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

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JUNIOR CROSS-SECTION NAME NICKNAME FAVORITE SAYING Audrey Arrison Audy Foo Rosalie Balazio Rosie No Sir Tony Balazio Slim Says Who? Arabella Berlinger Honey Ah 1 go on Wilifred Berlinger Willie Bugs Rosella Blookhus Babe Sure Vernell Dyer Nelly Gee I Dunno Walter Sriokson Wally Nuts Alexander Haburohak Alex Aw % Pauline Kaiser Sissy Ohl Chet Orville Komodoski Kom ?- —! t 1 Mildred Lloyd Millie HonestT Robert MoConkey Bob Ohl yeah Ella Mae Nepil Ella Thats what you think Geneva Olson Genny Ohl I don't know kid William O'Neil Bill Soram Helmer Ophus Curly Did you say something? Lillian Petr Lil Ohl let me see llaek Quinn Buok Aye Aye Clyde Reiohelt Riok X guess so Amos Svennungsen Aoe How come? Arthur Svennungsen Art For oripes sake Lenoard Sorensen Lenny Huh? PASTIME WANTS TO BE SECRET SORROWS Horses Mrs Ed Beaudett Dreaming Fortune-teller Ed Trepina Ella R Do©tor Bethel Henderson Walking Stenog Chester 8taok Trapping Priest Hope Richard Western Romances Opera Singer Geo. Quander Sewing Model Geo Jurenka Aooordian Comedian Bessie Trepina Edna Musician Ethel Menson Jaok M You Guess E Bahnmiller Sleeping Rip Van Winkle Elma Shore Fort Benton Everything Greg Henderson Reducing Coach Martha Kosteoka Star Gazing Alone Dewey Williford primping Actress Richard Schmidt Oboe Loved Ethel Campbell Talking to the girls Good Looking Willoa Tingley Studying Teacher Gil Henderson Soouting Admiral Marjory Hill Farming Street Cleaner Irene Pratt Waking Art Ladies Man Rebecoa Sibra Family Flivver A Man Lil Jurenka Counting Freckles Artist Helen Pearson (9

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JUNIOR CLASS WILL We, the Juniors and class of 39, hereby declare in our sound minds and bodies our last will and testament. To the Sophomores, we leave the knowledge we have obtained in our Junior year. To the Freshmen, we leave the marked-up books, waste paper, (and good-will?) with our teachers. Individually, the class of 1939 bequeaths: I, Audrey Arrison, bequeath my intereat in the prairie to Alice Henderson, I, Rosalie Balazic, bequeath my ability to disturb English class to Bascom Delp, hoping he will understand, I, Tony Balazic, bequeath my accuracy in Typing to Marian Henderson in case she takes Typing, I, Arabella Berlinger, bequeath my laughter to forever echo through the halls, I, Wilfred Berlinger, bequeath my long strides to Ruth Hultin. I, Rosella Blockhus, bequeath my silvery voice to Nora Berg. I, Vernell Dyer, bequeath my usual quietness to Lawrence Matthews. I, Wally Erikson, bequeath my splendid ability to get library excuses to Ed Laulo. I, Alex Haburchak, bequeath my long practiced feat of holding two jaw-breakers in my mouth and reciting in class to Noreen Welty. I, Pauline Kaiser, bequeath my ”I-got-ya look” and musical ability to Constance Jorgensen. I, Orville Komodowski, bequeath my entertaining qualities to Ronald Upham. I, Mildred Lloyd, bequeath my ”head-of-the-cless wisdom” to Jean Frame. I, Robert McConkey, bequeath my ways with the opposite sex to Bob Martin. I, Ella Mae Nepil, bequeath my ”Dorm” experiences to Dick Moes thinking that he has possessed almost as much as I have. I, Geneva Olson, bequeath my love of going home every week-end to Helen Petr, in hopes she can tear away from Dick Moes long enough to use it. I, William O’Neil, bequeath my lordly ways and social standing to Bob Tingley. I, Helmer Ophus, bequeath my ”cock-of-the-walk strut” to Clarence Randall. I, Lillian Petr, bequeath my sedateness and love of dissecting to Kenneth Chauvet. I, Mack Q,uinn, bequeath my blond curls to Alva and Alma Jappe because I know they can’t be separated, hope there’s enough for both. I, Clyde Reichelt, bequeath my boxing abilities to Betty Jones to amuse herself when she’s alone. Don’t hurt yourself, Betty! I, Lenoard Sorensen, bequeath my freckles to Edna O’Neil so she may be more like William. I, Amos Svennungsen, bequeath my ”bashfulness” to Thelma Skaalure in hopes it won’t effect her too much. I, Arthur Svennungsen, bequeath my football, basketball, and American History knowledge to Vernon Hansen. WITNESSES: 9X52 Rosella Blockhus Audrey Arrison

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JUNIOR CLASS PROPHECY Time: Summer of 1950 In answer to a teacher’s prayer, being realistic and not fictional was somewhat of a shock to me. It was true. I, Edward Hollister, having been to Alaska coaching my Pion- eers, am now going for a trip around the world taking the Junior class President, Mildred Lloyd, with me. You see, Mildred s uncle had died soon after she graduated from High School and had left her a measley million or so. She has been living in her summer home in Northern Greenland for the past ten years. She made an agreement with me the other day that if I would promise to find her a husband she would pay the expenses for an airplane trip around the world with plenty to eat and a promise of a good time. (The only thing that worries me Is where am I going to find her a husband)• When we had packed and had settled in the plane I glanced at the pilot, who was actually grinning at Mildred. It was no other than Amos Svennungsen, the head pilot of the large concern in New York City. (Perhaps I have found a match for Mildred already). I glanced out of the plane window and saw a large yellow roadster burning up the pavement. It stopped right next to our plane. Can you take us to South Africa? We just missed our plane a few minutes ago. You see, we re on our honeymoon. Why it was no other than Pauline Kaiser and Arthur Svennungsen. Of course, we were glad to have them so we were on our way. Flying over Canada I happened to look down only to gaze upon what seemed to be a small village. Upon investigation I found that it was the estate of William O’Neil. I had the pilot, Amos, land so that we could visit our dear class mate. William seemed glad to see us but was very busy writing up a report of Whiz- Bang. I noticed a very pretty girl curled upon a couch in one corner. We asked William if that was his wife, but it was merely his secretary and wife to be, Arabella Berlinger. Arabella raced out to the kitchen and came running back with a couple of girls behind her. One of them was Lillian Petr, William’s cook, and the other Ella Mae Nepil. After a very friendly conversation we were on our way again. We went from there straight to New York where we stopped at a night club to celebrate in honor of the newly weds. After dinner the Aces of Rythmn Orchestra assembled. Art then informed us that he had taken dancing lessons in the Hawaiian Islands and would teach us the new version of the tango. We agreed so Art went up with the intentions of asking the Orchestra to play a number that we could dance it to. He came running back and made us all go up to the Orchestra platform. Why, the piano player was Audrey Arrison and the saxaphone player, Leonard Sorenson. The Orchestra gladly played the number we requested and when we had finished that dance it was time for the floor show. Clyde Reichelt came running out on the floor and swung into a hilarious tap-dance. He recognized us and came over to talk but it was then almost twelve o’clock and Clyde had a date with Geneva Olson who is in New York taking vocal lessons so had to hurry off after a few minutes. We boarded our plane and were off for South Africa. We reached there a couple of days later—stopping at the airplane filling station. The leading man was expecting us, but we had no idea that it would be Robert McConkey, an ex- coach from Notre Dame and present diamond king of Africa. After a hurried conversa- tion we journeyed on our way to Ketche where the newly weds planned to honeymoon. Upon entering a hotel who did we see sitting behind the desk other than Wilfred Berlinger who has charge of the night work in the hotel. After spending the night there we decided to leave for Italy. We landed in Venice early the next morning. Do you remember Helmer Ophus? Well, we found him on one of the Gondolas where he was employed as entertainer for love birds. The next day we decided to visit the famous fortune-teller, Madame Pruchitkj. Well, it was Rosalie Balazic.From there we went to China where we accidentally met Orville Komodowski cleaning the streets In Hedachknirsik. From there . we went to Tokyo and found Vernell Dyer, and Rosella Blockhus teaching the Japanese women to cook and sew. Pauline decided to take a few lessons so we stayed a couple of days longer than we expected. As we were about to leave Tokyo we were stopped at the airport for investigation. Thank heaven we got by--, but of course, we would since Tony Balazic was head inspector. Our next stop was at Vuxe, Russia—the city noted for its comedians and vaudeville entertain ers. As you might have guessed—’tv as there that we ran into Alex Haburchak and Wally Erikson. They certainly had made a name for themselves. We spent a couple of days with them, and then headed for Holland. We really had great fun there—wearing wooden shoes, picking tulips and watching the windmills run. Our biggest thrill came when we saw Mack Quinn sitting on a dike and holding hands with a sweet little Dutch girl—and what’s more picking pretty little tulips for her I He truly looked cute in wooden shoes, extra large and the usual Dutch costumes. He certainly had changed from his usual football hero’s ways, but that didn’t keep him from being good old Mack. ? e finally arrived in the United States again, and we re very much pleased with our journey, and our visit with all our old students and class mates.