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

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Sneak Day Four o'clock on the morning of May 14 found most of the seniors in front of the school waiting for the bus that was to take them on their sneak trip. Some had stayed up all night just to make sure they didn't miss the bus—it was a half hour late. While they were waiting, several of the girls ran a lap around the track just to get in shape for the trip. The first stop was at the Gates of the Moun- tains. The boat trip through the Gates was interesting as the pilot pointed out strange forma- tions in the rocks. Some of us never did see the alligator on the cliff. After a picnic lunch, we hiked along the trails and picked up a few woodticks. The next stop was Fronfier Town near Helena where we shopped for souvenirs and visited the museum. At four in the afternoon we arrived in Missoula. We stayed at a motel near the edge of town this first night. Some of the students went to a show and others had a party. Considering the food consumed at the party, it was a miracle that some could continue the trip. It was about 10:30 this first night that a bit of laundry was done and hung on the rear view mirror of the bus to dry. Stops always mean food. George. Marshall, Fred, Jerry On our way Rich, Gloria, Sharon, Jerry, Helen, Legs unidentified. The next morning, with a little sleep tucked under our eye lids, a cold bath, and some breakfast, we were on our way north. We stopped at the Bison Range where we saw the fam- ous White Bison. We took some pictures then drove on. We stopped once again to feed candy and other leftover lunch goodies to a scraggley little deer. We then drove on to St. Ignatius where we visited the old Mission Church and admired the beautiful pictures there. After dinner at Ronan, we drove to the resort which was located on the shore of beautiful Lake Blane. Mr. and Mrs. Fciiows were our hosts and saw to it that we had a wonderful time. Ready for the boat ride. As soon as the bus stopped, the boys headed for the boats on the shore and the girls ran to the cabins to see where they were going to stay. After the cabins were assigned, the girls donned shorts and went rowing. Marcia, Fred, Sharon, and Jerry must have gone turtle hunting because they came back with several specimens. A few brave souls went swimming. The Admiral thinning the coffee he had made. 19

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This year, FIFTH GRADE, Marcia and Marshall Kulbeck and Loren Jenkins were caught smoking weeds behind the outbuildings at the rural school which they attended. After a long and serious talk with the teacher and a note to their parents, they learned about crime and its punishment. The year they were in the SIXTH GRADE was the year they raised white mice. Mr. Smith and Mr. DeRosa were the teachers. This year Arvid Galbavy and Joyce Terry joined the class. It was in the SEVENTH GRADE that Linda Brinkman and Helen LaBuda hit Joyce Terry with a book and Joyce fainted. All three then had to clean the band room windows after Joyce had re- cuperated. Mr. Schwartz was the teacher. It was during the summer before the class en- tered EIGHTH GRADE that Sharon Peterson met Bonnie Sevick. Bonnie sat down with Sharon and started talking about boys. She never stopped. This year the rural students joined forces with the town pupils to find out what high school was about. Those who entered at this time were Bonnie Sevick, Jane Clark, Marshall and Marcia Kulbeck, Sharon Peterson, Loren Jenkins, Bob Robertson, George Drga, Richard Cook, John Jirsa, Elsie Boehm, Maribeth Pokorny, Fred Haakensen, and Marvin Osterman. It was at the beginning of our FRESHMAN year that Mr. Hammond started his job of piloting our class. He ended up as Admiral of the Lake Blaine Canoe Fleet when we were seniors. Gloria McNeill was Homecom- ing Princess this year. It was during the SOPHOMORE year that the class, the boys, learned the hard way about shooting spit wads. Jane Clark was the target. Arky went South this year. Marcia, Marshall Elsie The JUNIOR year found Fred Kaste and Bob Robertson having difficulty with English. Thev did some contemplating on this sub- ject on the long, hard bench in the office. It was during the SENIOR year that the class learned the difference between boys and girls. Boys do not go on girls' camp out trips. Eighth Grade Graduates 1 8 Sharon, Marcia, Gloria, Elsie Bob Bill

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That night a delicious ham and fish supper was served in the main lodge. About eight o'clock every- one went roller skating. This first skating party was as good as a floor show. In fact, some of us were on the floor most of the time. At 10:30 our host built a beach fire for us and we had a weiner roast. First evidences of crime were de- tected here. It was learned that someone had short sheeted Mr. and Mrs. Hammond's bed and had put leaves in Miss Hanley's bed. Curfew that night was twelve o'clock. With the help of some of the boys and Mr. Hammond most of us got fires going in the wood burning stoves. The next morning we arose to find that it was raining but this didn't seem to dampen the spirits of the group. Hopes of getting a sun tan were gone, but we went roller skating and boating. The afternoon was spent in sleeping, ironing, playing cards, and fishing. After a delicious turkey dinner that night, Mr. Hammond brought up the subject of his little black book and some of us were a bit worried. Our host then brought out a little English motor boat. After everyone else had had a turn, Mr. Hammond went for a ride. We don't know whether he was too heavy, the lake was too rough, or he was looking for the warm springs which were supposed to be at the bottom of the lake, but the little boat threw him. Jean, Jerry, and Gloria fished him out and towed him to shore. Richard Cook and Richard Schwartz retrieved his hat. George Drga offered advice from his canoe. Mr. Hammond lost his little black book out there in the middle of the lake. Where are the cats? Arvid, Fred, Linda. Elsie, Jane and Joyce Heading north from Missoula The group went to the lodge that evening where they danced and had lunch. Everyone had a good time and pictures were taken for the annual and for other purposes. Joyce Terry loaned Mr. Hammond an alarm clock that didn't work so we almost overslept on the morning we were to leave. On the trip back, we stopped to see Hungry Horse Dam but didn't get to see much through the rain and snow. Everyone complained about the poor food on the way home. Perhaps we had been spoiled by the wonderful meals at the lodge. We arrived in Big Sandy about 4:30 Sunday after- noon just in time to change our cfothes for Baccalaureate services that evening. 20 Laundry, Joyce? Marcia-feet and bangs.