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

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1977 Class Will We, the Senior class of nineteen hundred and seventy-seven, being sound in body and sane (more or lessl in mind, do hereby state and proclaim that this, the following, is our true and certified last will and testament. Any other such documents, issued prior to this date, are declared null and void. I, Buff Brown, will my defensive end ability to Brian (Mad Dog) Justice. I, Helen Crabtree, will my ability to drive a tractor in crooked rows to Mark Gundlach. I, Diane Erickson, will all my out-of-town boyfriends to the CCHS girls. I, Brad Freese, will my trapping ability to Zane Yanzlck and Doug Bonsell. Have fun cutting up ne Yanzick. Kill 'em off Zane. ave all kinds of opeed, Jim. f it. rpster. Keep them off the ains to Doug Stieg. Deb Hughes. ndlach. Keep your nose clean, ou to Macnabs, but it might not Gentlemen prefer blonds you know. I, Teri LaBree, will my four boyfriends to Kim Stieg. They're easy to find, all you have to do is look. I, Martha Larson, will my sense of adventure to the juniors in hope that someday they'll have some sort of sense. I, Terri Lewis, will my boldness and ability to get what I want to Kim Stieg. I, Sandy Lovec, will Deb Hughes my secret admirer letters that I wrote to Mr. Schillinger. Keep them sweet. Deb. I, Curt McCamish, will my bionic brain to Steve Gentry. It's easy, all you have to do is be born with it. I, Lucy Nies, will my party .house to Marla, Janet, Sonja, and Tynie. Keep it clean girls. Ho boys after hours. I, Kelly Penn, will my shortness to Kyle Rehbein. Use stilts, it helps. I, Pat Quade, will my locker to my little sister Ronda. Don't use the mirror too much, it might break• I, Kevin Rehbein, will my track shoes to Zane Yanzick and my bull riding ability to John Strub. I, Kris Rehbein, will my discarded wads of gum to Wendy Carter. You have to find them yourself. I, Kathy Smith, will my ability to party on school nights and get to school the next day to Cindy Welch. Good luck, Cindy. 18

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GARY LLOYD STRUB Chorus 4; Select Choir 4; District Music Festival 4; Class Officer 1,4; Rodeo Club 1,2,3; Prom King 4 BRETT EARL WHITE Basketball 1,3; Football 1,2,3,4; C Club 3,4; C Club Secretary 4; Class Play 3; Drama Play 4; Prom King Candidate 4 17

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I, John Speelmon, will my typing ability to Robin Daque. It's easy Robin. I, Gary Strub, will my ability to handle alcohol to Ed Kennedy and Mark Gundlach. I, Jeff Venhaus, will my number 44 jersey to the trophy case. I, Jacob Wagner, will my boxing ability to John Strub. Watch those left hooks. I, Brett White, will my fuzzy head of hair to Shannon Brady. Keep those scissors sharp. 1977 Class Prophecy It is the year 2010. As I sat in my villa in the middle of the Sahara Desert, I thought how nice it would be to visit a few old friends. I loaded up my harem on my 300,000 dollar lear jet and headed off on a trip I will never forget. First, I thought I'd like to visit the old Carter County High School. Who do you think I sav but Don Schillinger walking with his walker yelling at the football players to eat dirt. I strolled on over with my harem right behind my and the coach told me that my old friend CURT MC- CAMISH was just asking about me. I figured maybe they started a pro-basketball team in Ekalaka, but he was out on the ranch sheep farming. I arrived at MCCAMISH'S and there he was on the phone still looking for prospects to start an Ekalaka Basketball Assocation. Next, on my way to look for the next surprise, I ran into DARREL GENTRY driving the Ekalaka to Alzada beer truck and so we sat down and emptied the truck right there on the road. So much for the profit! I drove on to Main Street and there was KATHY SMITH driving her blue Mustang up and down Main Street still wait- ing for Mr. Right. I inquired around and found out that JACOB WAGNER used his brains and experi ence to get where he is today. Where is he? The head of the Ekalaka Mafia. As I was strolling by the fire hall I heard a familiar voice calling, Alamande left to your corner gal, swing your partner round and round. So I went in, and there was DALE HORNER teaching his private square dance lessons to HELEN CRABTREE. Speaking of Helen, she said she was still out at John Kerr's trying to tell which end of the cow to milk. As I left the fire hall I heard a small noise. I turned, and who do you think was sneaking around—SALLY GLJYER. She was still trying to find a way into Dale Horner's private square dance school. I walked on over to the Hardware Store and there was GREG JUSTICE, the new proprietor of the store. He still has pieces left over from putting lawnmowers and bicycles together. I rented a small car and it was almost out of gas, so we slipped on over to the Conoco station. My old buddy BRETT WHITE came running out. He seemed very excited. He said he jest received the Nobel Peace Prize for inventing a car even he couldn't wreck. BUFF BROWN was sitting in the station wasting time. He said he took over his father's painting busi- ness and that he just got done painting the ocean blue. It was now getting close to noon and I was getting a little hungry so I stopped at the Ekalaka Burger King. I sat down and was waited on by KRIS REHBEIN. When I asked her what she was doing still working here, and she said she married the owner. She always did like to do things her own way. As I drove down Main Street, I saw four little boys with the number 44 on their shirt. When I asked them who they were, they said that there mother’s name used to be LUCY NIES. She keeps telling then that they are going to be star football players someday. Lucy is married to the Ekalaka Highway Patrolman. I was starting to get a little thirsty, so I stopped off at the local tavern and there was my old lineman buddy JOHN SPEELMON. After going over a few old football stories, John told me he was headed for the Baker Livestock Market to sell a load of pigs. He said business was pretty heavy. He had to take 12,000 to the market-just a small amount for John. He also told me that BRAD FREESE was doing quite well. He said he was now the owner of the biggest trap line in the state of Montana located a few miles from Ekalaka on the Beaver Flats. John invited me to ride along to Baker with him. Boy, what a smell! John was getting the old Ford cranked up about top speed when over the hill behind us came a flashing light. We pulled over and the Highway Patrolman stepped out. I couldn't believe it! JEFF VENHAUS a Highway Patrolman! Then it came to me, Jeff always did like to give better than receive. We finally made it to the sale yards, and there stood SANDY LOVEC. She informed us that she married her high school sweetheart and they were selling a few bucking horses. John said there was a super cafe with great meals in PlevBB, so we thought we would run over and have a bite to eat eat. We arrived at a place called Terry's Place. Who do you think the owner was? Right—K5LLY PENN. Sure was a great meal. Well, I always did like to eat! John decided he better head home so I took the Hutton Express line out of PlevBa. SHERRY had bought her brother's old Boy Scout bus and started her own busline to Glendive. I decided to take the tour. On the way. Sherry was tell- ing me about all the things that happened over the last few years. She told me about TERI and TAMI LABREE, who became Mormons. She also told me that they lived out on Ash Creek with their many hus- bands. As we pulled into Glendive, I noticed a rodeo going on at the fairgrounds so I stopped to investigate. I got there just in time to see the goat roping. And who was the first competitor, the best goat roper in the state of Montana, MAURI HEGGEN. Well, that's what she told me. I went to Dawson College to visit a fe« of my old college buddies that were still there. As I was walking 19