Bridger High School - Scout Yearbook (Bridger, MT)

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CHIEFTAIN 1946 FRESHMAN Betty Chester Beatrice Jack Ryan Schwend Siemson Teeples Phyllis Ted Tew Thormahlen Mr. Hunter

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CHIEFTAIN . . . 1946 FRESHMAN 1 Wjt Si M - -1 Mti Bliflu ■ 4 Emma LaVerne Bryce JoAnn Donald Raymond Bieber Blohm Clark Clark Delmonica Dietz The green freshman class of 2S was greeted into high school with a week of initiation ceremonies and a pfcrty sponsored by the sophomore class. Two weeks later the freshmen responded with a return party. To lead them thrcoigh their first year of high school they chose as president. Bill Ludwig; vice president, Hermina Laber; secretary-treas- urer, Betty Ryan; councilors, Hermina Laber and Cliff Graham, and sponsor, Mr. McBride. Beginning the new year, January, 1946, the class presented an all- western assembly program. By winning over the sophomores, the fresh- man boys were able to place third in the spring interclass track meet. During the latter part of the school year the class, directed by Mr. Scott, gave two short plays to the public, “Don’t Feed the Animals,” and “Mail Call,” and speeches were given by JoAnn Clark, Bill Ludwig and Bryce Clark. Ralph Henry Alice Clifford Dolores Florence Foust Geary Graham Graham Helzer Jares Hermina Bill Bruce Betty George Don Laber Ludwig Miller O’Shea Preuninger Preuninger

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CHIEFTAIN . . . 1946 CLASS PROPHECY As I walked through the dust to a ragged old tent I saw an old gypsy with shoulders so bent. I decided to ask her right then of the fate Of the thirteen wise seniors whose plans were so great. Sez I, “What’s in store for those Jacksons and Chicks, Those witty, wise seniors of class ’46?” She beckoned with fingers so skinny and lean, And her beady brown eyes turned practically green. As she led me within to a stand by the wall And seated herself by a huge crystal ball. The present receded ’neath her gaze so intense As she looked to the future, some twenty years hence. “I see,” said the gypsy in sonorous tones, “A rosy round figure with well-padded bones. Mod’ling davenport covers is right up his alley. When he was a freshman— ah, ‘How Green Was My Vally!’ “Who’s this? A stenographer, pretty and trim Is running an office with vigor and vim, For Jeanne, that gal coyly fascinating, Has married the boss and now does the dictating. “A gymnasium is our next hero’s setting. Where the fans on Bulgy Brown’s muscles are betting. He beats on his chest and smooths back his locks For he’s the Charles Atlas of the Bobby Sox. “Anne Eckerman now is revealed in the glass, And her plans to become a designer, alas, Have gone; with two little gushers, much she’s endured. For t’was her designs upon Cliff that matured. “And now a policeman my crystal reveals Who bears a resemblance to W. C. Fields. Now Officer Graham stops the cars in their flight. How handy! He uses his nose for the light. “Our Betty who aspired to be a musician I see instead as a children’s technician. She seldom goes out of her own little home, Where her own little grace notes about her do roam. “And who is the lad at the old P K With cleaver in hand and his manner so gay? It’s Freddy, and in his staid tracks we see clamber Two gay little girls with hair ‘Forever Amber.’ “Doris still has her beaming physiognomy For she married a man with a Ph. D. They are happy and sleek as two little birds. For he feeds her on sesquipedalian words. “In a club-room now, of the Great Hoot Owls, President Jurovich rants, raves and scowls At the lesser members who fail to agree With his Major Hoople philosophy. “Pat Hares has gone far in a musical way. Of the Blond Booper’s Band she is leader, I say. Despite shattered nerves and back aching like doom. She’s displaced Hildegarde at the famed Rawleigh room. “I now see Prof. Wood of trend intellectual. Whose defense mechanism proved most ineffectual. For a pretty young blonde with approach scientific Won the Fred Astaire of the Dutch Hop, terrific. “Now Carolyn Jo is a lass of renown Who has brought fame and fortune to old Bridger town. An occulist now our Carolyn has become. Who gives people the eye instead of the thumb. “Bob Merrill, our famed and great engineer, Is creating designs both graceful and clear. Is it any wonder with a wife so tasteful. That Engineer Merrill’s designs are so Graceful?” I paid her swiftly and left the place Content to know that fate had the grace To deal not not too many hard kicks To those dearly loved seniors of old ’46.