Cascade High School - Ketochi Yearbook (Cascade, MT)

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CLASS WILI We, the Senior Class of 1950, being of sound mind and able body, bequeath the following to the students, teachers and classes of Cascade High School. TO THE TEACHERS we leave a very quiet and peaceful school in the hope that they will treat it with as much respect as did we. TO THE JUNIORS we leave our fifty percent of the concessions, our dignity, our love and our extravagance. TO THE SOPHOMORES we leave our ability to relax in English class. TO THE FRESHMEN we leave our mentality, good looks, neat appear- ance. and three enjoyable years of high school. JIM BERGENE leaves his height and his ability to play basketball to Harry Friberg. SHIRLEY HASTINGS leaves her ability to type to Marjory Friberg, in hopes of improving the Junior Class. KENNETH TAGUE leaves his salesmanship and cheer-leading ability to Lawrence Cabrin. JIM BERGMAN leaves his flashy socks to Tom McSlov as a “danger” sign to the girls. MADELYN SIMPSON leaves her ability to hook a man to Marge Askew. MARILYN MATTSON leaves the piano stool to Beverly Standley and her Senior parties to Maryanne Beacher in hopes she will liven up the Sophomore class. GEORGE SAVOY leaves his eyelashes and his ability to flatter the girls to Duane Woods. MARY SULLIVAN leaves her thanks to all for the friendliness shown her when she enrolled as a Senior at Cascade High. TOM CORBETT leaves his jitter-bugging to Marie Klock. DARRELL WADE leaves his ability to do Physics to anyone who doesn’t need a credit. MARGARET BEECHER leaves her braces—at last—to anyone. FRANK FALLER leaves his speed and his “engaged” look to Don Skites. VAN FAYLER leaves his car to Bonnie. JENNY McDONOUGH leaves her ability to shoot baskets to John Hegland, and her cartoons to the Ketochi. HATTIE HEMMINGER leaves her shyness to Jeannie Steele. PETE ELLIS leaves his “Railroad Highlights” to Don Creveling. MINA NAHRGANG leaves her cute giggle to John Woods, and her suitcase to the Home Ec. class. Signed and sealed by the Senior Class of 1950 this 24th day of May. in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and fifty. ( 17 )

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CLASS HISTORY (Continued) In the spring our first project was a May Dance. The gym was decorated in gay pastel spring colors of pink, yellow, and green. Due to the fact that we scooped the Junior Prom by one week it rained buckets upon buckets, and while we had very good food, entertainment and music, we ended up with negligible attendance (comprised mainly of loyal sophomores), a muddy gym, and a treasury $40 in the hole. However, even though the May Dance successfully depleted our treasury, it didn't deplete our spirit. We sponsored the Ketochi Day program and dance and at the end of the year we cheerfully sent the Class of ’48 on their way into the cruel world by giving them a reception and decorating the church for Baccalaureate. By the time the school year of 1948-1949 arrived, we were safely over half-way up the hill. Bonnie Tintinger and Una Faye Moore were dropped during the year, but we gained Shirley Hastings and Kenneth Tague from Great Falls, Jenny McDonough from Wolf Creek, and Howard Moore from Long Beach, California. Mrs. Luella Rumney became our guide at this time and remained with us to the end of our journey. The first event of the year undertaken by the Junior Class was a basket social. It turned out successfully and our treasury took on a rosier color and the outlook was bright. Since most of the Junior boys played on the basketball team, we postponed our play until April 1. The title of the play was, “So Help Me,” and besides bringing out the dramatic talent in our class, was a lot of fun and very profitable, too. Three weeks later, on April 22, we honored the Seniors with the Junior Prom. Using a Hawaiian theme, we transformed the gym with palm trees, a grass hut. a boat, and even an island into a South Seas paradise, and Paul and His Royal Hawaiians completed the illusion. The decorations which took us weeks to perfect took only an hour to demolish completely on-the Monday after the Prom. J he end of our journey to the top of the hill was now in sight as we became the Senior Class of 1950. As all the preceding senior classes had done, we started the year by giving the “Senior Mixer,” a get-acquainted party for all C. H. S. students. Joining the group for this final climb were Van Fayler from Augusta and Mary Sullivan from Philipsburg. During the year Benona Benedict and Howard Moore were dropped. Later on in the fall the Seniors also sponsored a basket social. At the beginning of the basketball season it was agreed that the Seniors would take complete charge of concession selling at the basketball games and at the District Tournament. The profits would be split with the “C” Club at the end of the year. Ambitious as always, early in December we decided to publish an annual, THE KETOCHI, which had last been published in 1932. Our deadline was April 10, and with much cramming and hard work, we finally met it. By now we are nearly to the top of the peak, with only Sneak Day, Bacca- laureate, Class Night, and, finally, Commencement Night, left to complete our ascent. After careful calculations, we have decided we will reach the utmost point of our climb on May 24. Then we will hold that precious piece of paper in our hands and survey, behind and below us, the four hard, but rewarding years, which it took to climb from the foothills to the “top of the mountain.” ( 16 )

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CLASS PROPHECY George Savoy and I, Darrell Wade, started from California for Cascade. Mon- tana, in our new Buick convertable on May 24, 1970. Although George and T just returned from the Amazon jungle, where for the last two years we have been looking for the Lost Amazon Mine, we were eager to be on our way again because we were going to a reunion of the Class of 1950 at the new million dollar Cascade High School. The present superintendent and coach is James D. Bergene. none other than our own Jim. It was just twenty years after our graduation on May 24, 1950. After a day’s traveling over super highways, we were soon in Helena. We stayed there overnight and left early the next morning for Cascade. At Wolf Creek we stopped to look at the scenery and whom should we see but our old classmate. Mary Sullivan, who was now the wife of a prosperous rancher. After chatting with Mary for awhile we headed down the canyon for Cascade. When we got to Craig we saw a beautiful Cadillac coming leisurely down the Craig lane and to our surprise we recognized the driver to be Jim Bergman, now State Recreation Super- visor. He lives at Craig with his wife, Mina, and their five kids. Yes, there were five of them. A real basketball team. We then headed for town and passed what used to be the Mountain Palace. It was now a palatial charm school and Little Theater, with Margaret Beecher directing a spectacular production with the mountains as a natural background. We bade her farewell and continued on. As we entered town we decided it looked the same except for a few new buildings and a few less old ones. We were getting pretty thirsty from our long trip so we decided to stop at what was formerly Bergmann’s, for something to drink. It was now known as HATTIE’S and was owned and operated by our old classmate, Hattie Hemminger. It was listed first in Duncan Hines and gourmets came from the world around to sample her famous food. As we left the cafe, we heard a plane zoom overhead and looking up saw the slogan, “Fly the Hastings’ Way ’ written on the fuselage of a large silver plane. We hurried out to the Cascade Municipal Airport in time to see our former class- mate, Shirley Hastings, alight from the plane. She had just flown her husband, Tom Corbett, back from surveying his vast lumber holdings in Alaska. Returning from the airport, George slammed his finger in the door. Since it was badly bruised and cut, we took him to the new Cascade Hospital, and there we found Marilyn Mattson, physician and surgeon, in charge. Across the street from the hospital we saw a sign which read, KENNETH TAGUE, REAL ESTATE BROKER, STOCKS AND BONDS AND ANYTHING ELSE YOU CAN THINK OF. That really interested us, because Kenny was also an old classmate of ours. And in Kenny’s office we found Van Fayler, making his second million on the stock market and preparing to retire soon. As we came out and stood on the corner again, we saw something zooming down the highway and when it came to a screeching stop, out climbed our old classmate, Frank Faller. Ah, yes. Speed-ball Faller! He said he was making a good living by selling hot rods of his own design and also that his wife, the former Madelyn Simpson, was very interested in his work, when not taking care of their twin boys. Now it was time for the highlight of the trip. The reunion banquet. As we all sat around the banquet table we talked over old times and the success each one had attained. After twenty years, we felt that each individual of the Class of '50 had proved himself ‘ The One Most Likely to Succeed.” ( i«)