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

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inspection. The reporting rooms and the ticker tape were also looked at and discussed. Then we started for Gore Field munching on the afore-mentioned bananas. We were stopped at the inspection house and were given little cards with Gore Field Visitor written on them. We proceeded to the Administration Building and gained admittance to the control tower and had a freckled faced, red haired guide assigned to us who was quite smitten by our fair young teacher. From this tower we could see the traffic on the run-ways and could listen to the directions given to the pilot upon take-off or landing. A phonograph disc is made of these directions. From here we went out on the windy ramp and looked at some of the pickled planes there. One was a B-17 that had been on 64 missions and still flew home. These planes were patched up and covered up. The wind did drastic things to all the hair-dos' that the rain had left. The Link Trainer Building was our next stop. Here we watched one of the pilots flying blind . Eddie Pokorny was allowed to sit in one of these trainers and try out the controls. For our supper, each person was allowed to go where he wished. Some went to the Club Cafeteria, Hank's Kitchenette or the Mandarin Cafe (for chop suey). After rushing through this meal, we dashed down to the Civic Center to see the show, Where Are Your Children? . One movie was not enough so we also went to see Barbary Coast . Then, would you believe it, we were hungry againi So Hank's Kitchenette received our patronage for coffee and cake for the third time that day. By 11:00 we were on our way home because the last of the bananas had run out, along with our energy. BLAZED TRAILS 1945 —Mernie Wright PROPHECY Hello there! Remember the Class of 1945? There were seventeen of us that spring, and all expecting to graduate. But that was all ten years ago, and time marches on and we have somewhat lost touch of each other. So now I, MERNIE WRIGHT, am off on a trip to assemble a report for my boss, the President of the World Council in charge of traffic on Mars, with branch offices all over the world. The starting point is San Francisco. While waiting for my plane to warm up, I outlined my plan of flight. One of my fellow waiters (not Hashers ) kept watching me as though she recognized me. When our eyes finally met, I saw that it was MARGARET BAKKE. She explained that she was usually in charge of an excursion by air from San Francisco to Lisbon, Portugal via Peking, but that she was now on vacation and was waiting for her plane so 1 7

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Works and got a free handout. We were quite fascinated by the working of the machine, but it would take too long to explain why the thingamabob hops up and down when the whatchmacallit hits, and then the dojigger returns to its original position. Really much too complicated! Each person got a pencil and a ruler with Coca Cola advertisement on them, but some got two pencils. How come? We also visited the Cowboy's Museum, but it was closed so we didn't go in. The Paris was next. We all felt important when we had the reserved dining room to ourselves and an assigned waitress. Everyone had roast turkey and dressing for the main course, (on meatless Tuesday) but desserts differed. We had a choice of chocolate cake, butterscotch chiffon pie or sherbet. After this satisfying meal, the girls roamed through the store or rode up and down the elevator just for the ride of it; (except Blanche Riley, who just couldn't ride because it upset her stomach.) The boys departed for parts unknown. At 1:00 a man took us on a tour of the Paris. We saw the fitting rooms, kitchen, ready-to-wear department, shipping and receiving departments, office, how the elevators work, and the window display workshop. Then our guide treated us to an orange drink. When we came out of the Paris, the rain had stopped. By 2:30 we were ready to visit KFBB and the boys were in fine style and practice with their pea-shooters. Their deadly aim brought amazed looks and cries of anguish from unsuspecting passers-by that got caught in the fire. In the station they were persuaded to pocket these lethal (?) war weapons. LeRoy Stahl explained some of the things that we could understand, then we remained in the studio while Roscoe Kearnen played the Hammond Organ for his regular program. While he was on the air, scarcely a noise was made. Some did not resume normal breathing until it was over. Mr. Hood had joined us here at the station and thanked Mr. Stahl and Mr. Kearnen for their kindness in telling us about the station and the organ, respectively. The Tribune Office was next. We experienced no little difficulty with the revolving door. In fact, Bobbie Green went around five times before Eddie Pokorny had the presence of mind to yank him out. The Great Falls Leader was being run off in the press room. We all craned our necks to watch the process. The man in charge explained the number of rolls of paper and the drums of ink used in a year. While in the building, we visited the Newspaper morgue which is the place where clippings are sorted and filed and kept for references. It is in this file that the Tribune has information and pictures, if obtainable, of all the important people in the world. The attendant dragged out a few items about Big Sandy for our 16

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as to make that tour in reverse or rather San Francisco to Peking via Lisbon, Portugal for the novelty of it. It was really all quite confusing. (Before I really get started, may I say that if there is any similarity between this and a regular airline flight, it is purely coincidental.) Maggie and I discussed old times for awhile and then she mentioned that MURIEL LUND was teaching in Alaska. So to Alaska I went in my little private plane, to see what Muriel had to say. Muriel said that she had just finished teaching the Eskimos a new form of Pig-latin. This next semester her pupils are going to rewrite the English language and revise Webster's Dictionary. So off again. The next stop, Big Sandy, to revisit the place of our secondary learning. There to my great surprise was BOBBIE GREEN. Bobbie had decided on a musical career upon graduation, but life was too sharp . Bob became flat broke and returned back to Big Sandy to measure time selling toothpaste in an accordion -pleated tube. Bob mentioned that he heard CLINTON HAGEN was in Denver. So, on to Denver, where Clem has at last claimed fame for that voice of his. Listen every Friday evening to hear Clem on his Wild Western Dramatization of Cowboy Stories doing the woeful ballads. His forlorn renditions bring tears to your eyes. While in the neighborhood, I dropped over to see EDDIE NYGARD at New Orleans. Eddie has a fleet of motor boats on the Mississippi River. Once a month he stages a race in which several of the more enthusiastic population participate. Nothing exciting, other than a few wrecks, ever happen, so Eddie plans for a race across the Pacific Ocean. Oh, by the way, I hear Eddie had quite a time at the Mardi gras last season. Odd, isn't it, what bits of information one can pick up while traveling around? LEONA SANFORD I located in Dayton, Ohio. She is running a hamburger stand with Barnum Bailey's Circus in the day time, (her hamburger a la Leona is famous) and is the tight-rope walker in the evening show. Leona had had a card from BLANCHE, or rather Sergeant, Riley. It seems that Blanche had joined the WACs upon graduation and was doing drill work in a WAC center in Memphis. After visiting with Blanche awhile, I could still hear her hup-2-3-4 as I took off for Miami. Miami is one of the resorts that MARGARET COLE calls home for a few days while vacationing. Maggie married a titled multi- millionaire Englishman and was trying to make up her mind about a new spring outfit when I arrived. After going through all the dress shops she settled on one made of lacquered spider webs, sequins, and ostrich feathers, and gold lam ?. Lady 18