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

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of the most beautiful transformations of the gym. To prove our superiority, both boys' and girls' basketball teams won the interclass tourneys. Among class members who brought special fame to our class were cheer- leaders Barb and Gretch; Youth Club president, Jim; Boys Nation delegate, Dick M.; Boys Staters, Dick M., Dick S., Jim, Tim and Tom More; also, two delegates who didn't make it because of a mixup, Doug and Harv; and the Girls Staters, Sharon and Kay. Lettermen also included Don Hughes, Quentin, Joe Mercer, Harold, Ty and Richard. oj the Calais oj ’56 Jim and Darlene were successful candidates over Dick S. and Carole in seeking the Student Council presidency and treasurership. Remember the war of the beards that year; the Vagabond's jam sessions; working as assistants on the Live Wire; the organization of the trio, triple trio and the octette; the costuming for the play; our pride in our shiny new class rings; the junior birdman song and THAT slumber (?) party? To climax these four fabulously fun-filled years, we became seniors! That is, most of us did; some of the original members of our class are conspicuous by their absence and we have added a few; but here we are. Two Dicks, Schwingel and McRae, and Laura Mae and Marilyn led us this year. Our activities have been many; we broke our own record, adding over $600 to our treasury with Father Was a Housewife;41 our Live Wire editor, Ted, and his staff put out a twice-monthly newspaper; our Homecoming float won the prize for a 100 percent record, now that we've won it both years that the parade has been held; our Homecoming royalty were Marilyn and Tom; Mar- lene and Dennis reigned over our fluffy-skied setting for Sleighride;44 we beat Shelby by one point in four seconds to send us to State at Whitefish from which we brought back the fourth place trophy. Under the direction of editor, Dick McRae, and the staff, this 1956 WOLF has been planned with the hope that each page will recall a memory of the last C.B.H.S. days of the class of 1956. By these signs shall ye remember us: The pink carnation. Nothing is impossible to him who tries 4 (24) Pink and silver.

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'56 Though the largest class to ever enter the hallowed halls of C.B.H.S. (on our knees, of course), we were anxious to observe all traditions with proper respect. However, for such crimes as improper wearing apparel (girls: green shirts, men s trousers, old hats tied with green ribbons, sunglasses, one high heeled shoe and one overshoe—boys: shirts and ties backwards, knee-length trousers, nylon stocking caps and overshoes), we were subpoenaed before a kangaroo court. Though our defending attorney fought valiantly to defend us, most of us were found guilty of offending the sophomores during our week's probation. After we had served our sentences, we were paroled to a dance. Our president, Jack; vice president, Dick S.; secretary-treasurer, Barb, and reporter, Gretch, led us in preparations for a return dance the following week. Highlights of our first year included President Truman's stop here; the choir's concert for the state legislature and being invited to Belgium; the divi- sional track meet here. Gretchen won over Barb for Student Body Secretary in the spring. Robert and Ronnie C. won their letters. We chose Jim, Ronnie C., Darlene and Geraldine to head us as we pre- pared the biggest project of our sophomore year: (chuckle! chuckle!) initiation of a new crop of green frosh. Memorable events of this year included the first Homecoming celebration following a 0-0 tie with Shelby; Sergeant Ballard's supervision of choir record- ings; new band uniforms. A very popular member of our class, Marie Berezay, left us after her marriage; other members of our class transferred and some new classmates were gained. The loss of Reba Jo in an auto accident was a great shock to us all. Three of our class ran in Student Body elections; Jim was victorious over Dick S. for vice president and Barb beat Floyd Thomas for treasurer. New lettermen included Dick S., Dick M., Lee and Allen. Determining to prove our might as upperclassmen, we chose Rod, Darlene, Gretch and Juletta as our officers. Under a new principal, we began a most successful year in which our play, Our Hearts Were Young and Gay, raised a new high profit of over $530 and our prom, Japanese Sandman, was one (23)

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We, the Class of '56, Feeling fine and full of tricks, Do now divide our property fair. And make you other children heir. With the hope that when we're gone Thoughts of us will linger on. Under the guidance of heaven sent, We now make this our last will and testament. I, Robert Anderson, will my curly black hair To Ronnie Island, Please handle with care. I, Dick Atkins, leave my cap and gown To Jimmy Day ... (I hope he doesn't drown.) I, Richard Bartow, leave— Full of fun and fancy free. That's the way you guys should be. I, Allen Bedord, will my Ford so neat To Jerry Neidhardt, so he won't have sore feet. I, Betty Jo Bessette, leave my talent as an artist To those poor Freshmen who are trying their hardest. I, Tanna Bingham, leave in fine condition Edra, to carry the family tradition. I, Ted Bishop, am happy to say, My battered up locker I'll give away. I, Harvey Bolton, will my charming smile To some underclassmen to use on Zile. I, Roy Brown, leave nothing—taking everything 1 can get ray hands on. I, Keith Bury, leave—in a hurry. I, Dale Clark, leave my speeches so clear To someone else to use next year. I, Ronnie Cormier, leave my ability in football To Odell Siebrecht to help the Wolves next fall. I, Darrel Day, leave my place in band. After all these years, ain't it grand? I, Joyce Duke, leave my love of boys, prevailing To Nancy Bell for lots of clear sailing. I, Jack DeZort, leave—and after me shut the door For I won't be back no more. I, Lee Dyrdahl, will my height so tall To Bobby Miller to get through the hall. I, Carole Ebert, leave my horse For Beaver Bird to ride to school, of course. I, Mary Jane Fauque, leave Speech Class To Gary Henderson, that Junior Cass. I, Pat Ferguson, leave the little yellow school bus To some poor unlucky cuss. I, Don Fishel, leave my nice big smile To Gary Abraham, the girls to bequile. I, Tim Forester, leave my Pontiac so blue To anyone who can afford gas for it too. I, Dorothy Fox, will my dark brown eyes To my sister Esther to use on her favorite guys. I, Ronnie Freed, will nothing at all I'm just glad I won't be here next fall. I, Shirley Fugle, am not going to pout; My only concern is getting out. I, Martha Fujimoto, leave my dignity and poise To all of Cut Bank's tomboys. 1, Juletta Gehring, leave my Shorthand dear To Shorthand II to use next year. I, Rodney Gunlickson, leave my many black shoes To Mike Allen so he won't have the blues. I, Georgianna Hall, leave the biggest thing I have, my name. I, Janet Hingson, leave—to wash, cook, and mend. I give Judy my studies to tend. I, Don Hughes, leave my cowboy boots To all you other owlhoots. I, Ted Hulbert, leave my editorship of the Live Wire (before I have a fit) To anyone who thinks they can handle it. I, Darlene Island, leave my non-flirty ways To Evelyn McQuire for future days. I, Jack Jessop, will my H-6 truck To Jerry Abercrombie in case he gets stuck. I, Carolyn Johnson, leave to Viola Morrill My crazy sayings so she won't quarrel. I, Geraldine Kawanishi, will 6th period library To some poor soul who's unknowing and merry. (25)