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

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Class Prophecy I hopped from the jet excitedly to catch my first glimpse of Washington D.C. The Presidential Election of 2000 had drawn an enormous crowd to the capital city, including myself- Vou see, an old class mate was running for President. Banners filled the city savinq Go George Go. I was suprised to find that Larry Brence still used his high school nickname. I waved down a taxi and was greeted by the giggliest taxi driver I have ever known. Darcy Rollins smiled at me and asked my destination. She headed toward the election offices and explained how much she still loved to cruise town. She asked me if I wanted to go out on the town later. Of course, I agreed, but I was disappointed to discover that I had missed the big car race between Racing Ron WolLf and Blazing Bud LaBree. Their desire for cars and speed had become their life long career. We reached the Presidential oft ices, and 1 bade Darcy far well until later. I turned to qo into the office when the store across the street caught my eye—The Western Wade. It was the largest western star? I have ever seen. All styles were designed from the Double Dave look. I realized I was running late and rushed into the Presidential office. Good afternoon, Vicki Jardee said from behind the scretary's desk. She had become Larry's right hand person and kept control of all activities. We talked for a while, and I learned that Leslie Quade had become a chemical engineer and played in the Philharmonic on her vacations. Vicki said that she was expecting Cammy and Jason any moment. They had been married for quite a few years now. Cammy had become the head hairdresser in Ekalaka. I asked what else had been happening in Ekalaka and discovered that Ann Ward had been caught trying to feed the old foils M Ms on one of her rounds, and that the sheriff, Mike Mitt1esteader, had to give her a warning. All of a sudden, I heard the taxi honking. Darcy had returned. I left Vicki and joined Darcy for a memorable evening. First we went to a rock concert. Gerald Hutchinson played and sang the best concert I have ever seen. We waited for him, and he joined us for a drink. We went to the Play Person bar. Equal right have set in fully and even affected Playboy- Remember this is 2000 and nothing sports a sexist title. But even though titles may change the idea behind them still exists. The waitresses were still playperson bunnies, and Kathy Kittelmann was the prettiest one there as she lead us to our table. All of a sudden the bar's stage lit up and a male dancer jived his way across the stage. Recognizing Shane Mu1 key, we waved, and he strutted and danced to our table. We discussed classmates for a time, and Shane informed us that Nancy Sainsbury had made it into Major League Baseball. She had the toughest swing on the team, and a glare that squelched every pitcher that she came across. Rumor has it that she may be voted MVP. Time had flown, and we were all tired out. We said our goodbyes and I went to my hotel for a good night sleep. My alarm screamed its message to arise, and I struggled out of my bed. I turned on my T.V. to be greeted by the Good Morning Show hosted by cheerful Sandra Nies. She had made it into show biz and still said Good morning people as cheerily as ever. Something in the background laughter in the show reminded me of my old friend, Melanie Emery. Nobody has a laugh to match hers. And then I remebered; Melanie had qone into the canned laughter business and had made it big time. I was about to change the channel when an advertisement for Fix Fashions flashed across the screen. There was Loralee Fix, a designer for crazy new fashions, modeling her own styles in the ad. I smiled to myself; our class had done great for themselves. Then I began to repack; I had to return to my health spa. 3y Amy Pedersen

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Kathy Marie Turbiville Band-1,2,3,4, Carterettes- 1,2,3,4, Girls Basketball- 1, FHA-1,2, Student Counci 1- 4, Broadcaster-1,2, Annual Staff-4, Cheer 1eader-4 Ronald Pete Wolff Ann Doreen Ward Choir-4, Carterettes 1,2,3,4, C Club-2,3,4, Girls Basket- ball Manager-4, Track-1,2,3, 4, Volleybal1-4, FHA-4, FFA-1,2,3,4, Broadcaster 4, Annual Staff-3,4, FFA- Sentinal-2, Par 1 i merit an an-3, Third Vice-President-4, Sweethear t-4 Choir-1,2,3,4, Footbal1-1,2, 3,4, FFA-1,2,3,4 13

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I, Wade Anderson, of sound mind and body, will my skill of chewing Copenhagen in all classes and in front of Mr. Tuggle to Fred Dingfelder and Justin Kerr. I will my ability to find a party when there isn't one to anybody who wants it. I will my ability to do good in English to Mitch Schwede. I, Larry Brence, will my ability to pass tests with minimal amounts of study time and worry to John and Corbit and my ability to look in a mirror without combing my hair to Rick Brown. I, Melanie Jo Emery, being of sound mind and body, will my ability to laugh loud, but chew my gum louder to Darcie Boggs. I, Gerald (Gerard) Hutchinson, will my ability to slam the basketball to David (Slamma Jamma) Beach. Oh, by the way— Happy E irthday, Slamma! I, Vicki Jardee, will my ability to be in class 25% of the time and wandering the halls 75% of the time to James Sterling Speelmon. He has a good start. I, Camera S. Kellner, will my ability to play in band for 4 years to Jim Speelmon, and my ability to go out with one guy to Rochelle Carlisle. I, Spudder the Great (Buddy LaBree), will my ability to blow up an engine and a stereo, wear out my timing gears and a good set of tires, tear out two sets of motor mounts, and run the front wheel off of my car during the course of one school year, and still be alive, to Mitch and Darren Schwede. It will take both of you to match this. I, Michael Wayne Mittelstedter, being of sound mind and body (hopefully), will my ability to grow my hair longer than past my ears to the Breding brothers and my ability to drink and not get caught to a few Juniors. I, (Mr. Modest) Shane Mulkey, will my good-guy reputation and my ability to make every girl's parents proud to Clayton Jardee and Ty Teigen. And my locker to Gerry Mackay.