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

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ner. Who wouldn't know that face in a thousand? Dick had been traveling around the world as leader of the U. S. National Orchestra. I asked him whether he had been married or not. Thank the Lord noJ Haven't time to bother with women,11 and with that he hurried on. In Glendive one beautiful white mansion attracted my attention and I visited there. The women who met me at the door seemed familiar but I could not quite place her until she told me her name was Mrs. Roscoe Harpster. Then I knew it was Margaret Hardy to whom I was talking. Any Children? I asked. Heavens, yes: don't you hear them yelling? They are probably throwing mud at Della Johnston1s children next door. You know that Della is married again. This is her fifth husband and he was a widower with six children. She now has quite a few children to ckre for. In Dillon I stopped at a boarding house. Two of my old school mates were boarding there. They were teaching school in Dillon. Georgia Griffin was teach- ing Science in High School, and Mary Scruggs was a very successful teacher in the primary department. I could not help talking to these people and I learned that Mrs. Schneider, formerly Alberta Pangburn, with Sherrill was in China converting the heathen and doing missionary work. I inquired where Ina May was and discovered that she alone had stuck to Ekalaka. She and Ted with their four children were living on a ranch several miles out of town, and that Ina May was submitting some very good journalistic work to high class magazines Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Cunningham were living on a ranch in North Dakota. Mrs. Cunning- ham was formerly Blanche Davis. That night I thought of a.ll the members of the class of thirty and their situations and decided that even though I had a blind mother-in-law to take care of, didn't I have six darling children waiting for me when I got home? By Lola Lee Albert

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at once and. a.sked some of the questions that lay oe fore me. Tffhat is your name?” Miss Josephine Lane, with emphasis on the Miss 11 she replied archly. Your occupation? Journalist. Perhaps,'1 she a ..oed, you have read some of my articles in the American Magazine. 'Why Women Should Hot Get’Married' is my latest, and I think it is my best. As I walked away from the hou, I seemed in a daze, ior Josephine, it seemed to me must have had some terrible tragic episode in her life to have such a hate for men. As I motored through Camp Grook I stopped at a garage. In large gilt letters over the garage was the sign, Bill Cook and Sons. In Billings, as I entered a large apartment house on 30th street a curly haired boy with blue eyes came down the stairs two steps at a time. Junior 11 called a voice from above and the little boy turned and proceeded upstairs. Rather from curosity I followed him up the winding staircase to a door where stood a curly haired mother to whom the boy ran gleefully. I recognized the woman as Lei h Symrne she was Mrs. Walter Hunter and had three children! e talked over C.C.K.S. days and Mrs. Hunter told me thr t Mr. and Mrs. Dick Fig were raising Fi. s in Missouri. She had heard that Betty Allan was still a. nurse c o Rochester, Minnesota and had been oromoted to the position of head nurse. Ch, yes, she added Lucille Miles has the most exclusive oeauty shop in ’ Hew York end is doing wonderful business. In Butte I had heard that a new factory had. been put up and as I entered the city, in blazing red letters I saw the following inscription—'Paul Jerb and Co., Silk Manufactures.' On visiting the factory I was first a.dmitted to the secretary's office and I was not at all surprised to see Leona Mumedy sit- ting at the typewriter. I learned that she had been married three times and w-as now carrying on a court- ship with the owner of the firm.' as I v,as going out of the factory, I almost bumped into a very little man who was coming around the cor-

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CLASS SONG Words by ,-Senior Girls TF“ X a- —• ■ -r • - t Music by Velva Whitney • € — ve studied long an We're Seniors wls s or arEer Hi, We We thot we could drive a Cadillac, Cr at least a tin Ford car;! jAnd now we bid you all farewell. We hope you 11 miss us some. thought we knew most everything. But the wise men tell us not, we1re told we must in a wagon ride. And hitch it to the stars, tho we’ve worked just awfully hard We ve had our share of fun. They say that life has just begun; That we must patient be; We must travel on life’s highway broad. And paddle our own canoi We’re sorry that we're leaving now. We all fej3l sort of blue That werre sailing from a harbor deep to a wide and boundless 8 We must climb tho rocks may rugged bo. And to ourBelves bo true And now at this auspicious time: Old We’re Seniors; We’re Seniors; The Class of 1950 • we’ve rugged heights to bravely mount. But it’s brains not brawn will count, ■ffe’ro Seniors, We’re Seniors, The Class of 1950 And :g::r with our sheepskins now in sight—Sail on. Jog on, do right.