Chinook High School - Breeze Yearbook (Chinook, MT)

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May. 1932 THE CHINOOK BREEZE 25 CLASS SONG 1932 is here; Our year is ending; All of its hope and fear Tn victory blending; Yet, as we pass, wo say, Sad as we sever, “Chinook forever! Chinook forever!” Great things are done for us— Science, mathematics— Large victories won of us— Strong in athletics! Brave in debate are we, Won each endeavor!— “Chinook forever! Chinook forever!” Now as we leave the halls, I ifo’s voice inviting, Loud every student calls, Fondly uniting, “Farewell, 1932, To return never! Farewell forever! Farewell forever!” When We Were Sophomores

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24 THE CHINOOK BREEZE May. 1932 proved to be a philosophical discussion written by a Madame La Salle. Josephine told me that that was an alibi used by Gladys Hottenstein. Well. I always knew Gladys had brains, but I wondered how anyone ever got anything out of the book. It was too deep for me! There were two more surprises awaiting me In Helena. On a street corner one evening. I saw a very energetic Salvation Army lassie. It was Lillian Hallenberger. I thot she planned to be a nurse, and so had she until she met a dashing, handsome Salvation Army Captain. We were very glad to see one another again. 1 complimented her on her good work and she seemed pleased. She said that she had a very able assistant in Annie Simpson who was also supertintendent of an Orphans’ home in Helena. I had to spend a few moments, too. with Annie to talk over old times. She informed me that an old friend of hers. Marion Streeter was professor of the world’s most famous chemistry laboratory in Zurich. I gathered, however, that Marions attentions had wandered. I decided that I had seen enough of Montana and went on out to Seattle. On my way out. I was looking thru a magazine to pass the time of day. In that I discovered an article written by Jean Sands, who had become the president of a humane society for dumb animals. She was pleading for funds with which to carry on the work, so I concluded that the training Jean had received on the annual staff had served her well. With that, my gypsy friend came out of her trance and I came to with a start, realizing that after all it was only May, 1932. But I wonder what will be the fate of the members of the class of ’32? I wonder if any of these gypsy ravings will come true? But time will tell and in the meantime, “life goes on.” Class Epitaph (After Goldsmith) Here lie the good Seniors whose genius was such We scarcely can blame it or praise it too much; Who, born for distinction, perfected their mind And. fraught with all learning, gave joy to mankind. They were equal to all things, for nothing unfit. They were pleased with their culture and proud of their wit. They are missed by their classmates, their teachers as well. Who their virtues and wisdom now tearfully tell. They died of brain fever, brought on by delight. In their fourth year of age on commencement night. They are glad to be gone to a new world, alack! If we could when we pleased, we’d not whistle them back. But let us be candid and speak out our mind. Their equal as students ’twill be hard to find, And in peace may they lie, our good Seniors, who now Have taken their finals and made their last bow. Class Poem Borne high on every Chinook breeze. Over the busy lanes and streets. What is that cry that seems to seize Each member of the class it meets? What are the wondering words that lurk Deep in the eyes of all we pass?— “Seniors, ’to what end do you work?”— “Ich dien’!—I serve!” replies the class. From out the busy haunts of men. Where all aspiring lives are seen. We feel a world’s eyes turn again. Unto our class—1932. From Chinook High School they may well Expect all worth with none to swerve From principles they proudly tell. In noble words—“Ich dien’!—I serve!” The High School watches with a smile; Our teachers guide each faltering aim; Alumni look on all the while For added laurels to their fame; With tender faith in us. they give That same old question, eye to eye. “Come, students, for what do you live?”— Tch dien’!—I serve!” is our reply. It is the duty of the great To serve the men of smaller mind; Those best endowed are sent by Fate To lift the weaker one behind; We who are here made strong and wise Must answer, steeled in will and nerve— Tell us wherein your effort lies!” We bravely cry. “Ich dien’!—1 serve!” And from the heavens so fair above. We sense the ever-watching eye; The angels of eternal love Are brooding o’er us from on high; They understand each struggle weak. Each wish, each aim, each rise and fall; “Children, for what good do you seek?” “Ich dien’!—I serve!” reply we all. Senior Honor Roll GLADYS HOTTENSTEIN—Valedictorian EDNA MARK HOLM—Salutatorian DALE WATKINS JAMES THOMPSON JOSEPHINE SHARPLES ROSA RUNNION ANNIE SIMPSON HELEN JONES JEAN SANDS LILLIAN HOLST VERLON COX GERHART OBIE ELAIN GOODMAN

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Saint Peter’s Roll Call NAME ALIAS TRADE-MARK SAYING PASTIME FEAR AMBITION IN TEN YEARS V. Cox Cox Muscles I don’t exactly know Alice Pridgeon 4 Has none To get Alice Saving money W. Dorn Van Buren Grin Let’s go kids Driving bus Girls To reach Mars Quack V. Cork rum Corky Length O. K. Flirting Growing Get curly hair Egypt L. Holst Freckles Freckles I know Milking cows Poor grades School inarm In the poor house G. Hottenstien Gladys Size Oh heavens Church Mother Large family Hard to tell H. Jones Jonesy Pep Pardon Country dances Bad impression Reduce Circus crier B. King Bernice Eyes Silly— Tom Typing Get Tom Mussolini’s successor E. Markholm Edna Quietness Oh gosh Studying Noise English teacher Retired I . Xesslar Babe Daintiness Ain’t that dumb Boys Mrs. Zim Looks Milk maid J. Nolan Julia Hair Oh yah Dancing Gray hair Graduate Disappointed W. Pederson Pete Eyes Oh heck Doing back work Dad Bishop 250 lbs. flesh M. Phelan Mung Laugh You would think of that Chasing bulls Cows To be bright Still trying Hay Ramberg Ray Girls’ trinkets Talking about ’em again Minding mother Dorothy Aviation Bookkeeper Roy Itainberg Roy Gold Teeth Oh yeah Physics Havre blonds Keep away from women Happy Jean Sands Shrimpy Gallop My gosh Shows Johnny Be an athlete Horse doctor A. Simpson Rooney Com plexion Number please Working Beaus To be good Still wound up L. Spring Springer Chin I don’t know Hasn’t any Dark Get married Yodeller Fred Tharp Fritz Hair I don’t see why Home Change of climate President Broken hearted J. Thompson Jimmie Sedateness Prove it Ask Lloyd Parties Live 100 years Hopeful I). Watkins Bud Gracefulness Ain’t it a darb Filling tanks To be late Doctor Successful R. Gibbs Rosie Disposition Well for crying in a beer Hally’s The law Artist Model Married L. Hallenberger Hally Smile For the love of the pope Fighting A flaw Get rich quick Still ambitious V. Ames Vanda Frown Really Bluffing Being left out Bishop’s wife Still going good M. Powell Edison Haircuts Pretty soon Tools Books Radio announcer She got him P. Pyette Pete Red Sweater What’s it to you Cutting up Miss Willsey Outlaw Nun R. Runnion Rosie Check Book Oh Lordy Writing checks Mice Get hitched Bathing beauty J. Sharpies Jo Specks It’s the berries Playing hooky Mother Spud queen Wash woman M. Jacobson Ikky Gab Ain’t love grand Stepping out Men Get dates State pen A. Monson Aggy Bones Nothing much Nothing Grace Get fat In the dark L. Thompson Tommy Long Hair You think so Dowe Dad Start something Lion tamer E. Goodman Tufty Eyebrows Oh gosh Waiting on tables Class meeting Hasher Dog catcher M. Streeter Eub Walk I don’t know Bernice’s History Get married Actress G. Obie Gay Norway 1 guess so Physics Not catching bus College Prof. Opera singer A. Bailey Rex Wit Oh Judas Composing songs Keeping time Public speaker Succeeded A. Easbey Alicia Giggle Well for crying out loud Store Arnold Movie star Grandfather R. Maney Pat Voice What’s the question? Delivering milk Women A1 Capone’s second Janitor