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

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY The old haunted house was getting colder in spite of the warm mid-night moon. Or perhaps the chills wore coming on because of the thought of our spending a night in a deserted, rickety old house. Brrr —can’t we find any mors wood in this place! We finally went to the antique table with the purpose of cutting it up to use in our fireplace. Just a minute—what was that! Could it raally be true that the table was tap-tap-tapping with a slow, steady motion. This was getting too much for us, so we began investigating. Yes. the table was spelling out words. We couldn’t get much out of it at first, but later we got the words “old closet, left corner.” Now our next problem was to get a sensible meaning from these words. Our courage was weakening but we went to the designated old closet and rummaged around until we spied a dusty book. The title read “Ye Ole Y ar Hooke.’’ This should be interesting, we thought, and maybe we could learn something from it. The first page held four strangely familiar pictures. Upon further investigation we saw this hook was a history of our old Senior Class of 1936, written way back in the year 1987. We knew you would be greatly interested in the book so we brought it home with us. But due to the fact that Chuck Merrill politely walked out with it one day (he always did have a hankering for ace-high literature) we’ll tell you as much of it as we can remember—what a short story this is going to be. It seems that Helen Anderson, our old class president, was really getting along in this cold, cruel world. True enough, because there sh' was. drawing a salary of $3.55 a week by writing articles on “How to Grow Up.’’ And if anybody should know she is the one. The second article in the book was written about Kenneth Pardue, the onetime vice-president of our class. Surely, this couldn’t be the same Kenny who was in school in ’36. but who else could it be? The description fitted him perfectly, except for the fact that he had grown a flowing white beard since th» last time we’d seen him, so we accepted the statement that he was giving advice to husbands who can’t get along with their wives. (We found out that he had been married several times, so he was probably well informed on the subject). Good for you Mr. Pardue. we will be over to see you soon. Grant Brown was so good at directing plays that he has accepted a position with Metro Goldwyn Mayer Film Corporation and is one of the best directors in Hollywood. Bill Stufft was the class treasurer for the class of ’36 and we read that he has been elected treasurer for the Cut Bank School and is to serve for a term depending on life and good behavior. Too bad about the good behavior part, Bill. Hold your places, everybody. Here comes th ? shock of a life-time. What do you think Frances Sodergren was doing in this world? No. she wasn’t singing in a Grand Opera like we all thought she would, but instead was teaching shorthand in a little school of about 2 5 students. Could it b that she was really that fond of this subject. Congratulations, Frances, you know that old saying about “Those who stick to a thing usually succeed,” or something. It seems that Dorothy Danens wa3 scheduled for something great when she was in high school, but things just didn’t turn out that way. She is now living on a ranch out of Cut Bank, so our Year Book tells us, and what’s more, she really enjoys it to the utmost. Betty Barnard’s picture was sort of faded out by the age of the book, but we still could read what the author had written about her. Dear, sweet little Betty, she is always thinking of something for other people’s benefit. Now she is busily working on a new invention (face lifters for the double chin) and after that is finished she hopes to invent a softer pillow that can be conveniently used in a library chair. In our old class Chemistry was a nightmare to more than one of the students, so Dorothy Mattson diligently worked on a set of tes-ts that have answers on the other side for the students’ convenience. Very thoughtful, but it’s too bad that wasn’t around when we were taking chemistry. Perhaps things changed quite a bit for Carmen Cobb after she got out of school, because we always thought that she would be the first woman President, or something to that effect. We read in the old year book that she was working with her husband in a little bakery and was getting along very well. If one would chance to go to the Little Theatre Off Times Square, he would undoubtedly see Bernice Noah acting, but not alone, mind you. Oh no, she wanted a partner, so Vic Luedtke kindly consented and they are doing a minstrel act together. Very clever, indeed. Bernice with her southern drawl and Vic with his good imitations should really succeed. Pat Murphy must have followed in his father’s footsteps because we see that he is still serving as Mayor of Cut Bank. We read something about his wife trying to tell him what to do all the time, but wasn’t succeeding. We were trying to figure who the lucky girl could be. but it must not have been anyone in the senior class, or was it? Ruth Van Demark was always telling us in Public Speaking about how well she liked Mexico. She has financed a school for little Mexican children and hopes to set up several more in other countries. More power to you, Ruthie.

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY It was a bright, sunny September morning in 1932 when we, 48 freshmen, crowded eagerly into high school for the first time. Our faces reflected the anticipation of new adventure, and the future dawned before us with hope. However, after a week or so. high school life became less visionary. We found it unlike a dream, and came to the hard reality of never-ending work. We had to fight under the fire of the upper-classmen, and the tantilizing fear of initiation w'as unmercfully pressed. To our great embarrassment and to the amusement of our superiors, we were required to show our talent in an initiation program, and finally after surviving the official initiation, we were definitely ordained members of the Cut Bank High School. At this point, w’e took a new draught of courage, and hurled ourselves into the whirlwind of high school activity. The following were among the “little greenies” who struggled through that first memorable year: Helen Anderson. Doris Olson, Louise Baumann. Irene Schwenky, Roland Bonds. Lyda Thompson, Margaret Miller, Pat Murphy. Ruth Van Dem rk. Carmen Del Re, Dorothy Danens, Gordon Humes. Jack Welch, Miller Berger. Ray Britton, Ray Johnson. Victor Luedtke. Charles Aubrey, Norris Van Demark, Bill Stufft, Phil Haglund, Grant Brown. Nile Wagner. Raymond Smith. Arne Evenson. Americus Lucke, William Pierce, Albert Laverato, Arthur Perrin. Harold Dial, Barbara Eder, Lynn Brant, and Donald Clapper. Miss Ogline, as our class sponsor, wras our guide through the enumerable difficulties which unexpectedly presented themselves. Under her supervision w’e presented an assembly program, which w as our main group activity of that year. Times wheel moved steadily on. A healthful vacation had wrought changes in our group. We w’ re no longer the “little greenies” of the preceeding year September found us eager to plunge into our second year of high school. Those missing were: Nile Wagner. Raymond Smith, Arne Evenson, Americus Lucke, William Pierce, Albert Laverato. Arthur Parrine, Harold Dial. Barbara Eder. Lynn Brant and Donald Clapper. During the year six new’ students, joined us, those being Carmen Cobb. Dorothy Davenport. June Baker. Kenneth Pardue, Charles Merrill, and Margaret Pugerude. Mr. Howe was our class sponsor and under his careful and willing supervision we gave a Sophomore party, and an assembly program. Class oficers were: President, B. Oliver; Vice President. Frances Kremkau; Sec., Pat Murphy; Treasurer. Dorothy Danens; Reporter, Margaret Miller. Hurrah! We are Juniors. Upper class-men. and w’oe to our inferiors! At last our class has cornie into its own. We are gaining confid ?nee and self-assurance, which seems a sure sign. Those missing are: Dorothy Davenport, Carmen DelRe, Jack Welch, and Miller Berger. New' members are: Ned Clarks, Sanford Money. Joyce Kruse. Bernice Noah. David Wieland. Phyllis Ayer, Harry Shannon, Mike Wagner. P'rances Sodergren. Delores Hartford. Bette Chandler, and Jack Gordon. Ciass officers aro—President, Carmen Cobb; Vice President, Mike Wagner; Secretary. Phyllis Poore; Treasurer, Bill Stufft. Mr. Howe was our class sponsor, w e kept him forever busy. On April 5th, we presented our first class play “Tiger House,” directed by Mr. How’e, which proved extremely successful. Our prom, on May 4th, had a color scheme of dark blue and silver representing Night, and brought to light the originality and talent of w’e. Juniors. During the year wre participated in the many school activities, and when school closed wre felt with satisfaction that we’d had a busy year. Father Time again spins his w’heel. We come back Senior! It is strange—those low’er classmen seem so small. No w’onder Senior have a reputation for feeling superior. Wo deserve it, and its time w’e were show’ll some privileges. Notice the respect the teachers show for us, and how confident they are. Well, perhaps there is a good reason, for this year w'e lead all activities. The Live Wire, is edited chiefly by Seniors. Senior boys lead in athletics. All other organizations are headed by members of our class. Class officers for this year are: Helen Anderson, President, Ksnneth Pardue, Vice President; Grant Brown. Secretary, and Bill Stufft. Treasurer; reporter. Charles Merrill. On Friday the 13 th of December we presented our Senior play, “A Full House” directed by Mr. Keyes. This too, proved a merit to our class. Spring is here, and plans are being made. “The Wolf.” is soon to go to press. We are looking forward to a long planned for “sneak day,” when we shall secretly steal away and leave the lower classmen to their studies. We have enjoyed high school, and joy mingles w'ith regret at parting. Graduation means another milestone in our lives and we leave behind the pleasant memories of high school, and. waving farewell to our beloved teachers, look before us toward a new dawn of Opportunity. — 16 —

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY I'll never forget what was written about Buster Oliver. It makes me laugh to think of it even now, so we’ll let you in on a good joke. Buster was raising penguins of the finest grade. He had a good-sized farm on the plains of South Dakota and was really prospering. Of course this isn’t so funny after you think back to the old days, because then he was always wearing a couple penguins on a pin and he said many times that he was going to raise more. If they aren’t too expensive, we might come down and get those two he promised us. And here’s another surprise for you. We remember very well way back in the good old high school days when Doris Olson and Gordon Humes were sweet on each other. Well, they finally decided that they would experiment and see if the statement was true that two could live as cheaply as one and from the way things read, their experiment was most successful. Ray Johnson has made a name for himself. And what a name! He’s none other than the famed man on the flying trapeze with the added attracion of a beautiful silky heard. They stated in the Year Book that he does a special stunt with his beard so we’ll he over to see him some of these days. Ah! what a thrill! Harry Shannon has been busy with a new soap he invented. For all these years he has been trying to figure out whether it would he true colloidal solution, or what. Since his wonderful performance as a policeman in the Senior Class play, Phil Haglund has taken up that profession. He became so popular that his saying come across youse guys, dish over de goods has world-wide fame. Well, well, this old class of ours surely turned out a good lot of authors. Myrtice Humes has written a series of books on What Do You Think? If I remember correctly, that was her favorite expression so she should know what she's writing about. Mike Wagner has written a book (heavens help me, another author) on The Stars and You. When we read a little further we learned that it was based on Astronomy, and not on the famous Hollywood actresses. Mike should know a lot about it, from what we’ve heard. Ah. relief at last! No more authors for time being, anyway. Jack Gordon has invested all his extra coin (how much that is, we couldn’t say) in a five-and-ten store so he can have all the paper and pencils he needs to cultivate his artistic ability. Ye Olde Year Booke didn’t specify what kind of pictures he was drawing, but we took it for granted that they are the same kind as the ones he drew in High School. Charles Aubrey, feeling very sorry for those who aren’t as spry as they once were, has built a fine home for the aged ath- letes. In this same place Margaret Miller is entertaining with her vocal ability. (A second Florence Nightingale). She told us once that she was going to be an old maid and things seemed to have turned out just that way. Norris Van Deniark is making himself famous by his beautiful interpretation of Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder. Whether he refers to money or a honey we wouldn’t dare say. hut it is our guess that he means the latter. We were giving up hopes of being able to read the rest of the faded print but the name of Roland Bonds attracted our attention. Just what could be doing, w» wondered. Our curiosity was soon satisfied when we learned that this wonderful piece of manhpod was raising cute little ducklings. « • that just the duckiest thing to be doing? •Stanley Dansby, the shiek of the Senior ( }ass, has not changed much—we gather from the book. Except for the addition of a mustache, a wig, and a set of false teeth, he is no different. Well, that’s one consolation to know that some member of our class has not changed to such a great extent. Dorothy Krapf is making the rounds with a vaudeville, just for fun and is displaying her original models of puppet dolls. After the touring season is over, she goes to her New York penthouse and amuses herself with the many fortune hunters at her feet. Gee, wish w e were in her place for a few days, or so. Sanford Money has invested all his money in keeping up a harem (or what would you call it) in China. You could hear him saying something about Oh, those eyes.” Last, but by NO means least, is Ned Clarke, our biggest pest in high school. He has been promoted to chief executive of the Ziegfield Follies and spends his time picking out the most beautiful blondes in the world. More luck to you, Ned. We have told you everything that we can remember from the book, so maybe you would be interested in knowing what all that table rattling was about. As in the case of all mystery stories, we finally solved our problem. Below the table was a small trap door which had been moving, this jarring the table. After we quieted ourselves, we had just enough nerve left to open the door and see what it was all about. Lo and behold there was Margaret Pugerude sitting on a comfortable stool and occupying her time by rattling the door and spelling out the words by the motion of the table legs. This was no great surprise to us because we always knew that she liked to do queer things at queer times. Perhaps we should have been angry with her, but could anyone be when we learned all (Continued on Page — IS—