Cottonwood High School - Prado Populus Yearbook (Cottonwood, ID)

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4 ay ff 1 f, H: . yr me 264 4- ff This epic that we will read this night, Will fill you with wonder and delight. A You will say to yourself, 'lDo these things Occur? But please rest your mind and feel secure. Some of it's myth and some of it's true, lt was written just to entertain you. But while were reeling it off, as on a screen, A strain Ox sadness run through this theme. As best as we can, well portray Dome or the sad points and some of the gay, Of teachers and classmates and things we have seen, And we'1l keep these a token as years intervene. s first comes the teachers and perhaps it is be t That some of our paths will be leading out west. 'lhough we know theyre good scouts, well apologize here For things that well say, and have saicl through this year. lV1r. Niciiay is one who's the salt of the land, Hes the head of the school and the head or the band, He teaches us scores and teaches us flats, And he can settle our score, but we watch out for that. Mrs. tiuettner is stern, but kind to us all, bhe s always there at our beck and our callg Shes our class supervisor and a Very good sport, Though we Let there were times when her temper was short lV1rs. Dixon, another, is a great deal of fun, We get tests in lznglish and she wants them well doneg Shes working and striving with all of her might ,lo see that said English is studied just right. ln class we have one teacher who lays it on thick, But we feel lVlr. Torgerson is really a brickg He teaches athletics and basketball too, But to him and these things we'll soon say adieu. Ted Hilbert is president of the S. B. A. And we'll surely miss him when he goes awayg l-le's a Spanish class aan, with an average D plusg Athletic star and good natured, but a terrible fuss. Now here's Clifford Schnider, his nature is sunny, l-le thinks an eighth grade girl is really a honey, Too bad heis launching on his career, Peggy will be a Freshman this time next year. There's a girl in our class who is carefree and meek, But quiet in English, every day of the weekg She's after a good grade, we haven't a doubt, Carol Donnally is the one we are talking about. Pwaul Schwartz used to be a railroad man, He worked hard and acquired a beautiful tang l-le does extra time in the ofhce 'tis said, There he gets extra credits, now that's using his head. Prado ?opaEas, aaa W W?

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5 14... 5' 'M My ..., z.- 11. .wh W. W, . ' I ' '. A' A 'Z 'ff rr vf -ff 532 2:1 fn' ff ' Q.-,Q ,Nfl Mr. McKay replied: She is working alsequel to her famous experiment for controlling Hammus Jodianitis, a tiny bug which insits on eating the moon. She lives one mile below the surface, and comes up for provisions about once a year. As soon as this experiment is finished she can retire for life and settle down on her plantation in southern Georgia and gaze at her prized collection of the I-lammus Jodanitis for the rest of her quiet days. - Suddenly their conversation was interrupted by a slight bump. It was the rocket ship arriving at the Moon. As Mrs. Buettner started to disembark from the plane, her ears were greeted with wild cheers and a blaring fanfare of trumpets. To her utter amazement a handsome man whom she soon recognized to be Lee Roberts, stepped forward and welcomed her to the Moon. l..ee, it appeared, was the leader of the one political machine on the Moon. After a short visit he rushed off to make a campaign speech for, Mrs. Buettner found out later, Clifford Schnider, who was running for assistant mouse catcher in the land of the green cheese. Cliff always wanted to be boss over something, even if it is only mice, Mrs. Buettner amusingly thought. After a brief period of rest and with their space ship again headed into space towards Mars, Mr. McKay and Mrs. Buettner continued their conversation. Suddenly there was a buzz and Mr. McKay lifted a receiver from its hook and listened. FLASH-June Huntley, famous raiser of pedigreed hogs in the Keuterville area has just eloped with Jim Toennis, famous Television Cowboy. It is the tenth marriage for' Mr. Toen- nis and the first for Miss Huntley. Our main wonder now is-will she be another ex in a few weeks or is this the one to last? As no more news is available at the moment we will leave-U I-low interesting, said Mr, McKay as he switched his radio system off. Well, that accounts for all but two of the Class of l947, replied Mrs. Buettner. s'Carol Donnally and Mary Ann Riener are the only ones left. Those two girls-l haven't been able to find any trace of them whatsoever since their graduation. l suppose we'll never know now, Mr. McKay sighed. The remainder of the week they spent flying from planet to planet. At last it was time for the long trek homeward. It was almost time for the reunion of the Senior Class of I947. As their shipload of the Class neared earth, Mrs. Buettner couldn't help wishing she knew the whereabouts of the two girls. Having arrived back in Cottonwood Mrs. Buettner decided to have her hair fixed so she would look presentable at the class reunion. She picked the biggest beauty salon she could find. To her surprise who should be seated at the receiving table but the owner, Carol Donnally. To Mrs. Buettner's delight Carol demonstrated her new hair style which was the present rage of the country. After informing Carol of the reunion to be held, Mrs. Buettner stepped into the street and made her way to the Theater. As she seated herself in a com- fortable seat the show started. The first number on the program was the famous dancing team from the Cottonwood Dancing Academy. Some premonition seemed to tell Mrs. Buett- ner it would be someone she knew and sure enough there was Mary Ann Riener and her handsome partner demonstrating their original Sweethearts Shag. When the number was finished Mrs. Buettner hurried 'backstage to talk with Mary Ann. After removing her wig and combing her silvery locks she and Mrs. Buettner hurried to the School Auditorium where the reunion was already progressing. Yes, Mrs. Buettner thought as she fell exhausted into bed that night, it was indeed a most successful day with all members of my favorite class present for the finest reunion ever held. With those last words she fell into a happy and dreamful sleep. Wada wepmas, W6 - Va?

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enior Cleora Tacka goes steady with a boy named Joe, His last name in Schumacher, that we all knowg If someday he asks her to be his wife, Why she'll be a cobler for the rest of her life. You've heard of woman haters, and we have one of those, With no dates, no fblondes, and brim full of his woes: He likes to be ornery, always laughing in class, Lee Roberts is the one with all of this brass. John Turner is Co-editor of the Mustang Stampede, He's good natured and agreeable with all, 'tis agreedg But to pass away time and not to lose face, He's continually scrapping with Miss Gladys Kees. Mary Ann Riener has a very bad crush On ia Junior boy, and it makes her blush, And giggle a lot, but she'll surely find lt's going to be sad when she leaves him behind. They say we have friends, and friends in need, And Alyce Bieren is one indeedg We call her Smokey and we think she's grand, For she's always willing to lend a hand. june Huntley, the one with sparkling eyes Works hard at the Camas for exercise: The reason for this is so she will get tuff, And be able to tend bar when she's old enough. james Toennis is one who cannot be beat When he fills up his plate and starts in to eat: He's a champion at that, we all know it's true, He'll challenge them all, every one of the crew. I-lere's where we change from silly to sad, We all have our faults, but we aren't all badg There are others who'll eventually take our place While we, the world, are trying to face. When we hear the sound of the High School bell, We know it is loudly ringing the knell Of our last few days at Cottonwood Hi, It will be with real sorrow that we'll say good-bye. She's been a good school, though at times we have muttered And were prone to flitter, and titter, and putterg But we know we will miss her, and forever she'll be A bright shining spot in our mem-o-ry. When our paths have branched and from school fetters we're free, And friends we once loved, we no longer seeg ln thoughts we'll return and perhaps we will cry, Oh, let me come back to old Cottonwood High. By JAMES TOENNIS and CLIFFORD SCI-INIDER. Prado Populus, '46 - '47