Fort Benton High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Fort Benton, MT)

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FOB LS: THE PIONEER PAGE 19 HISTORY OF JUNIOR CLASS On a blustery October day in 1937, we gauchos rode gaily through the gates of the rancho, “Fort Benton High School.’ Our leader, Don Louis Russell, attempted to Keep order with the aid of Senorita Gillespie. Behind them were Senor John Rominger, Don Louis Russell’s right-hand woman, Senorita Georgiana Uptmor, carrying the pesos bag, and Senor Wally Morger recording the events of the days. Once safely through the gates and accustomed to our new surroundings, we proceeded to capture first prize at the stunt day fiesta, after having been through the terrors of initiation. In 1938, we found some Mexicans approaching the rancho with spirit and gaity and we showed them what we had learned about the rancho. This year, we were led by the handsome Don, Bob Martin, with Senorita Dorothy Worrall and Senor George Stevens to help him. Once again, we captured the stunt day fiesta prize with the aid of charming Senorita Gillespie. By the fall of 1939, we senors and senoritas were eagerly awaiting our third visit to the rancho. With Senor Kurth and his assistants, Senores Morger and Nottingham, and sponsor, Senorita Cooney, we gaily rode into the rancho to participate in the bull fight called “Mr. Cook Takes Over” and to dance gaily at the annual junior fiesta. We departed calling ‘‘Adios” until next year when we’ll come back and take over command of the rancho. 40 CONTRAST Mariam Newhall This is the Prairie: A famished Creature, tearing with bony fingers At the very Things which feed upon her Breast. This is the Prairie: Forgetting the anguish caused by rainless Nature She flings her verdant locks bedecked with Cactus Blooms into the Breeze. 40 DREAMLAND Mariam Newhall I have seen Dreamland; Soft sleepy snow, lapped in gentle drifts across a prairie, Where each stem of yellow stubble makes a tiny fissure in an endless field, A moon to catch the sparkle of the snow plastered on wall and fence; A fringe of windblown icicles like crooked daggers hang from barnyard roofs; And, as the poet says, there is snow music, which, lilting like the laughter of the stars, plays in this paradise. 40 STARFOLK Mariam Newhall Stars from the town streets above the lighted trees Look like naughty vixens lolling at their ease, But stars above the prairie are like wholesome country girls, With laughter on their faces and the wind among their curls. City stars are far away aloof aristocrats, Country stars are friendly folks who like informal chats. City stars are glittering; country stars are kind. Somehow I find the country stars more pleasing to my mind.

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PAGE 18 THE PI ONEEK i F. B.A. Se PossellKurth President Miss Cooney SPersor Md Top row: Marian Bowker, Eugene Ronning, Lorene Stranahan, Bob Burns, Georgiana Uptmory; ortatd Adams, Margaret White, George Stevens, Ellen Ames. Sv Second row: Dudley James, Shirley Young, Anita Walker, Bill Schmidt. Third row: Ethel Kelley, Arnam Wiley, Vernon Woods, Martha Scott. Fourth row: Wally Morger, Estella Drewiske, Agnes DeBruin, Dean Elliott. Fifth row: Y’vonne Urton, John Lippert, Gerald Cameron, Grayce Tschache. Sixth row: Virgil Small, Mariam Newhall, Robert Weeks, Irene Schanche, Clarence Stevenson, Lois Lewis, Jack B. Anderson, Amy Hanson, Kenneth Morrow. Seventh row: Irene Colby, Hilton Roudebush, Leona Jackson, Warren Halley, Agnes Stein, Edward Nottingham, Dorothy Worrall, Lewey Lorenzen, Carley McCaulay. Not in picture, Paul Murphy. . x a —

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PAGE 20 THE PIONEER FOBSASS: eS Sw JUNIOR PLAY On April 19, 1940, we juniors presented our play, ‘““Mr. Cook Takes Over,” a farce, portraying the life of a mathematics teacher’s family when father decides to balance the budget. Marian Bowker, Wally Morger, Donald Adams (father) and George Stevens had especially good laugh lines. Miss Hagie, our director, certainly turns out excellent plays. Se eae) oe JUNIOR PROMENADE Emerald City in the Land of Oz with all its beauties floated from nowhere and landed in the high school gym as the theme for the Junior Prom, May 18. A grand and glorious multicolored rainbow made everyone feel close to heaven. The wide yellow brick road from the door to the stage served as a path for the grand march. A white lattice fence added a harmonious note to Oz. It has been unanimously voted one of the most delightful proms held in this high school. 40 KODAK DAY Breeze! Buzz! Bums! And with a bang, Kodak Day began. An army on the march! And what an army—cowboys, mountaineers, negroes, Spaniards, Daniel Boone, Robin Hood, Little Miss United States, and even Hitler, along with many more. After the march came the movies, and stunts by all the classes and school organiza- tions. All those in costumes “fairly strutted” across the stage to “catch the eyes of the judges.” Amy Hanson, as “Friday,” walked away with the best girl prize. The best boy prize winner was Norman Tacke, all “decked out” as the well-dressed lady and it is rumored—(Shhhh)—that he actually wore some of the unmentionables! Couple costume winners were June Hollreigh and Virginia Swanson, two “right-about-face kids.’ Last came the 6 “babes in arms” wearing the usual apparel plus derbies, bottles and cigars, who took the funny prize. The best stunt prize was “copped” by the F. F. A. boys, who convinced the judges that Future Farmers knew their stuff about judging. For all the chilly breeze that blew, everybody was all “het up” for the jam session which brought to an end a “perfectly swell” day. THE MYSTERIOUS NIGHT Clark Hilton Night, a black shapeless mass, creeps slowly upon us Gradually, a dismal gray covers the earth like a blanket to keep out the cold of night. Then the gray of evening slowly trans- forms itself into the black of night and all is calm. The pale moon and twinkling stars replace the brilliant sun, which has now drop- ped in the west leaving only a dim trail behind it. At last, that too, disappears, and the world slumbers peacefully, unaware of its surroundings until the dawn of a new day. ——— A () Mr. Ide was doing his best to fit his key into the lock, humming absent-mind- edly as he thought of next week’s exams. After a time a head emerged through the window above. “Go away, you fool,” cried the man up- stairs. “You're trying to get into the wrong house.” “Fool yourself!” shouted back Mr. Ide. “You're looking out of the wrong window.” A SAILOR’S LIFE Warren Halley I wish I were a handsome slug Like Gable and Robert Taylor Instead of being a common mug That’s just a U. S. sailor. I'd slay the girls with my handsome smile And pitch a little woo. They’d see me coming for a mile Without the navy, too. Boy, what a life I would lead Cocktails, girls and wine Oh! when I think of all these deeds Shivers run up my spine. nA) Mary Gray had an Elgin watch. She swallowed it. It’s gone, Now every time that Mary walks. TIME MARCHES ON. A () Miss Buckland: ‘What did the Federal government do with Negroes who fled to the North during the Civil War?” Jean Reynolds: “They put them in Union suits.”