Carter County High School - Medicine Rock Yearbook (Ekalaka, MT)

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To Jean Macnab: Leona Aumedy’ s knowledge of dancing. To Sadie Kirkwood: Alberta Pangburn curly hair.r rj-o Crtie Hough: Dick Tooke bequeaths :;he guardianship of Janice Oliver during her high school care r. To Vernon Rang: Billy Cook’s athletic phy- sioue, rnd oosition on the main team in Basket Ball. To Dorthy Beach: Lola Albert’s art of vam- ping all new comers. To all the girls: Ben Brownfield’s picture for them to quarrel over. To Maxine Lantis: Velva Whitney's dignity. To Ralph Newbary and Elizabeth Gross: „ Helen and Ben leave the distinction of having the only serious case in school. To Gordon Allan: Margaret Hardy’s ambition. To Bessie McCord: Mary Scrugg's set of reducing records. To Vera Beltz; Blanche Davis leaves her posi- tion on the grade sheet'in hopes than it will continue to be filled with A's. To Glenn Bruner: Georgia Griffin’s gray matter. To Chat Oliver: Josephine Lane's ability to bring aoout diversion. To Mr. Tovey: The Senior Girls wish to leave their collections of cheap novels to read and enjoy as he sees fit. Witness our hand and seal this Seventh Day of April, in the Year of our Lord, nineteen hund- red and Thirty. (SISKEP)The Senior Class Leigh °ymns BY : : Betty llan WITNESSES Lester Hubbard. Thelma Van Hook Helen Lantis.

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SENIOR ILL We, the Senior Claes, of 1930, of Carter County High School, about to leave these halls, of knowledge, being of sound minds, do hereby, in the presence of witnesses, file our last will and testament. To our successors, the Junior Class, we bequeath our originality and artistic tastes, and also the one superiority complex of which we can boast. To the Sophomores, we leave the old adage, Pride goes before a fall. Ao the Freshmen, we leave our whole-hearted good- will and encouragement. To the Faculty, as a whole, a fountain oen which will mark nothing but A's. To Hiss Gill: A bright shorthand class for the year of 1931. To Hr. Tovey: Cur deepest regrets that he will never see a better class graduate from any high school. To Mrs. Hunt: A recommendation of an understand- ing sponsor. To Miss Marts: Her mother's consent. To Hr. Barrick: A brilliant future in Missouri. PERSONALS . ' To Loretta Johnston: Dick Tooke's sunny smile and un-prejudiced attitude. To Alyce Davis: Ina May Sjoblom's ability to catch a husband. To Ralph Jennings: Pearl Cornish's nanly stride. To Cra Elmore: Della Johnston's knowledge of modern authors, principally Peter B. Kyne. To Billy Olsen: Lawrence Cunningham's ability as a basket ball player. To Morris Renshaw: Paul Jerb's cave man complex. To Elizabeth Gross: Betty Allan's knack of chattering. To Lillian Gullickson: Leigh Symn's giggling. To aArl Thompson Lucile Mile's way of getting arounc teachers.

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— CLAr:S PRCFHEOY 0 Slowly 1 walked to the post office one warm after- noon, hoping in my heart that there would he a very Important le uer, uut not daring' to hope there was. On opening the box I was surprised and delighted to see a very fat letter addressed to Mrs. Jones beimc myself. I carried the letter home end retreated to a far corner of the g?ra.en to read it. It was not much cut it ccni'r ined all X cared to know I had a position traveling for the Government. With a blind mother-in- law and six children to take care of this income would certainly help me. By the middle of the nest week I had started on my trip. My lirst stop was Missoula. After visiting several different homes I came to one settled back among the trees. A brown haired boy of about four was making airplanes in. the iront yard. On ringing the door cell a dark haired woman with grey eyes met me at the door and on my inquiry as to her name she told me it was Mrs. Ben Brownfield. Ben, Helen told me, was an air mail pilot. Helen turned on the radio and in a lull in the conversation we heard stirring- strains of the melody being broadcasted from Chicago. The pianist was none other than Velva Tnitney. I was fery glad to -ind Helen and Ben haooy iza their little home. In broadus as I proceeded down the street I came to a tall house,-minus shrubbery of any kind the house and the yard and the house were immacul- ately clean ana bore a stiffness unlike the other homes. I walked up the white steps and pushed the shin- ing door button. A butler answered the door and I was ushered into a prim living room. On a straight backed ch?ir leaning over a desk and apparently ab— soroed in writing, sat a middle aged woman with black hair aijd brown eyes. On my entrance she looked up— and lo, and behold! I looked into the face of an old school mate—Josephine Lane. As she seemed very busy, I got down to business