a turtle fastened its mouth on his toe and just about then sire Panchot began to sink, sir, and a mighty fowl swooped down upon him, mistaking his head for a mossy perch, sir, and—(heart- broken ly). Capt. Kackle-sea-sick: Shiver my timbers! There's dirty work afoot, sure! And is Panchot surviving? Sir Porter (warming up) : Aye, aye, sir—we have the unfortunate person lodged in the hermit's hut, sir. But I fear, sir, that he will be i 1 If it to continue the hunt. Capt. Kackle-sea-sick: It is indeed a riddle. We shall have to consult the chief. And—Porter—call Johnson, thy helpmeet. We shall have to consult the scroll. It is high time we engage a new staff for our new embarkment. Sir Porter: (apologetically) : Pardon, sir, but we were consulting the scroll sir, and we came upon the names, sir— Capt. K. (impatiently) : Aye, aye, and who are they? Sir Porter: Sire Larson in your place, sir, and young McKeever his help- meet. Paulus Sonkskin and Sire Moe guard the gold pot and keep (he scroll. Capt. Kackle-sea-sick: Very good; and what report of the treasure? Sir Porter: Bowed-in, Llars-in, Mac-durn-old and Ben-beau have discovered our whereabouts, sir; one thousand kilometers we are from the treasure, sir. ACT II The scene: South Sea Islands. The time: Autumn, 11)27. Capt. Smitt: I see a stranger coming up the path and by the engraving on yon’s bearskin, I should say he was honest and wise. Lips like the last rose of summer and eyes like the violets on the hill. M’arty warms to the presence. Aho! And here is our young Stack. And what brings ye up this fine morning? (Capt. is ignorant of (he “belles bonnie as a May Stack i’s of brains) : ’Tis a sad plight, sir; Sires Bowed-in and Roam-egg fell into (he sea of matrimony. (Very crestfallen.) Capt. Smitt—(characteristically ) : The devil ye say—'Tis indeed a sorry

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY (Continued from Page 14) applause comes from the feminine part of the audience. Great praise should be given to Miss Riddle who started her on her literary career. Ann MacMillan—devotes most of her time to research work in Sociology. At present she is compiling a list of debate topics for high school students— the most interesting of which are: Resolved: “That the world ain t what it used to be.” “There isn’t such a thing as nothing because everything is something.” Resolved: “That a woman is in the right even when she's wrong.” Resolved: “That the best way of cultivating the voice is to be yell leader of your school.” Yell leading has great cultural value for the voice. Hope Walters—proprietress of “La Petite Xoveltie Shoppe” where we notice that the following articles are for sale: a mechanical powder puff, gum guaranteed to keep its flavor on a bed post overnight, the new moonshine cloth which even though washed is still good, silent alarm clocks, and numerous other articles too useless to be mentioned. Madame Sulaski, formerly Mildred Panchot, has just returned from Paris according to the Big Sandy Daily News. She has been on a buying trip for her Fifth Avenue Modiste Shop and now is eagerly beset by well-known society women, begging for just a word with her, just a word as to whether or not the frocks next month will be the popular eighth of an inch longer or shorter; whether burlap or corduroy will be the popular trimming; and whether it would be advisable to send to Montward and (Joinery for dress materials. Not one word do they receive in answer. Madame Sulaski merely smiles and re- fuses to divulge any of her vast store of knowledge. Thelma Moe and Luella Larson—Managers of the Heart Throb Dude Ranch. Run exclusively for homeless, heartbroken heroes—saxophone players preferred. They try to shed rays of sunshine on the darkened paths of these men by providing upholstered saddles with shock absorbers attached, bitless bridles, padded spurs and cork roads. They also run a matrimonial agency as a winter sport finding this work amusing as well as profitable. Luella Larson, Thelma Moe. CLASS WILL (Continued from Page 16) Ray, and my football ability to—well—to Nobody. I may need it later in collitck. 16. 1, Thelma Moe, will my legendary sweethearts to other romantically in- clined girls in Big Sandy. 17. I, Clarence O’Neil, dispose of all superfluous knowledge to Lloyd Marty for use in Chemistry. 18. T, Minnie Madison, will my green eyes to Ruby Wallace and my sweet dis- position to the men faculty members. Signed, sealed, executed, and ordained this twenty-first day of May, in the year of our Lord, 1930. Maybelle Bury, ’30 Bernice Linn, '30 Page Eighteen 19 3 0

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thing. Kackle-sea-sick no doubt will take command for Bowed-in. But—I say— are the gridirons at work? Call Creased-offer and Mac Keever. The enemy is at hand and our band must assemble. Who are our men for the coming season ? Stacks-of-ambition: Yourself and me in one partition sir, and sire Moe and Johnson and Llarson in the other. Mac Keever is to run the race, and rumors have it that he is an able body. (Exit Stack, with flourish.) ('apt. Smitt-in : The English are pesky intruders! Kackle-sea-sick! Llars-in! Response from without.) Capt. Smitt-in : Have you written my reports to the English Chief? Kackle-sea-sick and Llars-in (dutifully) : Aye, aye, sir. Capt. Smitt-in: Heardst thou who is furnishing jungle music around the sir, campfire? Kackle-sea-sick: Chief Hen-sing says we have a goodly lot of musicians from our crew. (Kackle-sea-sick and Llars-in exit and leave Smitt somberly facing the dawn.) ACT III The scene: South Sen Islands. The time: Autumn, 11)28. Capt. Llars-in (love) : And what’s this? Another specimen of the far east? Ho, there, ye young scoundrel—and what is thy name? Y hat? Ho! Ho! Svenn is enough and no more of your pranks, savvy? Wait—hast thou sighted a cun- ning pirate, small of stature, carrying a sheepskin? Alack! Three years has that one been carrying the scroll about. I fear his back is bent from the worry of it. Address that person as Moe and have him scratch thy name in bloodroot. Mow'd ye like to act in a show we are giving? Ah, ’tis the fete of the year—and worthy pirates are taking part, Mac Keever and Sonksldn and Mac-durn-old, and Linn. Aye, and that is not all. Smitt-in and Stack, too, are in it. 'Tis a great day for the pirates. (Brown enters.) Brown: I have consulted with Hensing, sir, and the singing parts are as- signed. Mac Keever has a bonnie voice and T hear young Svenn here warbles also. Smitt-in and Marty, too, are assigned a part. Tis a musical crew ye have here, 'twill be a happy occasion. ACT IV The scene: South Sea Islands. The time: Autumn, 1921). Capt. Sonk-skin: Mystery afoot! Two fair young strangers. One is light and the other is dark. Ah—they approach! And what brings you into our land, fair troubadours? Mad-as-sin and MacMillan (the floss) : We would join your crew, sir. Capt. Sonk-skin: The devil ye say! Moe! Moe! Haul out the quill and the bloodroot. And what can ye do? Mad-as-sin: Methinks High Chief Bruner would be a good boss. Capt. Sonk-skin (with characteristic suspicion) : Aye, aye, ye be plucky. MacMillan (the floss) : Good arguments never escape me, sir. I would de- bate with the opposing band. (Triumphant exit.) (Continued on Page 67) 1930 Page Twenty