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

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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)

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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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CLASS WILL I, Diane Durham, leave to Jeff, all the fun I had in high school. I, Tom Hyde, leave with everything I can get my hands on. I, Natalie Birch, leave my admit slips to Ada Dresen, in case she should ever need some. I, Art Fishel, leave my grades so high, to my little brother so he can get by. I, Kathleen Dunnigan, leave John Heitpas a dime for selling a senior play ticket. Kent Webster—To Melvin Torgerson, I leave my new track shoes, so when he runs the four-minute mile he won't sing the blues. Susan Nelson—To John Wilkins I leave my chemistry grade, I used them, for me it paid. I, Tom Scott, will to Jim Peterson my government book with all the questions written out, so that at exam time he'll know what it's all about. I, Phyllis Haglund, leave to go to California. I, Jerry Brandvold, leave my quiet ways to Joyce, so she won't attract so many boys. Carol Jensen—My good grades I leave to my brother, so he has more time to spend like he'd ruther. I, Dick Walker, leave as the last of the Walkers. I, Patsy Johnston, leave my senior locker to Lloyd Hansen. I, Lawrence Hodgson, leave my football shoes, to Jim Clark for him to use. I, Lynne Frisbee, will to Vicki Anderson my knowledge of books, so she can practice her come hither , looks. I, Larry Peterson, will my Live Wire Editorship to next year's lucky(?) soul, and hope that he too may reach his goal. I, Donna Puckett, leave my third period library to Liii Faber, I hope she takes it as a favor. Clyde Steyee—To Bill N. I leave my hot rod Lincoln, 'cause he won't get his out I'm thinkin'. I, Betty LaSorte, will my driver's license to my little brother, so he can renew it when he needs another. I, Carol Raemaeker, leave the whole school to anyone, who wants to go and thinks it's fun. Jim Seewald—To anyone in shop that's got the smarts, I leave my Ford to put together the parts. I, Joyce Raemaeker, leave to go to San Diego and the Navy. I. Sue Scarborough, bequeath my oil consumer, to anyone who can make it boomer. I, Alan Ruegamer. will....... I, Barb Wiley, leave my intellectual ability to Sandy, in case she needs it, it will be handy. I, Marjorie Bradley, leave to go to the Navy. I, Caron Barney, leave for college and the Congo. 1, Bob Haburchak. leave to let Connie Jean carry on. I. Karen Heitpas, leave my ability to run up the stairs and through the hall, in hopes that to them Mr. Zile won't call. (27)