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

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We started with a class of eighty-one, And thought that life was just a pun, But as to school we went day after day, A few of us dropped along the way, Some went with their folks to roam, To find themselves another home, Others found the lessons tough, And thought of school they'd had enuf. While others let the love-bug bite, And thought that marriage was just right. As our graduation day draws nigh. Some of us almost cry, And think our high school days were heaven, So now we’re only fifty-seven. CLASS HISTORY High school at last! That's what all eighty-one of us green Freshmen were saying as we entered Secondary Education. We were excited, bewildered, and most of all confused our first day, but with Terry. Kent. Betty, and Butch as our class officers, we knew we had nothing to worry about. Sophomores and revenge on the Frosh! We elected Kent, Pres., Judy, Vice Pres.; Alice, Sec'y-Treas.; and Patsy, Reporter to lead us on our way. Our homecoming float won second place and incidentally, the float had no theme. Anyone thought of one? Upperclassmen! Didn't think we'd ever make it. Class officers this year were: Pres., Dennis L.; Vice President, Butch B; Secre- tary-Treasurer, Natalie B.; and Reporter, Lynne F. Our class has been steadily decreasing and now there are sixty-six of us Juniors. This was a big year for us! Our homecoming float Butter- fly won first place, of which we were very proud. The Junior Prom, South Pacific and our play, Scared Stiff were big successes, too. Graduation! This familiar word echoed in our minds. Class officers this year were: Butch, Darry, Lynne, and Betty. There are only fifty-four of us now. Our homecoming float won first again, the theme being Ireland. Paint the Town Pink our class play, which was put on in the town, was a big success as was our Christmas Ball. Northern Lights. Baccalaureate was held May 22 and Commencement on May 26. Our twelve years of turmoil and fun are now over. One day as we look back over this we can remember that high school wasn't bad at all.

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THE GOOD OLE DAYS ' ✓ i A pair? Junior Girls? Alan Janet Marlene Ada Don Karen Doug Marilyn Scouts? Pats Judy Dawn Brian Carol Pete Little Rascal Cuz's—Carol Nancy (24)

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CLASS WILL Rod Beland—I don't have anything to leave, as I'm taking everything with me—so please don't grieve. I, Janet Lee. leave Joe to the Navy, hoping they'll teach him to make gravy. I, Dave Withers, leave to the Juniors Graduation Night, because of their am- bition it is the height. I, Darlene Orr, leave to Tone, a walk to school that is lonely. Dennis Lahr—I leave my driver's license to Herbie as well, 'cause his doesn't seem to ring a bell. I. Alice Losing, leave my giggly and flirty ways, to Peggy Jo Petrie for future days. Ted Kjose—To Roland I leave my convert, in hopes his studies it won't divert. Nancy Burgin—To Marilyn my ability to skip school, in hopes she don't get caught breaking the golden rule. George Traver—My ability to throw things and get away with it all, to Lenny McGlothlin, such as spitballs. Nancy Cheek—To Sister Jane I leave my bike, £o she can ride instead of hike. Terry Loudermilk—My dancing ability I leave to Dick, so of the girls he can have his pick. Karen Fredericks—To Doug my ability to do Chemistry so nice, so he won't have to take it twice. Robert Woodward—To Mr. Torgerson I leave my curly hair, as I think it would only be fair. Bill Hutchison—I leave my Chevy to Bill Heiser, so he can sell his motorcycle and be a miser. Butch Boyle—My leading ability to Tom I leave here, so he can lead the team to victory next year. I, George Higgins, leave my little bug. to anyone who likes to hug. Ivan Kays—My ambition I leave to Mike, because I can't leave him a bike. I, Tank Kays, leave my happy ways to Mike, (LaSorte) because he's such a happy tyke! I, Janet Leistiko, leave my marching ability to Loren Smith, who thinks that marching is just a myth. Marlin Larson—My excess height to the basketball team I will, in future days they may need it still. Myrna Hale—To anyone that's crazy enough to want it, I leave my coupe, if it should break, they can put it together with goop. I. Merlin Boxwell, leave my football luck to Dick Loudermilk, poor kid! Dawn Abraham—To DJ I leave my little drum, so he can beat his way back in, ho hum! Raye Durocher—To Bob all the fun of my senior days, as I come to the parting of the ways. I, Darry Peterson, leave my way with girls to Rod, so along the way he won't have to plod. Judy DeKaye—To my brothers I bequeath, the DeKaye tradition without a wreath. (26)