Buffalo High School - Buffalo Yearbook (Buffalo, MT)

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CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of Buffalo High School, County of Fergus and State of Montana, being of unsound mind and disintegrating memory after four strenuous years, do hereby make, publish and declare this as our last and best will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills, bequests, and devises of what- ever nature by us already made. To. the Sophomore Class we leave our quick wits, rapid elucidations, and, best of all, our ability to play hooky without having to make up double for the lost time. To the high school infants (freshmen) we leave our utmost sympathy and our ability to absorb English, Science, math, and all those studies which are be- yond the comprehension of their undeveloped mental capacities. To our teachers; Mrs. Steel, Mr. Baker, and Mr. Aspevig, we leave our worn out books, our good humor in the mornings, and our carved desks, and our ability to get good grades. DON WILLS to Pauline - - - his perfect attendance record in hopes that she can improve it. Mervin — - his ability to get to school on time. Ralph--------his battered up Underwood Typewriter. Chuck-------his height. LORIN WILLS to Ben----------- his ability to keep calm. Mervin------his trigonometry grades. Richard-----his big feet. Pauline - — his ability to get to class on time. VICTOR WILLS to Ben----------- his skinny looks. Chuck-------his running ability for long distances. JoAnne------his ability in math. Diane-------his desk with her initials carved on it. FLOYD WILLS to Ralph--------his physique. Chuck-------his ability to catch girls. JoAnne------his place on the honor roll. Diane-------his manageable hair. PAT WILLS to Mervin------her use of the electric typewriter. Richard-----her ability to play ping-pong. JoAnne - - - her place on the annual staff. Pauline-----her sense of humor. This page sponsored by - Farmers Union, A G Food Store, City Barber Shop, The Fad, in Lewistown.

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CLASS HISTORY Ladies and gentlemen, members of the school board, faculty, members of the class, fellow students, parents and friends. Commencement really means the beginning, but for us it is the end, at least the end of our life in Buffalo High School. In some ways we are glad in some, sorry, but others will tell you about that. My job is to give you an accurate, unbiased history of the class from the time we entered school until the moment we receive our diplo- mas. Three of the members of this class, Patricia Fairbanks, Floyd Biehl, and Victor Askins, started to school together, and have been together all these years. There were two others, Dell Crabtree and Leona Wilber, both of whom moved away from Buffalo in later years. There was no change when we were in the second grade, but in the third we lost Dell. In the fourth grade we suffered no change, but Dennis Kennedy joined us at the beginning of our fifth year. Our seventh year we saw a new face which belonged to Robert Goodman and David Talkington joined us for the eighth grade. When we entered high school Dennis and Ralph Best joined us to make a total of seven freshmen who suffered dearly during initiation. The same seven stayed together during our sophomore year. When we were juniors we found that we had lost Dennis Kennedy, Ralph Best, and Leona Wilber, but Lorin Wilhelms had come from Moore and Donald McKinlay were there to take their places. At the mid-point of that year Don McKinlay and Dennis Best decided they couldn’t take any more and quit. We were surprised to see that Don McKinlay had decided to indulge in an- other year of torture when we came back for our Senior and final year. Pat Driskell was also there to increase the number of our class. May classes yet to come benefit from our accomplishments, and may Buffalo High School live long to help the young people of this community prepare for usefulness in the world outside the walls of school. RESPONSE Dear Senior Class, we, the underclassmen of Buffalo High School, accept with honor the responsibilities you are handing down to us. We will long cherish the honor of the school and its colors of Blue and White. The banner has waved gallantly over the members of this Senior Class. May the Blue of loyalty in- spire us, as it did you, to support this school in all its endeavors. May the White, the sign of integrity, guide our every move to the honor of all that this institution stands for. In accepting the colors from the class of 1959 we feel that we are entrusted with a major responsibility. We’ll miss the good-natured rivalry, the friendship and companionship with the splendid personalities in the outgoing Senior group. We look forward to another year in Buffalo High humbly and hopefully with a pledge to keep the colors, the Blue and White, undimmed, our outlook clear and our purpose high, through the years we’ll follow the gleam handed down by the class of 1959.

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CLASS PROPHECY I am the Crystal Gazer. I alone can tell what will befall each and every one of you. Oh Senior Class of Buffalo High School, hear ye the message I bring. Life is divided into three great periods - the past, the present, the future. The past, with its many happy days of freedom from care, is behind you. It is now only a succession of beautiful memories, that, in years to come, we shall love to recall. The present, with its petty trails, its days of study and the great unknown future stretches out before you, an untraveled road, filled with - you know what. Perhaps it is great joy and success; perhaps sorrow and dis- appointment; perhaps wealth; perhaps poverty; perhaps fame. You go forward with, as it were, your eyes blinfolded, traveling the great road of life, each step opening up something new, something unexpected. But I, with my mystic power, can unfold that future to you and give a brief glimpse of this class, thirty years from today. Then you can judge for your- selves the paths each one has traveled, the efforts each one has made. Listen well, Oh Class of 1959! Give heed to these words of mystic wisdom, as the future is revealed. I see in my crystal ball a great building, rising out of the heart of the city. The name in clear letters over it reads Manufacturer of McKinlay Automobiles; Don McKinlay, President. I see miles and miles of unbroken prairie land. There are thousands of splendid cattle, with cowboys riding in and out among them. The owner of this splendid ranch, sitting at ease on the broad veranda of the handsome ranch house is Victor, and his wife, standing beside him, is - I cannot see her face very clearly. You, perhaps, would predict for Lorin a career in Wall Street, but I have knowledge that he will be chief supervisor of garbage inspection in a nearby municipality. For Pat Fairbanks you see ahead a marriage of wealth and importance but out of the future I bring you word of a successful career as proprietor of a pet shop specializing in trained fleas. There is also a store across the street that has a sale on flea powder. For Floyd I see a double complex. As a result, his reactions will range from blackest despair to sitting on top of the world. He will start something in one mood and finish in another; the result always confusing and sometimes deplor- able. I see Pat Driskell’s occupation to be teacher of auction, duplicate, and contract bridge, successor to work, Whitehead, and Lenz. She will be famed for her always trumping her partner's ace. Dimmer and dimmer grows the ball. Its message is over, and I, too, will say to you my farewell message, Peace-Happiness-Good-bye. This page sponsored by - Bar 19, Anna Boles, McDonalds Department Store, Baird Brothers, Mint Bar Longe, J. C. Penney Company, and Charles Body Works, in Lewistown.