Cascade High School - Ketochi Yearbook (Cascade, MT)

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COMET iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiimiMiiiHiiiimimitiiiimiiimiiimiiiimiiiiiMiiiiiiimiiiMiiMiiimiiiiiiiMiuiiii Class Will The class of 1927 does hereby bequeath, on this twentieth day of May, nineteen hundred and twenty-seven A. D., our popularity and superior in- tellects, to the Cascade High School as a whole. To the Student Body we leave the school and the teachers, also our constant companions, namely, the books. We hope they will enjoy them as much as we did. To the Juniors we leave our corner in the Assembly and the power to preserve peace and quiet in the class room. To the Sophomores we leave our prominence in the school and our love for the Freshmen. To the Freshies we leave our talent of creating excitement and mischief in all forms. To the individual members of the school we leave the following: Alverna Hale generously yields her ability to sing to Maxine Paulson. Ruby Cosman leaves her good nature to Erma Woolsey. John Flanagan heroically transmits his efficiency as yell leader to Kenneth Mortag. Mabel Smith leaves to Eleanor Foxall her soft brown eyes and the ability to flirt with them. Isabel Bruneau leaves her reputation as a coquette to Donald Creveling. Earl Munroe leaves to Harlan Mattson his popularity as a dancehall sheik. Ariss Shanklin bequeaths her shy ways and demure loveliness to Doro- thy Berger. Mary Dignan leaves Mayme Tibke a package of gum and her aston- ishing reputation of always talking. Jim Haley leaves Arthur Flanagan his short stature and his dignity. Mary Wilson leaves to any little girl, her ability to agree with the boys (especially class meetings). Vernon Dennis leaves his business ability to the manager of next year’s “Comet.” We as a class bequeath to Miss Stone next year’s Seniors, to enjoy .........................iiiiimimimiiiiiiiimiiimim.i.imii'.UMMimmmiiimmtmimuiiiim.miiiiiiiiiim.mtiimmimimr........... 14

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COMET Class Prophecy Time—10 years hence. Place—A darkened room; a crystal gazer sits staring at a small crystal before her. I had wondered what my old classmates of the class of ’27 were doing, and after hearing of Madame Malaprop’s great prowess for seeing things in her crystal, I had gone to see her. Her monotonous voice told me the following story: “The scene is laid in a small town. It looks western. There is a small brown church that stands out clearly. On the cement column by the steps is ‘Cascade M. E. Church I see a curly headed young man, wearing glasses, standing on the steps. There is a small square. parsonage in the background. (Pause.) The interior looks decidely like bachelor quarters. All is dark again.” Somehow I knew that that young man was John Flanagan, evidently not married. Could John be the preacher in Cascade, that little old town we graduated in? My mind flew back to the Cascade High School’s first annual. It had said, “Imagine John Flanagan a preacher.” Who ever thought he would be, then? In spite of myself, I smiled. She began again: “The scene is a large city apartment house. A wine-colored Rolls- Royce limosine is drawing up before it. A brown-eyed lady steps out, and with a neat walk goes up to the door which is opened for her from the inside. Just as she is about to enter, a small freckled faced newsboy runs up to her and says, Taper, lady?’ ‘Please.’ She gives him his money and opens the paper. A large picture of herself and a man con- fronts her. The headline is in large black letters. ‘MABEL SMITH COOLIDGE’S DIVORCE CASE AGAINST HER MILLIONAIRE HUS- BAND IS FILED TODAY.’ A smile plays about her mouth before she disappears in the door. All is dark.” Poor Mabel. “A large room is appearing. It is like the interior of an opera house with high ceiling, beautifully frescoed, and a large lamp, wonderful to look at, hanging therefrom. It is an opera house and it is filled with people. There is a dead silence as the singer enters with a slow step from the right. As her beautiful voice floods the room, everyone holds his breath for there is something there that thrills them. When she iHiiiiiiiniiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMimiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiimiiiiiimiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 16