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

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THE CENTENNIAL hoping she’ll get along with the teacher as well as I did. I, Willard Ostrum, bequeath my best girl friend to George Quander who will give her the best of care when I graduate. J, Julius Peterson, bequeath my short stops and quick goes to Lucille Schlack, hoping she’ll rest her mind from shorthand long enough to exercise. I, Jack Quander, bequeath my spare time to William O’Neil and sin- cerely hope he’ll quit studying long enough to enjoy it. I, Laura Randall, bequeath my soothing voice to Benton Lauer. I, Robert Ray, bequeath my speed on the B. B. floor to Prank Hilbig and my president s chair in the P. P. A. to anyone who wishes to fill the vacancy by being an extemporaneous speaker, vacancy by being an extemporaneous speaker. I, William Sibra, bequeath my “I gotcha” look to Lanky Atwood. Signed, sealed, and executed this twenty-ninth day of May, in the the year of our Lord, 1936. LEONA BARTLETT EULA MAE JONES CLASS HISTORY Early in September, 1932, the Class of ’36 prepared to enter the feudal manor, Castle Big Sandy. Knowledge and Education were supposed to be our objectives in life, and we were told that here we would be put on the right trail of those treasures. When we arrived, there were three other groups already installed in our castle. One group was called Sophomores—wise fools; another was Juniors, or third-year men; then carme the Seniors, or the fourth-year Knights, who had been in training for three years, and at the end of the ensuing year were e xpected to don the'lr armor and be well in pursuit of the two virtues. We, of ccu.s:, were the lowest of the four groups. We were called Novitiates, or just 1 lain tender feat or greenhorns—in other words, Freshmen. Lord Sykes was the master of the castle, with several under-lords and ladies to aid him. From among this group we chose Lady Albrecht as 'our particular sponsor, and from our own ranks Bessie Black was chosen as our leader. Soon after our arrival we were given our first lessons in obedience and ccurtssy to superiors. Our minds were anything but acquiescent to the hu- m.liating treatment that we received, but the Knights had the Power of Pun- ishment over us, causing none of us to show open resentment. Our upper-class- men at last relented—after one of the most distressful days in our class his- tory—and gave a party in our honor, by which we were supposed to be recog- nized as legitimate fiefs of Castle Big Sanely. We fulfilled our social obliga- tions later on in the year when we retaliated with a similar party for them. Then, one day, we found that we were to be released from active duty for a period of three months. Accordingly the draw-bridge over the wide moat was lowered and we were allowed our freedom. When again we appeared at the castle, we had been promoted to the second group. This year we were supposed to devote ourselves almost exclu- sively to mental and physical training, and some of us did. Two of our men earned a position on the fighting phalanx, where they soon encountered manors such as Port Benton, Chinook and others. As for mental develop- ment—when the highest Castle Honorary Roll was posted there were only

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THE CENTENNIAL THE CLASS WILL We, the Senior class of 1936, being cf sound mind and judgment, and feeling that our days among you are numbered, and acting under no influ- ence of any person, do hereby decree thus—our last will and testament. To the Juniors we leave all our excess dignity and our ability to suc- ceed under adverse circumstances. To the Sophomores we will all the waste paper behind the radiators. To the Freshman we leave the paddles with which they were so enthus- iasticaTy initiated into high school. I, Leona Bartlett, bequeath my latest essay entitled “How To Become An English Teacher’s Pet”, to Orville Komcdoski, who I, believe needs it about as bad as anyone. I, Helen Benbow, bequeath my first chance at .new library books to Ed Trepina, hoping he won’t do too much outside reading. I, Bessie Black, bequeath my ability to hold a football captain, as a beau, to Dorothy Walden, who had hopes of doing likewise. I, Clifford Bfcckhus, bequeth my unique manner cf reeling in Engllsn class to Harold Clark, wTio seems to be on the same track. Good luck, Judge: I, Norma Butler, bequeath my letter writing in school, including paper, ink, and pen—a stamp nowr and then to Inez McCcnkey instead of her do- ing Geometry, to write a fewT letters instead. I, Evelyn Chapman, bequeath my oratorical voice to Pauline Kaiser. I, Bernita Courtnage, bequeath my interest in Box Elder and Ford p.ck- up truck to whoever has a similar interest in view. I, Don Cowger, bequeath my “odd accident” reports to Ila Delp, who may stop chewing gum long enough to recipe the topic. I, Richard Drew, bequeath my “Chris mas is coming and so am I,” wa to Helen Neilssn. I, Clifford Dyr and bequeath my sarcasm to Clara Tord k for some day she might take P. A. D. from a coach. T, Harold Genereux, bequeath my secret cf bow to make a hit with a class president to Norman Haakensen. I, Olga Haburchak, bequeath my impetuosity which is like unto the fe- rocity of a bull-dog to Ella Mae Nepil. I, Ardath Henderson, bequeath my ability to work physics problems and my pull with the professor, to Virginia Turner. I, Lyla Hurd, bequeath my editorial ability of the school paper to Sydney Mosier. I, Pearl :.ngebretecn, bequeath my attentiveness (that I fail to have) in P. A. D. class to the person who so desires it. I, Eula Mae Jones, bequeath what musical talent I have got, to Richard Schmidt, hoping he can hold his position in Orchestra for at least two weeks and won’t have to sit out in the entry. I, Gladys Larson, bequeath my unusual quietness to Jack Mahood, wfio could make good use of it to the fullest extent. I, Alice Littlefield, bequeath my librarian chair to John Hultin, hoping he’ll stay in one place long enough to find out what it’s like. I, Evelin Ophus, bequeath my mathematical power to Leonard Ray so he can say Geometry is a snap. I, Gertrude Ophus, bequeath my World History grades to Lenore Kaiser

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THE CENTENNIAL three names on it, and all three were Sophomores. We still had the same leader we had as Freshmen, but we had changed our sponsor to Lady Mahrt. I don’t believe that either one of them was over- worked this year, because the Sophomores have the least responsibility of any of the four groups. The time soon rolled around to the vacation, and we again found ourselves crossing the moat, via the drawbridge. Third year men have more social requirements than either of the pre- ceeding years. Lord Nagel now became our sponser, and we sincerely appreci- ate his help. Bessie Black was again our President. At one of our largest festivals—the Carnival—someone robbed us of most of our profits and suc- ceeded in making a complete disappearance. We never discovered who the culprit was. From this we experienced a set-back which did not prove to be |too serious. We tried our abilities in dramatics, under the direction of Lord Peelman, by enacting a play, which was at hast as good as its title—“it Might be Worse.” Expenses were cleared and a little profit made, enough to give the Knights a happy send-off on leaving our castle. With that end in view we sponsored a banquet and a Prom in their honor. Tt is we who have tno distinction of establishing the custom of selecting a Queen Ircm the Senior group to preside at this latter function. As the very last thing on the Castle Calendar, we had a picnic. Then came the usual three months adjournment. Once more we assembled in our castle with our group now promoted to Seniors—to Knights. The high-lordship had been transferred from Lora Sykes to Lord Gillespie during the summer menths, but our sponsor remained the same. Bessie Black was, for the fourth time elected President, and auto- matically became the leader of the Castle Group Association, and was also our candidate for Carnival Queen, which title she won. After the Carnival, our next important function was the Senior Play, al- so directed by Lcrd Peelman. It’s title was “Prize Pigs”, and we believed it to be a prize play. Having by this time become financially independent we resolved to edit an annual—the first since the Knights of ’31. Various individuals were as- signed tasks, and most of us were busy for several weeks, at least. Senior Sneak Day can hardly be left out or forgotten, especially by those participating. It is a privilege extended only to Seniors, and one we thorougn- ly enjoyed. Very soon after it the Third-year men gave a banquet, and dance, in our honor. It could hardly be surpassed. We only hope the Seniors next year are treated as well as we were. Finally we found ourselves facing a crowd of spectators, as a man from a neighboring castle gave us some advice. After his speech, we were presenteu with our armor, and told that we were at last ready to start on the trail of 'the treasures. And so ends some of the happiest days of our lives. We are deeply grate- ful to the sponsors and instructors who were so instrumental in neiping us find Knowledge and Experience, or at least the path that leads to them. HELEN BENBOW CLASS PROPHECY Upon receipt of a letter from Willard Ostrum, Montana’s leading farmer, Harold Genereux, a famous scientist with laboratories in New York City, set to work to manufacture an explosive, which, when applied to the nose of a green bug would exterminate it immediately. Alas, his egg supply was gone. On his way home from Jack Quanderis chain store he espied Bob Ray ana his world famous sandlot team having their daily scrimmage. Recalling his