Chinook High School - Breeze Yearbook (Chinook, MT)

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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!

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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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May. 1925 THE CHINOOK BREEZE 11 SOPHOMORE CLASS. Sitting—Warren Phelan. Orville Watkins. Henry Lehfeldt. Second row—Harold Peterson. Walter Gibbs. Donald Blackstone. John Cronk. Leonard Harlen. Third row Angeline Cole. Mildred Utter. Doris Brinkman. Mary Fast. Elsie Maeirt. Louise Hiebert, Letha Runyan. Top row- Vernon Sanders. Kathleen Moore. Gertrude Winters. Angeline Lawson. Hulda Olson. Irene McClelland. Florence Campbell. SOPHOMORE CLASS HISTORY During our freshman and sophomore year many incidents happened which will not soon be forgotten by our merry group. In the year of 1923. thirty-live untrained and wild young mavericks assembled in the commercial room to he sorted out, hog-tied and halter-broken by the various teachers. Miss Clark proved to be well experienced on the subject and before we knew it we were all settled down, with the exception of Warren Phelan and Leonard Harlen. who, although they were given a ten-minute lecture on the subject of manners, etc., almost every day and night, gave the rest of the class the impression that they had been reared in the wilds of Africa. They also gave undoubted evidence to prove that the theory of Evolution is true. During the year, several of our members found the roads pretty rough and decided to remain as they were. One of our geniuses -Gyda Ronne -left us to live in Oregon, and wo sadly missed her cheerful smile. The first celebration in the history of our class was the class picnic. Mr. Huston Smith and Mr. Vernon Sanders, as usual, were the star performers and as a roaring bonfire cast long, spooky shadows over the merry group, we huddled closer together and listened to Willis Fredlund and the others singing. Maybe you think we didn’t experience some real thrills! While crossing the creek on the way home. Miss Clark became so interested in the reflection of the beautiful scenery therein, that she lost her balance, and Mr. Smith was obliged to act as hero. Who can ever forget the happy days we spent in room 24? Mr. Smith was ever ready to laugh with us even though Greta Sands did make some discouraging remarks, and Johnny Cronk always took the wrong meaning to intelligent statements. Marjorie Miller and Letha Run van would spent the majority of the recitation period in a whis-rered conversation concerning anything but General Science. I don’t think that Greta Sands and Anna Maney iave been seen chewing gum since the time that Mr. Smith made them write “I will not chew gum two thousand times. That was really hard work. In English the Merchant of Venice and Julius Caesar” were thoroughly enjoyed, especially when Evelyn Campbell and Henry Lehfeldt acted as husband and wife. Although none of the Freshmen took part in the activities of “Sneak Day. it was an interesting part of our history to see the poor Seniors punished. Some of the Juniors and Sophomores thought they were as big as the Seniors, and—well, they got theirs, too. We were sorry to lose Laura Phares from our midst. Because of sickness she was forced to remain at home, and so the Eighth Grade added her to their homogeneous? list. During the year the Freshmen decided to have a party. After much discussion a Hard Time party was decided upon. We reached this decision because Marjorie Miller didn’t have a dress to wear. Merrill Smith enjoyed playing Heavy, heavy hangs over thy head.” because he could take Miss Bancroft for a walk. Huston Smith didn't want to play anything else, thinking he might get another chance to make love to Miss Clark. Before we ended our celebration. a few Seniors invaded our area and kidnaped a few of our members. The Latin I and 11 class gave a picnic at Paradise Dam. Miss Anderson proved to be very much afraid of snakes, while Miss Northup was mistaken for one of Mack Sennett’s bathing beauties. The lunch consisted of weiners. buns. cake. pop. coffee and pickles. The C” Club carnival was a red letter event mainly because of the howling success it proved to be. We were well represented in the Queen contest by Letha Runyan. and Warren Phelan made an expert f -eak. The Freshman girls’ Japanese Tea Room was a noticeable feature of the program. Another picnic brightened the daily routine of our monotonous spring days. How hard it was to keep our minds on school work when the birds and other mysterious voices of Nature were calling to us! I’m afraid there were too many cases of spring fever those first few wonderful days. Our picnic was a grand success and the fact that Huston Smith and Miss Clark were roped and tied to a tree together afforded much amusement for the others. A grand lunch was served and coffee was boiled over a leaping bonfire. I ater a few boys and girls left for town, owing to the fact that they had dates pending. The time went by so fast that soon the storm of semester exams hung threateningly over our heads. The very thought made us shudder, and some of us. indeed, were lost in the whirlwind to find ourselves behind t ur classmates. Nevertheless, we greatly icjoiced because of the vacation which was to follow. We left our friends sorrowfully making many promises to return after a tl ree-month period, a joy and contentment that of not having to study. After a few heart-breaking experiences, lots of fun and a little sorrow the old gang assembled in room 21 this time under the auspices of Vernon Sanders. A few more mavericks were added to the list among whom were Mary Fast. I aPriel Williams. Harold Peterson and a few others. Some of our old classmates sought other fields— among these was Ruth Carley. Mr. Sanders proved to be a very efficient boss, and Mr. Peterson, who took Merrill Smith’s place, was a good sport, too. Miss Soule took the place of Miss Clark, and I am sure that those who took Commercial subjects enjoyed them very much. Although Florence and Evelyn Campbell spent the first half of the period comparing and reading bills , drafts , or what we more commonly called notes” from Wallner Bros.. Inc.. 1 am sure that they learned as much of bookkeeping as did any of us. Evelyn always became excited when it came time to open another envelope, because she wanted to see what was in it and each time would exclaim. “Oh. gee. this is just like Christmas. The first half of the semester a few of our gay classmates left us. among whom were Perry Cowan. Mary Pyette and Harold Gro-ven. Our class seems to be diminishing gradually, but we’ve got the same old spirit and pep which makes our class the best one in school. We can all agree that the success of obtaining the gym was the most important event. The shirt-tail parade was indeed picturesque and one in which the Sophomores took active part. After Christmas vacation, the Sophomores