Harlowton High School - Engineer Yearbook (Harlowton, MT)

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Alice Farra who lives in Tucker addition, Has two main sports, hunting and fishing. She can cook, sew and fix a car, With skills like that she should go very far. Shirley Schultz, who has spasms of laughter, When she goes out of town, it’s a boy she’s after. She’s tall and peppy and very slim, And full of vitality, vigor and vim. LaVelle Brannin, the girl soda-jerk, Said that the kids would soon drive her berserk. She rides in a shiny new Mercury with Jim, And when she is seen, it’s usually with him. Velma Hawkins, who always wears slacks, It seems to us that it’s skirts she lacks. “Oh. I’m so big” is her main complaint, But evidently to Everett she ain’t. Betty Pickard, who is always around, Was the editor of the Harlo Rebound. There’s no special boy in her life as yet, But she’ll find one soon, what’ll you bet? We have a boy who we all call Duck We hope he has the best of luck. He was captain of the football team, Don Sivertson, the freshmen girls’ dream. Dorothy Sivertson, twin sister to Don, Is really quite good at twirling a baton. To be a stewardess is her main desire, And as you all know George Cowie’s her admirer. Helen Rine is a nurse to be, Why she chose that profession is easy to see. She’s easy to talk to, and easy to teach, To the boys from Missouri, she’s really a peach. Wilma Beauchot, the girl from the farm, We think she would make a good school marm. She’s good in her studies, but best of all, In Home Economics she’s right on the ball. And now we come to the boy with the brain His knowledge of science will lead him to fame. He’s played halfback for the last three years, He is Paul Muneta who is really a dear. Joyce Furgason, who was our class treasurer, To her, the work that she did was a pleasure. From the first of the year, she’s been busy as can be How she’s managed to do it, is far beyond me. Jim Satake, who we all call Floss, For the football team is really a loss. He was really a star when he caught those passes, Too bad he was so dumb in all of his classes. Down at the postoffice at eight thirty each morn Will be Beulah Pospisil, as sure as you’re born. She gets an average of three letters a day, Maybe that’s what makes her so happy and gay. As for Mary Lou Aicher she’s not worried at all, As far as her future’s concerned she’s married to Paul. There’s a boy in our class full of get up and go, His last name is Knight and his first name is Joe. He’s cute and blonde and not very tall And for his sweet smile the girls really fall. Elaine Parsons, our old maid to be, As far as she’s concerned there is no “he”. Though determined and independent, she is very nice, But to pay by remaining single seems quite a price. Since all good things must come to a close, We say farewell” to all of those Who are our successors and wish them luck. During the remaining years they have to buck. COMMITTEE Mary Lou Aicher, Bertie Spogen, Helen Cavanaugh, Shirley Schultz, chairmen.

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Senior Class Poem We the class of ’49 Who love to sing, dance and dine ave gathered here to say goodbye To the good old days in Harlo Hi. To our sponsor we propose a toast, We think she’s something about which to boast, All year long we’ve had her in a frenzy So here’s our best to Miss MacKenzie. Glen Taylor, the president of our class, ii served us very well in the past. For Rosalie Ortwein he carries a torch, And together you’ll find them out on the porch. In our class we have a bride to be, . ne will be married in June you see. Dick Henthorn is her only beaux By now you’ve guessed it, it’s Patty Jo. Helen Cavanaugh, so lovable and loud, Her laugh in the show almost deafens the crowd. To accomplish typing for her was a feat, But as for history, she can’t be beat. Bill Amdor with his curly blond hair Always has a look of despair. He’s tall and thin and a very good sport, And he really is a likeable sort. Phyllis Bird, our carnival queen, W th Billy Wyman is usually seen. She’s always in a hurry, and never at ease, But we generally find her easy to please. Theresa Gibson, the shy little lass, Is the inspiration of the Senior Class. We all wish we could act like her, As she’s the type most mothers prefer. Helen Law has one ambition, And that is to be a mathematician. She is going to attend M. S. U. this fall And is always at Lucas’s beck and call. Stumbling down the hall at half past nine He comes very seldom and never on time. To all the teachers he causes a fuss, Don Wallace is his name, but he’s Sleepy to us. Bertie Spogen, our cheerleading gal, o the Harlo Hi teams is really a pal. She’s always been active in all kinds of sport, But, as you all know, California’s her port. Francis Manseau is a quiet little thing. We’ve never heard him whistle or sing. He’s really smart, but mostly in Math, We hope that the freshmen will follow his path. Jean Jellison, the girl with the flaming red hair, We think she and Butch will make a good-looking pair. She’s happy go lucky, cheerful and gay, And made quite a hit in the Senior Class Play. Next we have a girl named Jeanie, Can either be seen with Kenny or Queenie. She had admirers numbering twenty, She’ll soon be married, not to Queenie, but Kenny. There’s a boy in our class who plotted and schemed And finally got kicked off the basketball team. His good disposition has led him to fame, by now you’ve guessed it, George Cowie’s the name Jeannie Anderson, the belle of the ball, She’ll take all the boys, if she could handle them all.. She used to get mad and sulk all day, When things in typing didn’t go her way.

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Senior Class History FRESHMAN YEAR We entered Harlo High September 4, 1945, built the “H” September 8, 1945 and were initiated (remember the boys in dad’s undies?) in October. Our class officers were: president Eddie Ross; vice president, Don Sivertson; secretary treasurer, Elberta Spogen; student reprsentative, Paul Muneta; sponsor, Val Glynn. Dorothy Sivertson was our representative to the Hallowe’en Carnival. Our first Class day was May 23, 1946. SOPHOMORE YEAR We began our second year by initiating the Frosh. Bertie Spogen and Jimmie Knight were chosen cheerleaders. Class officers were: president, Jimmie Knight: v.ce president, Sydney Muir; secretary treasurer, Phyllis Bird; sponsor J. Van Johnson. Several boys received silver footballs for their performance at Worden. Bertie Spogen was a candidate for queen at the Hallowe’en Carnival. JUNIOR YEAR Our officers were: president, Jim Knight; vice president, Glen Taylor; secretary treasurer, Joyce Furgason; sponsor, Miss Peg McNally. Bertie Spogen, Jean Anderson and Jean Eubanks were the cheerleaders. Student Council members were Jim Knight, vice president; Joyce Furgason. treasurer; and Glen Taylor. The queen of the Hallowe’en Carnival was Jean Anderson. We presented the play “Uncertain Wings’’ and also won the March of Dimes contest. The Junior Prom was May 1. Glen Taylor and Don Sivertson won blue ribbons at High School Week. Joyce Furgason went to Girls’ State and Paul Muneta, Don Sivertson and Glen Taylor attended Boys’ State. Pat Kingham was delegate for Harvest Queen. SENIOR YEAR Class officers were: president, Glen Taylor: vice president George Cowie; secretary treasurer, Joyce Furgason; sponsor. Miss McNally and then Miss MacKenzie. Student Council members were: Glen Taylor, president; Dorothy Sivertson, secretary; Joyce Furgason, treasurer; Don Sivertson, Paul Muneta. Elberta Spogen was again a cheerleader. Phyllis Bird was queen at the Hallowe’en Carnival. Don Sivertson was captain of the football team. We gave the play “The Nutt Family’’, and again won the March of Dimes contest. Sadie Hawkins Day was initiated in the fall. Sneak Day was April 26. 1949. We went to Billings May 6 for Senior Day. High School Week representatives were: Joyce Furgason, Dorothy Sivertson, Helen Law and Glen Taylor. The Prom was May 14. The Senior Banquet was May 16, Baccalaureate on May 22 with Rev. Ray Mathsen as speaker; and Commencement May 25 with Val Glynn. Dean of Men at Montana State College, former Harlo superintendent, speaker. Dorothy Sivertson, Jean Eubanks, Committee Senior Class Song By THERESA GIBSON TUNE: FAR AWAY PLACES Never again shall we tread down your halls, Through with your classes are we. But dear Harlo high school though we be far away, We’ll always cherish thee. Futures are calling and we must take leave. Close bv your side would we stay, But if higher places we would hope to achieve, We must answer that call today. No memories more precious than we hold in hand. We’ll keep them in our hearts And seal them secure with the key of our love, And keep them for days unforseen. Our school has prepared us to take the next step On the ladder that we must all climb. But from higher places we will look down and say, High school days sublime.