Cascade High School - Ketochi Yearbook (Cascade, MT)

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COMET niNiiiiiiiniiiiNiMiiiitiriiMiiMiiiiiitiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifiiMiiiMiitttiiiiHiiiiiuiiimiiiiiiNiiiiimiiiiiitiimmitiiimiiiiiMMiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiniiiiiiiiMiiiitttnniNmiiniii Class Will The class of 1928 does hereby leave, on this May fifteenth, nineteen hundred and twenty-eight, A. D., the following: To the faculty, we bequeath our sincere thanks for the interest they have shown during our four years of school. . To the juniors, we leave our studious habits and Miss Higgins as their sponsor. To the sophomores, we leave the right to get all they can from school in the next two years. To the freshmen we leave the right to flunk in as many subjects as they desire, and yet graduate in four years. To the individual members of the classes, we leave the following: Josephine Dyar leaves her ability as a basketball player and her beauty preparation to Ruth Wade. Kenneth Mortag leaves his ability to talk and his short stature to Ar- thur Flanagan. Donald Creveling leaves all his superfluous knowledge to David Dea and Harry Smithers, to be divided equally between them. Esther Cummings leaves her loud voice to Oakley Searle or any future yell-king. Lester Warehime leaves his ability to get excused just before biology exams and his strong pull with Mr. Winner to Inez Cline. Margaret Seaton leaves her sweet temper to Vivian Crum. Hereunto we set our hand and seal, knowing the provisions herein proclaimed to be absolutely unalterable and undissolvable. CLASS OF 1928 By Kenneth Mortag, Lester Warehime. We do hereby declare that this document was signed, sealed, published and declared in our presence. Witnesses: David Dea, Harry Smithers. 16

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 Class Prophecy Scene I. St. Peter’s office, 1980. St. Peter is seated at desk and office boy is dusting off furniture. (A knock is heard.) St. Peter (opening large book) : Where’s my pencil? Quick! Open the pearly gates. Someone knocks. (Boy opens door and a spirit enters.) St. Peter (taking pencil) : Name please. Spirit: Mrs. Charles Lindbergh. St. Peter: Maiden name? Spirit: Josephine Dyar. St. Peter: Occupation? Spirit: Aviatrix. I claim the distinction of being the first woman to fly to the moon. (Another spirit enters.) S. P.: Very well, pick out your harp. (Exit first spirit.) S. P. (to second spirit): Name, please. Sp.: Miss Margaret Mary Seaton. S. P.: H-m-m! Seems to me I’ve heard that name before. Sp.: Well! I should hope so! I’ve knocked the eyes out of Holly- wood for ten years! S. P.: Age? Sp.: None of your business! S. P.: Very well, pick out your harp. Sp. I won’t take an old harp! Everybody has one of them! You give me a saxophone or I won’t play anything! S. P.: Very well, have it your own way. (Exit second spirit.) (Telephone rings.) S. P. (taking receiver): Hello! Voice: Hello! Nick speaking. Say, I’ve got a little guy down here that’s too small to shovel coal. I’ll send him up if you want him. S. P.: Send him up. I’ll put him to hanging out stars. What’s his name ? Voice: Kenneth Mortag. S. P.: Very well, send him up. Boy (just entered) : Someone’s at the door. S. P.: That’s him now. I’ll take his name. (Spirit enters.) S. P.: Name, please. Sp.: Who, me? Kenneth Adolph Joseph Mortag. S. P.: Occupation? IIIIIIIMMIIimilHIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIimimilHIMIIIIIMMItlllHI COMET 17