Chinook High School - Breeze Yearbook (Chinook, MT)

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May. 1925 TUB CHINOOK BREEZE 9 queath one - third of our dignified bearing. Third—To the Freshman class we bequeath our extra credits. Fourth—To the Faculty we leave our sincere thanks for the interest they have taken in our welfare and for all the knowledge they have so diligently tried to impart to us. Specific First Juanita Harbolt bequeaths her precious carrot tops to Alice Oroven to cultivate. Second—Milo Sands bequeaths his role of Senior yell leader to Percival Watkins in the hope that he may develop powerful lungs. Third—Norma Gesell bequeaths her reserved timidity to Anna Dowen. Fourth The Senior Class, as a whole, bequeaths to Frances Boyle all their old wads of gum. thereby authorizing her to be official gum-chewer of Chinook High School. Fifth—Helen Montgomery bequeaths her vamping eyes and winning ways to Vera Murphy to continue her infatuation for Mc-Kinnie. May she have much success. Sixth—Kathleen Cooper bequeaths her golden heart to Leonard Cole to be kept safely under lock and key. Seventh Goldie Bloomer bequeaths her oratorical powers to Francis Eashey for the winning of future honors for C. H. S. Eighth Marie Maeirt bequeaths her ability to recite in every class to William McGregor. Ninth—The Senior Class bequeaths an alarm clock to Martha Evelyn Alexander so the class attendance may be more perfect in the coming year. Tenth- -Bergelot Zakariason bequeaths her plumpness to Earl Murphy providing he doesn't go on a fruit diet. Eleventh—William Maney bequeaths his shiekishness to Earl Streeter. Twelfth Kathleen Gibbs bequeaths one pink powder puff six inches in diameter to Julia Bosshart. Thirteenth—Madeline Arnold bequeaths her power of holding a beau to Dorothy Kenyon. Fourteenth — Louis John Hensen bequeaths his maxim, “let's take a vote on it”, to Frederick Wallner. Fifteenth Evelyn McKlnuie bequeaths to Mr. Sanders her ability to “trip a light fantastic toe” under the condition that he will not use same on any school night. And lastly, all the remainder of our intellectual tools, such as text books, pencil stubs, scrap paper, etc., we bequeath to the student body in general. In witness thereof we hereunto set our hands and seals at Chinook. Montana, aforesaid. this fifteenth day of May. nineteen hundred and twenty-five. Signed and sealed by the Senior Class of Chinook. Montana. High School— KATHLEEN COOPER. LOUIS JOHN HENSEN. BERGELOIT ZAKARIASON. MADELEINE ARNOLD. EVELYN McKINNIE. JUANITA HARBOLT. KATHLEEN GIBBS. MILO SANDS. WILLIAM MANEY. 11 ELEN MONTGOM ERY. NORMA GESELL. MARIE MAEIRT. GOLDIE BLOOMER. PROPHECY (Telephone Conversation) Well, here I am, after twenty-live years, When I left school with a great many fears. In that year the beet factory came And all of this country got into the game. And now ten thousand live in this town, With beautiful buildings all up and down. There goes the phone—I hope It may be Some one of my class to talk to me. Hello, hello. Bill Maney. you say? I haven’t seen you. Bill, in many a day. You milked ninety cows, the last I knew— Supplies all of Zurich and Lohman too. So now you’re senator? I’ll be blest! You’ve surely been busy in feathering your nest. You say you married a Washington belle? And slated for Cabinet- - well, do tell! Oh yes, I met Evelyn McKinnie last week. She looked so sad and gentle and meek. Clare Evey had married another, she said. There surely was something wrong with his head. She had tried many things but said she was done. And was just about to become a nun. She’d give up the pace in which she had whirled And do some good in this naughty old world. Bergeliot Zakariason tried for the stage. But competition’s too great in this day and age. At last Vassar College wrote to her And offered her a job at five hundred per, As a language teacher she was bidden— Her knowledge in French she kept carefullv hidden. Now keep this secret and lend me your ear She published a Latin pony last year! Whom did you say? Oh. Norma Gesell? We thought she’d go far. but you never can tell. You say she was what? Yell leader in college? And then was expelled for her lack of knowledge ? What's that? She was married and ran away With an organ grinder one summer day? I always thought if her ways didn’t mend She surely would come to some bad end. Do you know where Madeline Arnold is now? To the heathen in China she’s made her first bow? So she married Fat Harbolt after all And to missionary work she’s had a call? Well. I’m surprised—that’s all I can say. How long do you think they’re going to stay. They’re coming back in nineteen-fifty-flve. For our class reunion if they’re alive. Now Kathleen Gibbs was a fine little kid Tho most of her talents she modestly hid. But now I hear she surpasses them all. For she went over to Paris last fall And is now designing the world’s latest fashion— Dressmaking with her has become a passion. She’ll probably marry a Frog over there With a lisp in his talk and curly black hair. I read an account of Milo Sands’ life A year ago. when he took his fifth wife. As a criminal lawyer Milo harangued. But his trusting clients were usually hanged. At last a book agent he decided to be So he started out with fifty volumes on the flea. In this line of work he succeeded at once. For Milo we all know was nonod., s dunce. There’s a newsboy running d.own the street. Crying Extra! Extra! up and down his beat. I think he’s calling Marie Maeirt’s name, How come she’s getting newspaper fame? You say she ran away some time last night And left ten children—well, that’s not right. She followed the circus—fat lady to be— Not much glory in that as I can see. You went to Helena this winter, you say. And for our class it was a great day? The best time in your life you had on that date When Goldie Bloomer was made, governor of this state. Coldie wus always a credit to our class And in every way a likeable lass. Of course we’ll admit she did like the boys— In spite of all that, we wish her many joys. Helen Montgomery’s good sense we all allowed Though she married a man both poor and proud. But later I heard she’d gone on the stage And lived like a bird in a gilded cage. Then an awful tragedy came into her life When her poodle was stabbed with somebody's knife. She put on black and shut herself in And mourned and mourned and grew haggard and thin. Do hurry and tell me about Kathleen Cooper. In Chicago Grand Opera she sang as a super? Married a spelling expert—is that what you say? Well. Leonard Cole was that in our day. Oh—she married him and grew the sugar beet. And thirteen children at their table eat. Their family is large and bills must be big. Then all I eonard can do is dig. dig. dig. Juanita’s been in my mind all day; She visited our city early in May— She said she was left a poor old maid With teaching school her only trade. She used to be so bright and active. And you well know. Bill, how attractive. I can’t understand her single life. She’d made somebody a mignty good wife. Now I’ve never married as you’ve likely guessed. 1 feel that maybe I've been specially blessed. It takes hard work to support a wife And I never could stand sucn a strenuous life. Just now I’m keeper of the city pound. And I gather in every old stray hound. I take my dog and I take my gun And I hunt and fish when my week’s work is done. Well. I’d better ring off or I'll miss my train. I hope sometime we’ll meet again. I greatly enjoyed talking over our classmates— It’s interesting to know what's been their fates. If you come to our city, do look me up, I'll likely he running down somebody’s pup. Now I’m glad that you have climbed so high. And 1 must be going, so good-bye.

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8 THE CHINOOK BREEZE May, 1925 THE HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1925 At the etui of a certain day in the forepart of i eptember, 1913, Miss Paine, now Mrs. Walter Griffin, came home from school with a headache. All day she had been trying to drill into about twenty-five little heads what school discipline meant—that the place tor each little ivory head was at their seat, not crowding around the teacher's desk. After getting each member of the original class of 1925 unwillingly seated at their little red desks, and the eyes of at least part of this future brainy class Intent on their work, some small boy or girl would onto to the desk or be called there to receive private instruction. As soon as the rest of her loving pupils noticed that some fellow student was being so favored by the teacher, each and every one of them would rush to her desk to receive their share of attention. They would crowd around her like a brood of chickens and if she tried to escape from her besieged seat of authority they followed her and swamped the poor instructor with questions and requests for help, until as a last resort she would look her crossest and send the misunderstood pupils to their seats. Do you wonder that a headache should follow such a day? After we had just begun to see the light and learn what school hours meant we were turned loose for our summer vacation. Assembling again in the fall, we found that a new recruit. Madeline Arnold, had been added to the class. Miss Ludwig was placed at the head of the judicial and legislative department of this class of noisy second graders. We were given our first instruction in the use of pen and ink. that weapon that we in after years have used so advantageously to put ink on the neck of some near-by friend. We had only one thing to fear that year, a visit from the superintendent. then Mr. Willman. He would visit our room and in a friendly way run his fingers thru the hair of some boy, probably not realizing the cruelty he was inflicting upon the frightened youngster. Part of the preceding class, because of the crowded condition in the third grade room, was given the honor of being seated in our room. This was repeated in the third and fourth grades so that the two classes became very intimate and kept this comradsship until the other class graduated last year. Our third ; nd fourth years in school were under the authority of Ilo Arnold, now Mrs. Wooldridge. The name of Miss Arnold will always be dear to us because of the many good times we had under her. It was during these two years that Miss Woodman gave i.s musical instruction. This was the foundation for the talent in singing that the Senior girls have shown in later years. It was during our fourth year that Juanita 1'arbolt and Louis Hensen entered our class. Our fifth grade teacher was Miss Greger-son. In the fifth grade we first showed a great interest in basketball and the hoys had a real team that year. In the sixth grade Miss Redmond was stationed at the front of the room—unfortunately she made a very good target for spit-balls. It was the practice for all detained boys to climb out the windows while the teacher was marching the rest of the room out for dismissal, until Mrs. J. F. Williams. then the seventh grade teacher, got the very bad habit of being under the window just as we reached the ground. You can imagine what happened then. In the seventh grade we first felt the class patriotism that has stayed with us ever since. Mr. Weaver, a jolly Southerner, felt that all knowledge does not come out of I -xt books, so we organized a champion basketball team and cleaned up every team we played from Hingham to Harlem. Wo received drill in parliamentary law and havo ever since retained the knowledge thus obtained. If you don’t believe me you should hear one of our Senior Class meetings. Marie Maeirt came in from the sage brush fiats and threw in her lot with us in the seventh grade. We started our eighth year with Mr. Rhodes in the dignified old desk that he so abused. Mr. Rhodes left a lasting impression on all of us, with his slow drawl and rangy build: he also left a deep impression c-n his desk, but that was with a baseball 1 at. the nearest thing he could lay his hands on when he became angered at his less respectful pupils. After Mr. Rhodes left us we had three different teachers before Mrs. Trumbull finally took us in hand. Mrs. Trumbull believed in “work while you work and play when you play.” so the year did not come out as badly as it seemed as if it might at the start. Our parties and sleigh rides were so good that the other classes envied us. Our new members In the eighth grade were Kathleen Gibbs and Goldie Bloomer. We started the Freshman year with a roll call of forty-three. Of this class Carol Doyle has moved to Long Beach. California: Charley Easbey is now in St. Paul: lola Kimsey •s married: May Quesnel is a nurse at the Sacred Heart hospital in Havre: Kenneth and Ronald Ronne are going to a polytechnics! school in Portland. Oregon: Frank Thibodeau has moved to Helena: Anna Ze-man has moved to Seattle; Sam Gibson is In Kalispell. Montana; Eileen Moe has moved to Dale, Oregon; Lillian Miller will graduate from Great Falls this year; Lawrence Smith is at Flint. Michigan; Lucy Sliireman is in Denver: Dora Simons is at Kalispell; Albert Acher. William Hiebert. Leslie Mallett, Irene O’Brien and Jens Spring are living here. We wish that these members could have helped us in our last function for dear old C. H. S. Norma Gesell was elected class president the Sophomore year and under her skillful leadership the year proved very successful for us. Bill Maney was added to the class here. We started the Junior year with Dave Schnee at the helm. In the annual class light we were defeated, but showed the Seniors a good fight and proved we were good losers by joining them in a breakfast after an all-night battle. On Hallowe'en the Juniors and Seniors declared a “Sneak Day” and had a lively picnic at Milk River grove. The following Monday we had a livlier time right at school. Both of the classes par iicipating in the affair were disorganized and the Juniors did not reorganize again until the next to the last six-weeks, but in the remainder of the year we accomplished more than most Juniors do in an entire year. To redeem ourselves we fixed up the playgrounds; we furnished one team and scraper to cut back the bank and another to haul sand and sawdust for the jumping pits. The rest of the class worked at the pit. with the result that they wore several large blis lers on their hands. Of course the girls were prouder of the blisters than they were of the pit. After redeeming ourselves we began work on the Junior Prom. Altho we were faced by the great difficulty of covering the expenses, we gave the Seniors a gorgeous banquet, with several witty toasts by some of the students and faculty, followed by a snappy dance. The Seniors all said that it was the best Prom ever given with the exception of the Prom of the preceding year. It was no wonder that everything was a success with such jolly sponsors. Miss Clark and Merrill Smith. During the summer vacation the class received «i great blow when we learned of Merrill Smith’s death. The Senior year has been the best of them all. Bergeloit Zakariason and Helen Montgomery joined us in the last lap of our twelve-year endurance race. We began right by electing Juanita Harbolt as class president. Louis Hensen as vice president, and Marie Maeirt as secretary and treasurer. Our sponsor. Miss Nortliup, can not be beat in quality even if she is lacking in quantity, and believes in making class functions successful—no wonder our class play was so successful. From the beginning of the year the Seniors showed their desire to put out an annual. Because of the lack of funds we had to alter the form of the annual in order to cut down on expenses and keep the standard of the annuals of 1919 and 1920. We have put our best into this annual that we might leave behind us a “Chinook Breeze” worthy of the class of 1925. So my history ends with only the beginning of our story told, leaving thirteen classmates. equipped with a good high school training, ready and ambitious to add still more credit to our small group. With the same spirit we have shown in all activities, we shall continue to make our history one which you will be pleased to know. -------CHS.------- CLASS WILL We, the class of nineteen twenty-five of Chinook High School of the State of Montana. being in generous frame of mind and being desirous of leaving our valuable possessions to the pleasant companions of our High School days while we have ambition and desire to do so. do declare this our last will and testament as follows: First—We do bequeath to our immediate successors, the Junior Class, our empty roll call seats in room twenty-one. our class spirit and our ability to accomplish anything we undertake. Second—To the Sophomore Class we be-

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10 THE CHINOOK BREEZE May. 1925 JUNIOR CLASS. Sitting—Jesse Brooks. Donald Montgomery. Second row—Frederick Wallner. Francis Easbey, Edward Ruhr. Earl Murphy. Henry Hollenberger. Leonard Cole. Third row—Alice Groven. Frances Boyle. Emma Guertzgen. Katherine Fitzsimmons. Anna Cline, Lynn Butcher. Nettie Sharpies. Mabel Musgrove. Percival Watkins. Leo Peterson. Fourth row Francis Peterson (Sponsor). Vera Murphy. Martha Alexander. Anna Dowen. Jessie Magruder. Loretta Ruhr. Verda Rowley. Anna Holst. Julia Boss-hardt. Margaret Forbes. Earl Streeter. JAZZY, JOLLY JUNIORS In 1922 the now so-called Juniors were accepting the fated lot of “Freshles. We were subjected to the ridicule and sarcastic remarks of the upper classmen, but took it all in good part and made a vow that wo would not be the only uncomfortable Freshmen. in years to come. Miss Clark and Miss Hobart were our roll call teachers, and we all rejoiced in the fact that here was one point where we excelled. Another thing which added a flavor of interest to this term was the method of detention. We are sorry to say that we almost held night classes during the winter, which gives you a good Idea of what an obedient class we had. By the time the Freshman year was completed. we had lost three of our members. Raymond Gardner. Reba Gibson ami Janet Thibedeau: but by the time school was ready to take up again the next fall Beatrice Lemmon. Vera Murphy and Earl Murphy were here to replace those who had left us the year before. We gave our classes a good send-off at the first of the year and kept the ball rolling thru the entire term by helping win the interclass championship in Football, having three men on the Basketball squad, and winning the interclass track meet. We also showed what the class of 26 could do in speaking and declamatory for they never found us lacking in school spirit, as we were the first ones to edit a class paper and carry out our parties and picnics to perfection. September 1. 1924 the Junior Class started off with a bang! Why shouldn’t we? Look what a class we have! The following new pupils were added to our ranks: Lynn Butcher. Francis Easbey, Edward Ruhr. Leo Peterson. Henry Hallenberger. Nettie Sharpies. Earl Streeter and Mabel Musgrove. When our class was organized we had no political troubles as most politicians do. We elected Francis Easbey as president. Anna (Mine vice-president, and Anna Holst secretary and treasurer. Nettie Sharpies took Anna Cline's place the last semester. It did not take us long to realize that we had some keen social talent in our class and we immediately set out to develop it. We became interested in every club that was organized, and as we wished to take the •ead in every activity, we began competing for the offices. It resulted in Donald Moct-j omery being president of the Skull an 1 Bones Club and secretary of the Student Activity Fund. Frances Boyle president of the Dramatic Club and representative on the Student Body Council. Henry Hollen berger president of the Agricultural Club, with Edward Ruhr secretary and treasurer. Jesse Brooks president of the “C Club and Francis Easbey secretary and treasurer. Vera Murphy chairman of the Student Body Council and secretary and treasurer of the Dramatic Club. There are also six me Thors of our class in the Glee Club and the Dramatic Club is composed ot a majority of Juniors. We also took active part in athletics. i.oonard Cole. Jesse Brooks and Clarence Achen were stars on the basketball team, while Henry Hollenberger and Francis Eas bey were subs. The Juniors wee winm rs of the inter-class basketball a.i • football games, Hollenberger. Cole, Easbey, Brooks. Achen and Leo Peterson starring in football and Montgomery. Murphy. Peterson. Cline, and Hollenberger in inter-class basketball. Nor do we take a back seat in girls' basketball. the star guard and forward on the main team. Loretta Ruhr and Anna Dowen. being members of the good old Junior gang. We have never hesitated at having rlppin' good times, for when the weather would not permit us to hold our semi-annual picnic out of doors last fall we enjoyed “hot flogs. buns and pickles in the basement of the school house. We have also held two bard-time parties, where we discovered we '•ould impersonate, at will, anyone front Ben Turpin to Old Mother Hubbard. The big social event of the season, the Junior Prom, was wliat you might term a “howling success.’’ About seventy-five were in attendance and all enjoyed themselves immensely. Did you ever see anything the Juniors give, a failure? We have all enjoyed the school year immensely and are going to give the Juniors of '25 a final wind up that will not be surpassed by any other class in the future, for Rip Saw! Rip Saw! Rip Saw! Bang! We are the good old Junior Gang! We don’t quarrel, but we can fight! We are Juniors! We’re all right! --------------c.h.s.------ Mr. Peterson in Biology class: What are the three classes of levers. Warren: First class, second class and third class. HISTORY OF CHINOOK HIGH SCHOOL (Continued from page five) in straightenin’ out the tangle he found the school In. After puttin’ things In pretty good shape, he went a huntin' fer a higher edlcatlon. I often wonder if a higher edl-cation makes a man higher in brains an' lower in common sense. Do you know whether it does or not?” No. I said in truth. I really don’t know whether it does or not. Higher education is Lit advantage, however. Perhaps it is! I don’t know, fer 1 don’t Think I ever had one.” I smiled ami he continued his story. “Now there’s another thing that I don’t Mko. an' that's Havre. There’s only one good thing that ever came out of Havre, an’ that’s a man As luck would have it he came to Chinook, an’ some how or other they snared him into being ring leader of the edicatin’ force. He’s a pretty good sort o’ feller, barrin’ oddities, sech as ownin’ a Ford car an’ wearin’ vests. As Shakespeare said: He’s jest like any feller only a little bit different , which hits the thumb tack on the head. An that’s that. Slowly the old man knocked the ashes out of his pipe, replacing it in his mouth with a full quarter-pound of tobacco. “The story’s done, young feller. I ain’t a fortune teller, so I cain't finish it. However. one thing is certain, when this old world heaves her last groan and cashes in her checks, the ol school’ll cash in then too. An’ that’s all I've got to say. Git out, my wife is due any time.” Thank you ever so m-----” Git!’’ he said. 1 got!