Chinook High School - Breeze Yearbook (Chinook, MT)

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22 THE CHINOOK BREEZE May. 1932 I Sometimes we sit and wonder. And this includes a sigh. Just why we like to go to school— Without it some get by! II. But wait—! Here comes an answer. Perhaps it’s from on High; Conscience tells us to be best To Him we must be nigh. III. Year by year this school takes in Students and teachers new; But watch, please, the one great group. The Class of ’32! Audrey Bailey, ’32. Class Prophecy FELLOW CLASSMATES: I have always had a peculiar desire to spend much ol my time alone, and because of that, I frequently take long walks. Perhaps it is because no one cares for my interesting companionship that I am alone so much, but be that as it may, I enjoy my solitude. Not long ago, I was out taking a stroll on a beautiful moonlight evening. I’m usually very brave, but that evening things seemed strange; trees whiskered weirdly to each other, and brush had an uncanny way of crackling. But I was determined nor. to let my nerves get the best of me, so 1 pushed on. Suddenly out of the stillness came a sharp cry, and a call for help. I was almost pertrified, but I managed to walk in the direction of the cry. I’ll have to admit I was afraid, but something urged me on. To my surprise. I found a gypsy girl, who had broken her ankles. She had been in town telling fortunes, and on her way back to the gypsy camp, had fallen, with that result. I helped her back to camp, and became very interested in the fortunes of the gypsies. I visited my new friend often and finally she consented to tell my fortune, but I told he: that I was not only interested in my own future but that of my classmates. “You would like to travel, wouldn’t you,” asked my gypsy friend. Would I, that’s my greatest ambition!” 1 cried. “Well—we shall see in a few moments. Listen!” Her eyes became fixed as in a trance; I was rather frightened, but soon she began to speak and I listened intently. The year 1942, has arrived. You have invested in oil wells in Oklahoma and have accumulated great wealth. Now to satisfy your burning desire for travel, you intend to tour the world. You are going to be fortunate, for you are going to see many of your former class-mates.” She paused for a moment, and then continued, saying that which I shall relate in the first person. On my way East. I stopped in Chicago to do some shopping. Here the name on every one’s lips was William Corkrum. He was the leader of the largest gang of cutthroats in the underworld. At that time he was issuing a declamation to kill the President of the U. S., Verlon Cox, for marrying the lady of Corky’s dreams, Alice Easbey. After I left Corky’s den, I decided I’d see some of the sights of the big city. I was so busy looking a sky-scrapers that I didn’t have time to see where I was going and as a result I ran directly into a big policeman. The policeman wasn’t very pleased at this affront to his dignity, but his scowl turned to a smile when he recognized me. Who else could it be but Gerhart Obie. After the shock of meeting him was over, I really wasn’t surprised to see him on the beat, for he always was a believer in law and order. He confided to me that the one ambition of his life was to break up Corky’s gang, but whether he succeeded or not. 1 do not know. The rest of my journey to New York was uneventful. 1 set sail from New York on the U. S. Beren-garia for parts unknown. I was going where ever the spirit moved me. While on our way across, we came upon a ship where a number of divers were at work. It seemed that a ship carrying a huge amount of gold to Europe had gone down. I was very startled when I discovered one of the sea divers to be Lloyd Spring. He hadn’t seemed the gold thirsty type in the good old days. I had a little chat with him and he told me Ilia, labor was a disguise for him. He had married the Queen of Holland, but a life of idleness became monotonous and he was in search of adventure. Le s hope he found it. After I arrived in Europe I found everyone owned an airplane. I was not to be outdone so I soon had my pilot’s license. I was scouting over a forest one day, when a peculiar looking building caught my eye. I landed and taxied across an open space towards the structure. Before I knew what it wa3 ail about. I saw a gun pointed at mo and a rough voice said. Don’t you know you are trespassing?” Something sounded familiar about that voice, and as I looked up, I saw that it was Ray Ramberg. Ho gasped as he saw me and extended a hand in greeting. He then look me to this peculiar looking building and explained that he and Roy were working on a way to reach Jupiter. Just then Roy joined us and contributed to the very interesting discussion. They told me about a trip they had made to Neptune. They thought that they were going to be the first to reach that planet, but they were surprised to find friends among a certain wealthy group who lived there. Daisy Nesslar was a charming hostess and she has as her assistants. Helen Jones and Leona Thompson, who helped her entertain guests from other planels. They found it a marvelous diversion from the usual routine of life on earth. I was delighted to hear of my old friends and after a few moments more of conversation, 1 took off. You might be interested in this, the Ramberg twins declared themselves confirmed bachelors. At Berlin, I chanced by the music conservatory. Only professionals were allowed to enter, and because I couldn’t go in. I was just figuring out some scheme where by I might sneak in, when I was nearly knocked off my feet by a piano that landed d»-

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May. 1932 THE CHINOOK BREEZE 21 Item—To our dear school building; itself, we leave the peaceful quiet caused by our absence and any apple cores, wads of gum, or crumpled notes we may have left about. Item—To our superintendent we give and bequeath a sense of relief that we have at last been graduated and a feeling of pride in any great deeds o noteworthy achievements that oui future may contain, realizing that such glorie3—if any will owe much to his example and counsel. Item—To our teachers, the faculty of Chinook High School, we hereby give, free from all inheritance, luxury, or income tax, our entire store of knowledge. From them it came and to them it should be returned, that others may be benefited by it as we have been. Along with this knowledge is bequeathed much additional information obtained by original research and contemplation. We feel that it will prove sufficiently startling to merit consideration and might even, with profit, be incorporated in the next course of study. Item—To our teachers we bequeath our valuable sense of humor, without which we should have found school life painful indeed and which will do much to make it endurable for them. Item—We also give and bequeath to the teachers our very kindest regards and our sincere gratitude for theii unfailing kindness and aid. Item To the history of the Chinook High School we bequeath our illustrious deeds and our names as candidates for the Hall of Fame. We also leave the words and music of our class song which, though not beautiful, is very durable. Its sentiments and phrases have been in active use for the last hundred years and show no signs of fatigue as yet. Item—To next year’s class president, we leave -with grave doubts as to his ability to use it—the stentorian voice of our good president. Dale Watkins, which enabled him to overcome all opposition and to prevent others from knowing opposition existed. Also, we leave his ability to keep on good terms with the faculty and still do as he pleases: ;n other words, his executive ability. The smaller individual bequeaths are as follows: Item—To the undergraduates needing it most, wo give Alice Easbey’s supply of language, which will enable the recipient to talk more and say less than any other human being. Also to the undergraduate who is most in danger of not passing next year, we bequeath Winn Peterson’ss store of information which will make it easy to pass any test in any subject, at any time. Item—To the laziest member of the Senior class-to-be; we bequeath Helen Jones’s ambition. It it is combined with the laziness, the result w’ill be norni-al activity. Item—To the over-ambitious undergraduate—if such there be—we leave the perfect indolence of Roy Maney. Some people sit and waste time. Roy just sits. This indolence, properly used, will insure him against nervous breakdowns resulting from overstudy and fully qualify him later in life, for the job of founding a phoney Oriental Cult, which specializes in relaxation and repose. Item—To the Junior Class we give, reluctantly but of necessity, our mantle of dignity. We realize that the Class can never fill it but, since it is expected of them, our advice is, “Grin and wear it.” Item—William Cork rum leaves his permanent wave to Delfred Brinkman and his size to LeRoy Betcher. Item—Ray and Roy Ramberg leave theh position as school twins to Ray and Roy Finley with the request that they lose none of its dignity. Item—Leona Thompson leaves her Madonna-lice appearance to Evelyn Buffington. Item—Lillian Holst bequeaths her figure to Dova Jess. Item—Fred Tharp leaves his musical ability .o Frank Lott. Item—Jean Sands wills her ability to argue to Janet Drummond. Item—To Gwen Hottenstein. Winn Peterson bequeathes his dramatic ability and apologetic methods. for uses only in the halls and when entering class rooms. Item—James Thompson bequeaths his mastery ol the English language to Glen Winterrowd. Item Julia Nolan wills her dignified way of earning herself to Elnora Sessions. Item—Daisy Nesslar gives her cosmetic box to Frances Blevins. Item—Marian Streeter leaves his attentions for Bernice Heustis to Everett Watkins. Item—Warren Dorn bequeaths his good humor to Charles Peterson. Item—Mildred Phelan leaves her laugh to Vera Varner. Item—Gladys Hottenstein gives her ambition to Eugene Phelan. Item—To Miriam Lewis, Anne Simpson leaves her position as “hello girl.” Item—Josephine Sharpies bequeaths her height to Peggy Patterson. Item—Maurice Powell leaves his similarity to Edison to Walter Goodman, provided he promises 10 keep up the standards set by him. Item—Margaret Jacobson leaves her old-fashioned ideas 01 a good time to Florence Gesell. Item—Bernice King bequeaths her stuhborness to Marguerite Shurr. Besides these bequeaths, we leave our best wishes to any and all who may desire them. Any property or personal possessions of ours that may remain in addition to the items specified we give and bequeath to the Chinook Board of Education to use as it sees fit. Finally, we do hereby name and appoint as the sole executor of this, our last will and testament, our Class Advisor, Miss Willsey. In witness, whereof we, the Class of 1932, the testator, have set our hand and seal on this twenty-third day of May in the Year of 1932. Witness: The Senior Class of 1932 MR. CONWAY MR. SHOWMAN

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May, 1932 THE CHINOOK BREEZE 23 lectly in front of me. It seemed as tho that piano fell into a thousand pieces. I couldn’t imagine what musician could be so tempermental as that, when Maurice Powell came bounding out followed by Fred Tharp. Fred was becceching Maurice to come back and play his scales before the professor came back. I didn’t dare interrupt such a display of temper and temperament so I walked on. I found out later that the hard boiled professor was Pete Pyette. After so much sight seeing, I discovered I was hungry and I decided I would try out Berlin’s most exclusive cabaret. I entered a most beautiful place. Afte: I had been seated and was looking the place over, I saw a dark, handsome man strolling about in a leisurely manner. To my surprise it was James Thompson. I hadn’t expected to see him in such a place, but I had to admit that he was the type to draw exclusive trade. I caught his eye and beckoned to him. He recognized me and came over at once. He told me that he owned the place and was doing exceptionally well. Just then a group of dancers came out on the floor. 1 noticed something familiar about an auburn haired girl in the group. James told me that she was Lillian Holst, and was the most popular dancer in Berlin. I was very happy to hear that she had become so successful. After an old fashioned chat with both. I left, feeling that the world wasn’t such a large place alter all. I decided I couldn’t leave Europe without seeing Venice. It met ail my expectations. Venice is a city of romance, and that has always attracted me. I spent as much time as possible in a gondola on the Grand Canal. It gave me a chance to rest and observe life. One evening when I was on the canal. I heard two voices singing in English. That attracted me and to my good fortune both gondolas docked at the same pier. I felt as tho something was going to happen and as I turned I saw Edna Markholm and Rosa Rnnnion getting out of the other gondola. They told me that they owned many gondolas and had a flourishing business. I asked them how they could run that type of business without the aid of men, but they declared that all men were fickle and that women were superior to men in business anywray. I wondered if there had been some disappointment in the past, but they looked happy and contented, so I let the matter drop. They told me that Margaret Jacobsen was a mannequin in one of the most exclusive shops in Paris. From Venice I made my way leisurely across the Mediterranean Sea thru the Suez Canal. I stopped w'here ever fancy dictated. I enjoyed my trip thru the Orient, but was constantly on the look out for familiar faces. I didn’t see anyone until I reached Tokyo, Japan. There, to my surprise, I discovered Vanda Ames running a first class beauty parlor. She said at times she was homesick for her old friends but that she couldn’t imagine living in the United States again. I set sail from Tokyo to Hawaii. I had been in Honolulu just a short time when I discovered that the most popular hostess in the city w'as Julia Nolan, an old class-mate of mine. She had married a wealthy sugar planter and was very happy. I called upon her and she invited me to stay with her. I had a wonderful time there. Julia is famous throughout the islands for her hospitality. To my surprise, I found among the house guests at Julia’s another classmate. Agnes Monson. I remembered Agnes as a very shy, timid girl, but at that time she had the reputation for being the greatest flirt in Honolulu. I hated to tear myself away from such pleasant surroundings, but I felt I had to get back home. I made the trip to New' York via the Panama Canal. I felt lonesome when I arrived at New York for there was no one to welcome me except the statue of Liberty. There are times w'hen I wish 1 wasn’t such v. solitary creature! I was just going to engage a taxi when someone called my name. I spun about, surprised to thin that some one recognized me, and there by a cab stood Mildred Phelan. She looked very nifty in her trim uniform. She explained that she needed a change of atmosphere and wfas attempting to run down all the police force and pedestrians in the city. She suggested that she take me down tow'n so 1 got into her cab. As we drove up Fifth Avenue, I fully expected that her aim was about to be realized. I’ve never had such a wild, reckless ride. Little did I dream in the olden days that Mildred would ever he anything but sensible and law' abiding. I was much relieved w'hen I saw Mildred drawing up to the curb, for once more my life had been spared. She stopped at the Metropolitan Art Gallery and insisted that I go in to see some paintings. I really wasn’t in a frame of mind to view' works of art, but I followed her. The sight that met my gaze was astonishing. Such a mixture of colors I had never seen before. I started to ask who w'as responsible for such art. when a familiar name in the corner met my eye. The artist was none other than Warren Dorn. He had taken the country by storm. After our stop at the Art Gallery. I spent a few' hours visiting with Mildred. She was able to tell ine oI other of our classmates. Schumann Heinck’s place has been taken by Elain Goodman. I always knew she had talent, but never surmised she would become so famous. She had as her traveling companion and accompanist, Bernice King. I heard that Roy Maney was the president of a Theological Seminary in Ireland. Wonders never cease! 1 also heard that his former finance, Roz-eltha Gibbs, has taken up artistry, the famous process of painting cats with white stripes and then selling the furs. As I had been gone on my trip for so long, I decided I’d like to see what had happened in the old home state during my absence. In Helena. I met Josephine Sharpies. She was the Governor’s private secretary and very prosperous looking. I asked her for news of old friends and she told me that Dale Watkins had located in Helena. I remembered that Dale Watkins had been interested in medicine, but I w’as very much surprised to hear that he had turned out to be a quack doctor. The medical authorities wfere trying to get him out of town, but Dale held on. In Josephine’s collection of books, one caught my eye. It w’as entitled. Paradise Lost in 1950.” It