Cascade High School - Ketochi Yearbook (Cascade, MT)

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Class Will of ’26 We, the class of ’26, being noted for our good looks and generosity, do hereby bequeath this last will and testament to the faculty and to the students of the Associated Student Body of the Cascade High School. To the Associated Student Body we leave our sincere regards, and hope that it will continue in the future as successfully as it has in the past. We also hope that they, as the years come and go, will experience an extensive growth and expansion, not only in numbers, but also in beauty and strength of character, in democracy and active leadership. To the Juniors, we leave our dignity and the South East corner of the assembly, and hope they will keep the high standard of education we have attained. A pair of first class clippers, only slightly used, by the Seniors, we also bequeath to the Junior class, with the fond hope that next year’s Juniors will be seen shorn. To the Sophomores, we leave our beauty and our ambition; we also leave our strong pull with Mrs. Blair to this gallant class. To the incoming freshies, we leave the right to disturb the assembly once in awhile and the right to flirt with the janitor. To Kenneth Mortag, Bill Shanklin leaves his long nursed desire to be a big man. To all sentimental Juniors, Sophs and Freshies, Ed. Seaton leaves his money and several love disappointments. Helen leaves to Maude Appleyard her dieting receipt. Elizabeth hates to leave her beau to some other little girl, as he is a freshman and she can’t take him along with her. Mabel leaves her extra weight to Garnett McCollim so he can play basketball easier. Frances James leaves her polish and vanity case to Clara Bready. Creta leaves some of her curly locks to John Flannagan. Pearl Taylor leaves her speed to Fred Nicholson and her superfluous knowledge to Prof. Bergen. Lester leaves his physical ability to Pat Perrine. Junior Lyman leaves his shaving set to Isabelle Bruneau for her mustache. The Seniors leave the continuation of the Comet and competition of this year’s masterpiece to the ignorant and debased members of the Junior class. Last, but not least, Miss Kubin leaves to anyone who will take it the most thankless job in the world, class advisor of Seniors. 21

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The next suggestion came from a tall, solemn man near the front. “I suggest Mr. Edward Seaton. His remarkable work in the Forestry Service gained for him the position of Secretary of the Interior, and rivals that of Theodore Roosevelt in the preservation of natural re- sources.” His name was laid on the desk for further consideration and another motion was placed. A man in a priest’s black coat made the next suggestion. “Mr. Chairman, of all men who deserve the Hall of Fame, among the first must surely come our late brother, Bishop Munroe of the Methodist Episcopal church.” “A very good suggestion,” announced the chah-man, and the clerk wrote the name, Bishop Lester Munroe. The next motion was placed by a woman in the gown of a deaconess. “Mr. Chairman,” she said, in a soft, gentle voice, “I wish to suggest Creta Wilson and Frances James. As you all know there is a space on either side of the statue of Florence Nightingale. I think it would be well to place Nurse Wilson and Nurse James beside her.” The chairman bowed his head in acquiescence and the clerk wrote the names. The next person to speak was the president of Montana State College. He introduced himself and asked the ladies and gentlemen to consider the names of Misses Pearl Taylor and Maybelle Strunk. Miss Taylor, he said, was professor of English in M. S. C. for forty years and Miss Strunk was professor of Home Economics for the same length of time. They both did much for the college. His tribute was well received and their names were written. “Is there anyone else?” asked the chairman, “If not I will adjourn the meeting and we will vote on these names tomorrow.” There was a pause and the chairman was just starting to speak again when a man whom everyone recognized as the featherweight pugilistic champion of the world, advanced into the center of the room and spoke. “Mr. Chairman,” he said, “I wish to suggest the greatest feather- weight champion in the history of pugilism, Mr. Junior Lyman, better known as ‘Ike.’ As you doubtless know, his remarkable quickness in the ring won him this name.” The chairman rose. “We will put that name on the table,” he announced. The meeting is adjourned.” I was aroused by a touch on my arm and, turning, saw that my com- panion beckoned and we floated off in a dream. 20

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Excelsior Revised Class Poem The days of school are ending fast And we the Seniors of our class Are longing’ for the 'final' day When we shall pass forth on our way. Adieu. We look back thro' the last four years A veritable vale of tears, But yet in spite of griefs and woes We dread to leave both friends and foes. O, My! Our freshman year was full of grief, As Sophs we gathered much relief, But when as Juniors we raised Our heads, and crowed, in true self praise. Ye Gods! At last, our Seniority, Made us the free-est of the free, We had now reached our highest aim The Seniors of undoubted fame! Salaam! As out into the world we go We question if enough we know, To tread alone the world’s dark ways, And choose the right, avoid delays. Query! But this we know spite all our fears, That all throughout the coming years, We’ll look back with delight to this, The time of our undoubted bliss. Selah. So here’s to this dear school of ours, May it’s path be strewn with flowers, And each suceeding year exceed The last in honor, word and deed. Farewell! 22