Brady High School - Bulldog / Spotlight Yearbook (Brady, MT)

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LTSR3 AT LAST ’‘CLimb, th tjp T: J v 5 rocks be rugged, was oh of cn repeated motto of the eleven 4 « r -v pioneers who made up ■‘ he caravan that was to ascend that great plain of intelligence. When Was'truj itoV in the caravan started that fall of '31 .Professor wtHinnn. Feterson did the bulk of the pulling. The other herses, Mr. Brown and Mrs. Anderson.being only ponies would kick back at us when we bombarded with our inno- cent wny s. Peterson caused the most trouble, for he would keep balking until we found the right River of Algebra. Evelyn Miller did the driving and Kenneth Boggs guarded the van, for he was the fleetest runner. After a three-months stop to recuperate,we start- ed up the trail agaHn. This time Kenneth did the drivinc. He did not have the support of Evelyn or Lawrence Alzheimer for they had left us. The new four- horse tear, that Kenneth was holding onto was Professor Olson, small, but my, what a puller he turned out to be; Kuntsberger and Rose(if I should write down -Prove it'1 as many times as the latter said it, I should have about ten volumes); and Ray ITims. 77hen we started the second part of our journey, Isabel, Mabel, Jim, and Eldon too’' up athletics as their hobby. We crossed many treacherous rivers, alkali beds and quick sands before we stopped for our second rest, but the strain began to tell; for,when we resu-ed our journey, Clay- ton C-arner, Leader Kenneth Bogrs, and Marion Lockhart were not in the wagon. As the load was small and the horses used to pu‘1- ing us,we went along well with Jim Stinson holding the reins. Me stopped to entertain a fort full of laughing people, with a home-talent play, and let them dance a while afte wards. Me went on a little excursion to get some trees so that we could hold our grand pow-row,The Promemade, with great success. One day the horses found nobody in the wagon, so they pull .d longer for the next five days to make up for that one lost day, when we sneaked away from work. After our third and final rest, we found Marion with us again when we started with about the same team. Marion immediately took over the driving job. V ith the help of the Junior Class Caravan, who sent funds to aid us, we bought a new mimeograph to edit a paper tolling of our experiences. As a symbol of our success in accomplishing the trip,we bought rin- s on which was printed the year our lone drive ended. James Stinson h

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CLASS WILL T A scout from the Junior Class caravan drew his horse to a sudden halt, leaped from the saddle and picked up the oddly shaped box that lay in the dusty trail. He hurried back to his comrades where the box was pried open. A paper had been found bearing the will of the pioneers from the 1935 wagon. As leader of the frontiersmen, Lelah Hill read the crudely written document. Taking the paper closer' to the light cf the campfire, she began: eavins to you, our successors, who find we are missile, these To the Brady valuables: High Schooner horses, Mrs this we give our three Vcseth.Mr. Nims and Mr. Olson,who faithful- ly served us. For them is some hay to be found in the waste basket in the form of torn bits of final examina- tions mixed with gum. (You may find it rather difficult to lasso them to put them back in the traces after their vacation during the summer of 1535.) Occupants of the supply wagon, The Board of Educa- tion, we leave a well-worn prairie schooner to you which you may give with repairs to Mr. Garner to fix. In the furniture-weaving room, Mary Johnson will find inspiration left for her in work done by Loretta Weikum. Jim Stinson leaves his light typing touch to Werner Gollehon. (With this ability,'Werner should be able to accomplish two years of typing in one.) Label Mowbray wills Beverly Underdahl her gum, which she will find under her writing desk in the old schooner. Marion Lockhart bestows upon Maxine Peterson the stinging lash which Marion frequently wields upon the horses. Maxine, beware: Some arguments are fatal. Harold Monson,we wish you to set the caravan walls ringing with your yodeling.which ability is handed down to you from Eldon Garner. Enclosed Dorothy Dyer will find what remains of a I sadly depleted box of tacks left by Isabel McClintoek. Along with the box are instructions for using these , without detection. Hoping that you may profit by our expcrier.ccs,the trailbreakers of '35 wish you luck and say- ’AdicsT Isabel Marion McClintoek Lockhart

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 —CLASS .PRr.PHF.flY------------------------ It was a lovely spring evening in 193R. With the growing darkness, a campfire ap- peared along the dusty mountain trail, and a group of weary travel-worn pioneers sat about It resting. Suddenly came the sound of hoof beats. The tranger who alighted near the group looked fa- Imbitar to the travelers. Then someone gasped, Why if Moisn’t Eldon Garner. Y here have you been keeping yourself? ’’Oh, replied Eldon, Eorest Rcnrer work keeps a fellow pretty busy. I wouldn't have stopped, but I thought I'd tell you to be sure to put that fire out before you leave. ’ Hanger life had dealt badly with Eldon, for he had become a cross, fiery-tempered bachelor, but the group prevailed upon him,to tell them about the rest of his classmates. Eldon sat back,smoking his Dipe and began: ’’Back in 1936, Mabel Mowbray got a notion that Hollywood was the place for her. She was successful from the beginning and we heard that she had been ac- cepted in a play cast. Well, the first time she set eyes cn the director, she proposed to him--it was leap i year--and of course he accepted, and they wont to Europe. That reminds me, Isabel McClintock took a trip to Asia to get material for a book and midway in the ocean the ship sank. She crawled into a life boat and was washed ashore in China. Hsng-Foo 3 pirates swooped down and started to carry her away to the mountains,but they became disgusted and threw her over a canyon. She fell in the river below and escaped. Now she is writing ' a book called 'The Beauties of Asia'. But I ;ot the surprise of my life when I went to the circus. There in a cage was Jim Stinson Above it was the sign 'Wild Man from Borneo’. 1 walked up and said ’Hello, Jim,’ but he gave a warning lock,roared at me and shook the bars of the cage. Jell, I was reading a magazine and there was Morion L-ckhart's picture. She had been awarded the title of champion woman ski- jumper but she ’ski-jumped’ right into some million- aire’s arms and that was that. And Loretta Y'eikum, they say she simply can’t bo be3t at stenographic work—so good, in fact, that she can make the keys melt off the typei riter. One day her heart melted off for tho em- ployer’s son and that was the end of another career. Well, said Eldon jumping to his feet, I’ve got to be going. Don’t forget to put out that fire. And 1 with that he galloped down tho trail. Isabel McClintock