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

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er ASS PROPHECY Albert Blake is still a butcher. Do you remember the Great Falls Meat Market? Woll, he bought that. Albert is little but mighty. Ellen Nash is a kindergarten teacher in Honolulu. She has been there tor several years and likes it. Once she wrote that her hair was gray. Isn't that ridiculous? Robert Ellingson is now coaching basketball. Previously he played with a New York team. Last but not least, I was told that Maxine was a marvelous fortune teller. She follows the State Fairs. Mr. Anglemyer and Mr. Seibert are both drawing teachers' pensions and finally living a life of ease. Miss Darlington and Miss Olson have now given up their teaching positions to young girls. Both are married. Truth is beauty; beauty, truth. Therefore happiness is all theirs. Mr. Royels is now proprietor of a Toupee Shop in California. He con- sidered himself first, as you may know. Night had fallen upon us and we were still sitting in the cafe when a harsh voice announced, Closing time. Hearing this we departed. Dale left the next day and I saw him no more. Illusions are rare but when I realized the breadth of my imagination I felt faint. Pulling myself together, I began to do the morning dishes. m

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CRASS PROPHECY School days were o'er and life's real struggle took its cleave. Looking patiently into the west, one could see the open spaces of civilization before him. In that space or any space so easily distinguished, we Seniors of '38, saw our distinctive personalities woven round and round in one great universe —the school. But time marched on and we too had to break that tie. Fortune struck me when Uncle Reem telegraphed, asking that I go along with him. Is it possible that I, Florence, would tour the British Isles! I was in a daze. However, I availed myself of the opportunity. The day came and we were off. What a thrill!!! I was experiencing that previously unknown feeling of adventure. Six weeks passed and Uncle Reem had found me the most delightful school I was ever in contact with. Dramatics was my ambition and I enrolled. Each day new faces and experiences presented themselves until four years had passed. Finally the great day came and I stood with a group of graduating students. Tired of it all, I strolled slowly to the heart of London. Having had a hard day I went to my favorite cafe for a refreshment. Florence Kauk! exclaimed a voice. , Astonished I looked about. There in front of me was a familiar face of long ago. I gasped for breath. It was Dale Armstrongl Amazed at such an incident, we sat down to begin a long conversation. Dale remarked he was a missionary to India and had received a leave to visit in London. He was extremely happy. Dale a missionary! How different from school life! All was well and Dale was still the same old easy going soul of Brady Hi. I was anxious to hear of school days, so Dale went on: Alf, he said, is now a professor in Missoula. He is teaching courses in marital relations. Anna is the lucky lady of the class and is even so fortunate as to wear a pretty diamond. He made a quick glance at my fingers as if to say, Maybe I'm discussing your matters too. I merely smiled and told him to go on. Wayne Berland is broadcasting over KFBB as the great Baron Man- chausen. He is known the country over. And believe me, he's quite a Baron! Cora Mowbray is a stenographer and bookkeeper for Clark Gable. She draws a large salary and oh, how she likes it. Clayton Curtis owns practically half of Brady's farming district. He raises everything from sheep to silk worms. Quite prosperous indeed! Hilda Trost has retired and lives in luxury while her beauty shoppe does a thriving business. She is married and has a son. I'm told he has a contract with Hollywood next summer. Talk about a proud mother. 16]

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IBlbASS WTToTo We, the class of '38, Brady High School, Brady, Montana, bequeath to the student body our school spirit. To the Juniors we leave our row of empty seats—physically if not mentally. To the Sophomores we bequeath our brilliancy. May they profit by it? To the Freshmen we will our behavior and our interpretation of English Literature. I, Albert Blake, will my art of chewing gum in typing class to Eugene Baquec. I, Orvest Ellingson, bequeath my quiet unassuming way to Bob Kincaid. I, Clayton Curtis, will my ability as an actor to Wayne Clinard. I, Ellen Nash, leave although not without hesitation my squeaking clarinet to Anna MacLean. My giggle I will to Martha Keller. I, Robert Ellingson, bequeath my popularity with Conrad girls to James Hill. After all Brady is O. K. I, Alf Larsen, will my ability as a mathematician to Louis Stinson. Louis, I sincerely hope you profit by it. I, Florence Kauk, bequeath my kindly nature and beaming smile to Rachel Jermunson. I, Dale Armstrong, will my sophisticated ways to Dean Gollehon. I, Wayne Berland, will my ability to pay attention in class—even in English Literature—to Fred Froebel. I, Hilda Trost, will my flirtatious ways to Florence Shideler. I, Cora Mowbray, bequeath my ability as a basketball player to Marthelin Kincaid. Hope you miss no more baskets than I did. I, Anne Weikum, will my bass drum and its turn, turn, turn to Betty Mowbray. I, Maxine Peterson, will my ability as an artist to Gladys Kauk. The Spotlight needs you, Gladys. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, The Senior Class of 1938, to this last will and testament, hereunto set their hands and seal this 20th day of May, A. D. 1938. Signed and declared the last will of the class of '38 by the Senior Class of '38, in the presence of all members. (Seal) THE CLASS OF 1938 BRADY HIGH SCHOOL Witnesses: Evelyn Phillips Mildred Hammer Eurma Thody ts I