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

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I, Mariam Olsen, will my passion to appear on the stage on numerous occasions to Ratty Allderdice. May she have as much fun as I did. I, Arnold O'Neil, will my curly hair to Orval Christofferson. I, Allan Pearson, will my position on the football team to George Rice. I, Elizabeth Petr, will keep Allan. I, Howard Rice, will my place in school to anybody that wants it. I, Irene Shurtliff, will my ornery pranks to Burl Miner to add to his collection. I, Shirley Siebrasse, will my football tactics in the locker rocm to Corkie Brady. She is the one that taught me the plays in the first place. I, Howard Wright, will my wit to Richard Tyler. We, the Seniors, will the new cyclorama to the high school. We, the Seniors, will our quiet class meetings to the juniors. We, the Seniors, will our books to the sophomores. We, the Seniors, will leave the freshmen in peace.

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 44 Ti tii I, Bill Allderdice, will my blue Chev to Ralph Bahnmiller. I, Joyce Archibald, will my long hair to Bessie Rada. I, Robert Boettcher, will my geometry book to the next poor unfortunate student. I, Anita Buchholz, will my artistic ability to Leo Bitz. I, Marlyn Cornett, will leave Mariana till she finishes school. I, Jerry Drew, will my slimness to LeRoy Hurst. God only knows he can use it. I, Ed Ellingson, will my height to Cliff Gullickson We, Mona Edwards and Maxine Petrock, will our ability to be too ill to attend school on the same day to Ethan Edwards and Bud Marty. I, Michael Gibbons, will my ability to stay at the end of the class to Ray Giebel, may he use it to his best ability. I, Betty Gullickson, will leave the Chemistry Laboratory in one piece. I, Darlene Handford, will my job in the office to any student who wants to get in good with the superintendent and principal. I, Irene Kaiser, will my job as editor of the Rouser to any ambitious student. I, Norma Krumsick, will my sewing ability to Marilyn Humes. I, Gwendolyn Littlefield, will my laugh to Walter Gerson. I, Betty Lou Lawrence, will my seat in detention class to Doris Matthews. I, Jim May, will my position as Senior class president to whoever is elected next year.

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(}t Z44 P( e K Outward Bound Snow-white sails in the sunset Of our high school days, depart. To carry us out on the sea of life. Where for each waits a special part. The tide of life has run too fast As it ripples o'er the years. And we're sorry to leave the dear old school. And the games, and the team, and the cheers; But there's no time to linger now. And wish for those by-gone days; Our future's begun, as it has before. For others in other Mays. Sure, we'll miss the kids we knew. And the slamming of locker doors. The teachers who filled our empty heads. With boring, but priceless, stores; The study hall, where one just couldn't. The chats at the library counter. And the big, old clock on the 'ssembly wall The center of interest and wonder; The groans at sight of a long assignment, (Though almost as loud when short) And all the other things we knew. At anchor in school's sheltered port. The paths we walk won't be the same. And many and varied our parts. But mem'ries of our years together will be Tucked closely away in our hearts.