Cut Bank High School - Wolf Yearbook (Cut Bank, MT)

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Then with pale faces and wobbling knees Did each budding Freside pour forth his wisdom, Even so (lie mighty Senior and flighty Junior; With resolution and great assurance, spake Our worthy Evelyn Anderson. Again the voice was Heard, which said: “ 'Tis fair Evelyn, ('lass of ’22, Who deserves this praise and honor.” Even a Juniors, with wondrous thirst and hunger We flocked to the pastures of knowledge. Then did the children of Anderson, And the children of lloldren, Hansom. Ilosea and Jacobson cast their several arms Around each other's coat tails, and plunged Madly into plans for the unparalleled “Prom.” And ht! Such beauty and grandeur was seen As had never been seen before. Then were the rose and silver blended In heavenly harmony. And it came to pass that the brilliant Ilosea Departed. Sorely afflicted we complained. Prophetic voice was then beard saying: Von invincible (’lass of '22, hark ye, and be comforled For 1 shall send one of shining talent, (’ommeree, the all-wise, the all-sufficient; His boundless store of knowledge Shall he contribute to your good ('lass.' Now has come the longed for Senior year, in w hich We do naught but look ultra wise, And sit in the much coveted back seats. Our underclassmen, forsooth, are now Even diligent understudies; and with bland. With unctions tone, they crave our notice. E’en the worthy and exalted Faculty bow down Before us! And now comes the End. Behold the day of Baccalaureate draws nigh! Forthwith shall we step out as learned ones. We bid farewell to unsophisticated Frosh, To the snickering Soph, even to the Juniors, who would be wise. All these Will weep and wail and be cast in grief When we depart from this place of learning. Lured thence by the world’s given pastures. —LORETTA CHASSE, ’22.

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9tsiinr umpluntipfl Clotho, mighty holder of Life's distaff, Lachesis, guardian of the spindle, and Atropos, dreaded wielder of the fatal shea rex, looking down with grace and favor on the invincible (’lass of so deem d for them: That in the memorable year of our Lord, One thousand nine hundred and eighteen, Prophetic voice was heard throughout the land, Which sai l: “Come, all ye ignorant ones. To the mighty Palace of Learning, even to Cut P.ank, Hark ye! The day has come when neither The meek, nor the humble nor exalted, May come late to school in the morning. Hut must rise up steadfast at an early hour; And must wend their tortuous way Forthwith to this famous Temple of Knowledge.” And that day tin Class of ’l!” Did assemble themselves together In a mass, where each, in fear and trembling, Heard a sonorous voice which said: “I am the honored Professor. Even to me Do you show respect and obedience.” Alas! Despite our wit and sophistication, Exalted Senior, even the self satisfied Junior, And the snickering Soph, passed us bv. Hut even as the days passed, pity and shame Smote their hearts, and they dealt with us more kindly. With worldly wisdom, we as Sophomores entered Again the scholarly halls of Cut Hank. Verdant Freshmen passed us with giddy hearts, And giddy knees and shuffling feet. Condescended we to mock them and to grin, As the Exalted Ones had done to us. Hut the day came when even these innocents were awed; ’Twas a day of great excitement and commotion, When the great voice again spoke saying: “There shall pass two weeks and the Cirls’ Vocational ’ongress Shall be held in the City of Bozeman. Do you choose a fertile, clever mind To represent your noble Institution.”

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 rntnr SruelattmtB Rich man, poor man, beggar man,” drones Old Father Time, marking the destinies and fortunes of man with tin severing of each petal of the Hose. C. It was knee-deep in the May of the year of 1942. Heaven had smiled upon Glacier t’onnty; the gods had sent sunshine and rain and soft south winds, causing tin prairies to bloom as though Dame Nature had ordained them her garden spot. Hut in one lone dell, just without the portals of Out Hank High School, Nature was still unkind, for in its dry and rocky soil not a vestige of life was to be found. Hut now, just as the grasses and the grains of nearby fields were blooming, there developed hen a stirring and twisting and turning. A soft tipped shoot, with a mighty effort, reared itself to meet the sunlight, and grew and thrived, and waxed luxuriant. A miracle worked—for in this dry, clayey, earth appeared no other sign of vegetation. Hy a strange coincidence (or was it Fate?) on the morning of the nineteenth of May, anniversary of Commencement of '22, a wonderful six-petaled pink rose, dewy and sweet, arose from this plant, breathing its perfumed fragrance on the world. Many came to view, and were awed by the wonder of a lone rose in so unkind an environment. The flower seemed fraught with some special significance. On the evening of the same day, when all Cut Hank was wrapped in slumber, obeying a call of the Fast, which could not be resisted. I stole out to the rose, and gazed at the flawless beauty of the six petals. A deep quiver passed over the slender stem—it stirred as though it were trying to rid itself of a troubled secret. Slowly one of the petals twisted, then turned completely titer. On its back I saw the characters “Evelyn Anderson.” Fascinated I read my old schoolmate's fate, as it appeared, lint by line, on the fresh pink background. Alas, the frailty of man's judgment! Your comedy idol did not become Mrs. Seal—nor did sin ever intend to, even in high school days when you considered her interest serious. Prim and precise, she forces the A H C's upon unwilling primary pupils at Cadmus, latch day the traveler may hear her order lunch at the ‘Hucket of Hove' Inn: ‘Some green tea, very weak, please’.” The petal twisted, and wilted, and dropped to earth. Another soft sound from the turning of a petal: Again witness the fallibility of human judgment! Your six-foot class bluffer did not take Harvard's high honors in English as you expected. Jakey is efficiency expert for the ‘Get-Rich-Quick Texas Oil Co.' His services are highly remunerative since In- is