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

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MARIE EVELYN CLIFFORD jrvi sa EVELYN LORETTA Heigh-ho! Ila by hood! Tell me where you linger! Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray ; Take (his eager hand of mine and lead me l v the finger Hack to (Ik lotus-lands of the far away! —RILEY.

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The passing of the second very adept at watering stock.” petal. Line by line appeared the third fortune: “Evelyn Ransom has evolved remarkably from her modest, hashful manner. She is now Congresswoman from Montana, and is taking a very prominent part in the agitation of the question: ‘Why flying fisheries should 1m- established through the state.’” The passing of the third petal. “Clifford Commeree on the fourth petal: “Your class philosopher and logician shall never have his name writ in water; rather it he in milk and water. On a little dry-land farm near Cut Hank, he wrests his meager sustenance from the unwilling soil. Matrimony caused his downfall. He now has a home of his own where he fights in peace.” The fourth petal. The pastel beauty of the fifth petal gave up its secret : “Although your Marie suffered from fluttering of the heart, her case was never serious. She has become an actress, outclassing the inimitable Mary Hickford, as well as out-vamping Theda Bara.” This occult secret divulged, the fifth petal dropped to the ground. The sixth petal,—delineated here was the fate of Loretta Clmsse: “Completely realized are her ambitions. Her training at the aeronautical school finished, she has become conductor of a flying car and spends her time soaring through the clouds and skimming through ether. Though still short, her basketball practice in the old High gave her great strength and ability for assisting the passengers in and out.” With a sigh of the south wind fell the sixth petal, and t he miracle was ended. —CLIFFORD COMMEREE, ’22. £ nttnrB (’i.ass Flower—American Beauty Rose. Class Motto The Door to Success is Labeled Hush. Class Colors—Old Hose and Silver.

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(the Urniiir SUibp Ko.se of Faith, emblem of courage, Gaily twines and gaily blows. Inspiration for life's voyage, We shall make our own class rose. We bravely launch our little craft Upon these mighty seas; We wonder if it shall be wrecked, The storm rocks to appease. Life’s rocks are jutting on our way; We fear them while we row Adown what seems a placid bay, Unquiet seas below. We’ll trust the Spirit of the Rose For guidance on our way. It judgment gives to all of those Who hold it through life’s day. Wind-swept, and tossed by storm and gale, It’s Spirit brave, we ne’er will fail, With hope it does imbue. Rose of Faith, emblem of courage, Gaily twines and gaily blows, Inspiration for life’s voyage. Such has been our own class rose. — MARIE HOLDREN, ’22.