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

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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

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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 boyhood days he lost his dignity, and making a rush after the ball, he dropped the eggs. Boom?—the explosion shook the world. Family trees were uprooted. People were flung into mid-ocean. In the far away China Seas, Skipper Drew and his good ship were just entering Hong Kong with a cargo of wheaties, when Don Cowger, wireless operator, picked up a message which was being sent by Evelyn Chapman from ■the Philippine Islands, where she was a radio announcer, conveying the news, with instructions to proceed with further delay to the scene of the disaster off the coast of N. A. When the ship arrived the crew immediately set about restoration. The first two people to be rescued were Julius Peterson, famous detective, ana Eula Mae Jones, in a striped bathrobe. Julius, having been hit on the head by one of Willard’s chicken-coops, was slightly befuddled, and taking Eula Mae for a convict, had handcuffed her to himself. Eula Mae Jones, known to movie fans as “Petey Jones”, had been surprised by the upheaval while bath- ing at Long Beach. When the last recruit was dragged aboard a great shouting went up when the Class of ’36 realized they had assembled in one congregation—the most talented group of people ever to be rescued from an ocean. A means was then sought to restore them to their former beauty. Mme. Lyla Hurdsky, whose gowns excelled Clarence Tift ingtui'ter’s, took in the sails andi made wearing apparel fit for a king. Their streaming locks were re- stored to their former lustre and beauty by Leona Bartlett and Pearl Inge- bretson, of Bantinge Salon, ,Tnc., St. Louis, Missouri. Dr. Alice Littlefield, •famed brain surgeon, administered typhoid germs! When everybody was comfortably resting in deck chairs reading the latest edition of the New York Times, who claimed as its editor the talented Helen Benbow, the call went- up for dinner. Amid a great rustling of sails, while Senator Dyrland’s stentorian tones were raised in cne of his famous congressional speeches as he proposed farm relief for the starving coal-miners, ithey were filing into the dining hall when the roar of an airplane was heard. One of the Ophus Airline planes arrived bearing the Ophus sisters and Norma Butler, who was filling an appointment as personal secretary to J. P. Morgan. The entire class was now present! Heard in a comer—under a life boat—a vigorous argument on the at- tributes of sheep, sponsored by William Sibra, and polo ponies, championed by Laura Randall. Each was defending their respective ranches. Olga's peace was shattered by their volley of English that upset her decorum. Olga Hab- urchak, Ph. D. positively could not stand bad English, but she was soon soothed by strains of music which floated from the conservatory. Bemeta Courtnage, a singer from the Metropolitan Opera, accompanied by Gladys Larson, graduate of the Leipzig Conservatory of Music, was rendering an eve- ning concert. Clifford Blockhus and Ardath Henderson were having consid- erable difficulty trying to work thedr intricate dance steps into (the varied rythm of the music. They had an engagement on Broadway. Mr. Nagel, un- mindful of the confusion of the past few days, sat calmly drawing winning football plays on the tablecloth for his Stanford team. The time had come for order and the famous executive came forward, paving had much experience in calling meetings to order during her early years in high school and her later years as ambassador to England, Bessie Black, from the crow's nest, cried, “The meeting will now come 'to order.’ LYLA HURD BESSIE BLACK BERNETA COURTNAGE