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

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Senior Class History and Prophecy As Frosh we entered C.B.H.S. in the usual manner with bright red faces and bruised knees. We took our initiation very bravely and chose as our class officers: Bob Day, President; John Wendlen, Vice President; Ralph Nanini, Secretary and Treasurer; and Ann Restelli, Reporter. In our Sophomore year we had our revenge on the Freshmen and they in turn gave us a dance. This year we chose as our officers: Art Talpt, President; Jim Thompson, Vice President; Ralph Nanini, Secretary and Treasurer; and Maries Bublitz, Reporter. As upperclassmen we did very well with both our play and our prom being successful. We owe all the credit to our class officers and our sponsors. Our class officers for this year were: Bob Spargur, President; Claudeene Taylor, Vice President; Don McCourt, Secretary and Treasurer; and Pat Lovsnes, Reporter. This year, under the guidance of Mr. Haburchak, Mr. Davis, and all the teachers, we have had our best year of high school. We lost some members of our class but we also gained some new members. This year our class officers have been: Ivan Ives, President; Shirley Taylor, Vice President; Violet Kennedy, Secretary and Treasurer; and Harold Davis, Reporter. Here it is the year 1963 and as I have the afternoon off, I shall just drive around and look up all my old buddies from the graduating class of 1953. It seems they all got the urge to leave dear old Cut Bank, Montana, and come to Hollywood to try their luck in the movies or some other aspect of this great city. The first one I come into contact with is Jimmy Bingham, who is driving our car, being the chauffeur of the Day and Night Studio owned by Bobbie Day and John McGovern. Incidentally, this studio is now making the picture, The Art of Cheerleading, starring Claudeene Taylor and Shirley Boe, with Ivan Ives as the leading man under the direction of Annette Werner and Tom Shea. Our next stop is the M 5 M Studio, owned and operated by Jerry Miller and Don Martin. They have just hired Donna Tuma to produce a musical hit with Ralph Nanini directing it. The name of it is Balmy Whether, starring the great Pat Lovsnes and co-starring Harold Davis, with Mary McGuigan as Pat's understudy. In the chorus we find such hit names as Vaughn Cox, who is temporarily employed until Randy gets his B. A. degree; Ellen Evenson, Marie Fujimoto, Karen Petersen, Shirley Taylor and Maybelle Ross. We found Clela Goldrick as the make-up director with Effie Enneberg as her assistant. As I finished talking to them I turned around and ran smack into Stan Christopherson and Melvin Fugle carrying props for the play. Leaving the studio I stopped to talk to a passerby, who turned out to be Harvey Dilley, and he told me that Bob Mitch and Art Talpt were vacationing at the Southern Dude Ranch, owned by Deloris Johnson and Sid, which was an ideal spot for Hollywood stars. He said Earl Ebert, the Bobbie Sox Hero, and Freddie Jo Knight, the glamour girl of the year, had just returned from there. I had to be on my way again as I was to meet the great singing star, Miss Grace Marie Freed, at the Club Alex, owned by Shirley Alex. When I arrived there, Miss Freed enlightened me as to the whereabouts of Jams Orr and Ray Wilson who had just finished producing the play, How's That, starring James Romsa and Ray Farrell as Siamese twins in an all-male cast. It seems they were in Bermuda. It was nearing the time to leave and as I prepared to leave who should walk in but Robert Spargur and Dorothy House who were doing a dancing show together. I had an invitation to spend the evening with Dorothy Curtis and Violet Kennedy who were writing a comedy hit especially for Maries Bublitz and Don McCourt. They were having a party in honor of their play and I joined the party. I saw such celebrities as Joyce Best, Kenny Galbreath, and Bill Fisher and his family. Finally feeling tired but happy, I set out to spend the evening at Edens Motel, owned by Ann Restelli and Bob. Signed, Gaddy Gossip, From Hollywood, U.S.A. ( 15)

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ROBERT SPARGUR— ROB The cure for love at first sight is a second look. Majors: English. Math.. History. Pres. 3; Vice Pres. Youth Club 3, 4; Football 3, 4; C Club 3. 4; Student Council 3; DeMolay 1, 2; Pub. Mgr. of C Club 4. CLAUDEENE TAYLOR— DEENIE Dates and frolic, mirth and laughter; rest and sleep the day after. Majors: Commercial. History, English, Home Ec. G.A.A. 1, 2, 3; Rainbow 1, 2. 3, 4; Pep Squad 1, 2, 3. 4; Debate 2, 3; Cheer Leader 4; Annual 4; Girls C Club 4. DONNA TUMA— TUBE High school days have their delights, but they can't compare with high school nights. Majors: Commercial. English. G.A.A. 1, 2; Pep Squad 1, 2, 3. 4; Live Wire 4; F.H.A. 1; Latin Club 1, 2; Band 2. SHIRLEY ALEX— AL (Not Pictured) Why worry—the more we study, the more ignorance we discover. HARVEY DILLY— HARV Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more. Transfer from Fargo. North Dakota. RAYMOND WILSON— RAY If this is liberty, give me death. Majors: English. Science. Football. ANNETTE WERNER— NETTIE She's here. I can hear her giggle. Majors: Commercial, English, History. C.A.P. 1. 2. 3. 4; G.A.A. 1. 2. 3. 4; Pep Squad 1. 2, 3; Annual 4; C Club 2. 3. 4; Debate 1; Rainbow 1. 2, 3. ( 14)

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CLASS WILL We, the class of '53, Have got at last our liberty; So in return we shall leave, A little something for those who grieve; A token of our kind regret, That you haven't graduated yet. To the dear faculty we leave what knowledge we don't take with us for them to teach the other still-remaining students. I. SHIRLEY ALEX, leave nothing; I'm taking it all with me. I, RAY BARNES, leave my build to Jacobson. I. JOYCE BEST, am taking my bookkeeping answers with me. I, JIMMY BINGHAM, leave my speeches so clear, for Larry Fleming to quote next year. I, SHIRLEY BOE, leave Sharon to her fate — watch it, Fleming. I, MARLES BUBLITZ, leave my gift of gab to Geraldine Kawanishi. I. STANLEY CHRISTOPHERSON, won't leave because I'm too younq to go out into the world.'' I, VAUGHN COX. leave my cheerful smile to Ronnie Roper. I, DOROTHY CURTIS, leave my quiet ways for Reba Jo Nadeau to use in later days. I, BOB DAY, leave nothin' to nobody, 'cause nobody left nothin' to me. I. HAROLD DAVIS, leave my locker fee to Dale Beland so he can take his girl to the show. I. HARVEY DILLY, leave my pick-up and gas to Myron Siebrecht, that Junior cass. I. EARL EBERT, leave my car so red, before I run over somebody and kill 'em dead. I. EFFIE ENNEBERG. just couldn't refuse to give Bob Hul-bert my shyness I felt he could use. I, ELLEN EVENSON. leave my Girl State fun to Betty Johnston. I. RAY FARRELL, leave my job at Buttrey's and Norma for Nile A. I, BILL FISHER, leave Miss Stark—in favor of Loretta. I, GRACE MARIE FREED, leave Merlin but I'm coming back after him. I, MELVIN FUGLE, leave my noted attentiveness (joke) to Ted Hulbert, the teachers to provoke. I, MARIE FUJIMOTO, leave—still arguing. I. KENNY GALBREATH. leave my antique guitar to Shirley—poor girl. I. CLELA GOLDRICK, leave my absence from school to anyone who can learn the trade. I, DOROTHY HOUSE, leave my love of out-of-town boys to Pat Ward for future joys. I, IVAN IVES, leave my little car to Jack McDonald. I. DELORIS JOHNSON, leave—knocking myself out trying to get out. I, VIOLET KENNEDY, leave the mimeograph machine to next year's suckers. I, FREDDIE JO KNIGHT, leave the Cut Bank High boys as I go on to further exploitations. I, PAT LOVSNES. leave Gretchen to carry on the Lovsnes tradition. I, DON MARTIN, leave my bcoks to anyone who wants them—don’t fight, kids! I. DON McCOURT, leave to Ray Berezay whatever he thinks he can take. I, JOHN McGOVERN, leave my place on the basketball team to Robert Anderson, who’s really on the beam. I, MARY McGUIGAN, leave, collecting my scattered wits on the way. I, BERYLE MILLER, leave my ability to beef to Valerie Logan. I, JERRY MILLER, leave my nice big Pepsodent smile to Allen Bedord, the girl to beguile. I, BOB MITCH, leave with my credit and a half. I, RALPH NANINI, leave my file cabinet of answers and pass keys to Dorothy McGuire. I, JAMES ORR, leave C.B.H.S. to the underclassmen and keep the rosy future for myself. I, KAREN PETERSON, leave—heartbroken—(joke). I. PHYLLIS PETERSON, leave my drawings to Mr. Torger-son to amuse himself during study hall. I, FRANCIS PITMAN, leave my love of fight to Keith Forrester, that little mite. I, ANN RESTELLI, leave my brains to all those whom studying pains. I, JAMES ROMSA, leave my naturally curly locks to Brad Baker. I, MAYBELLE ROSS, leave Shorthand II class, but how can I get along without it. I, TOMMY SHEA, just leave—I can't spare a thing. I, ROBERT SPARGUR, leave my shirts of which I am proud, to all you guys who like 'em loud. I, CLAUDEENE TAYLOR, leave my classy chassis to next year's cheer leaders. I. SHIRLEY TAYLOR, leave screaming Annual Staff meeting tonight, out of force of habit. I, ART TALPT, leave my complete set of essays to next year's speech class at two-bits apiece. I, DONNA TUMA, leave my ability to speak pig-latin to Mr. Strizich. I, ANNETTE WERNER, leave my ability to sneak out of class to Naomi C. I, RAY WILSON, leave reluctantly because I can't take the faculty with me. ( 16)