Laurel High School - Laurels Yearbook (Laurel, MT)

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Sonia) t QlaLiu (xJUJL We, the Senior Class of Laurel High School, being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament in manner and form as follows: ARTICLE ONE.—We hereby give and bequeath to all underclassmen our unbounded energy to cooperate and graduate in the prescribed four years. ARTICLE 'I WO.—We give to the Juniors our ability to read “How to Win Friends and Influence People” or, in other words, manage to gel as many seats on the council as we did. AR TICLE 'THREE.—We leave with the faculty memories of (1) our supply of alibis and excuses, (2) our quiet, thoughtful mannerisms, (3) our scholastic achievements. AR TICLE FOUR.—To the school in general we whole-heartedly and generously leave the beautifully carved desks, the worn-out books, the footworn halls, the locker combinations, and that infernal mimeograph machine which so easily turned out all those difficult tests. ARTICLE E1VE.—As individuals we do will and bequeath the following: 1, Pat Allen, leave my ability to get along with people to Charlene Gass. I, Trevie Barr, will my “blowing up ways in chemistry to all girls who take chemistry in the future. I. M arvin Batt, leave my wavy hair to Bobo Meyers. It may mean pin-curls every night. Bo! 1, Billielou Braswell, will my bird’s-eye view of the world to Bonnie Barr. We, Ann Brohaugh and Louise Romee, give our ability to get around to Gerry Schessler and Pat Dantic. 1. Lois Crawford, will my senior pictures to posterity for pin-ups. 1. Rita Deryekere, leave my ability to grow long wavy tresses to Eugene Bice and Dick Streeter. 1, Alice Dickson, pass on my meek and mild manner to Armelda Phillips. I, Gwen Dyer, leave my abilitv to ride horses (or vice versa) to the second best horse woman in L. H. S. I, Dale Dyer, will everything I see down here to Jim Kiedrowski who has probably missed out on a lot up there. 1, Lenore Easton, leave my ability to choose a career to the Seniors who are still undecided. 1. Leo Fink, leave my basketball skill to the Junior first-stringers. They didn’t have quite enough the last game. I, Don Graff, leave Miss Paugh’s Current History Class amazed. I. Clara Gratwohl, pass on my ability to do Steno to Ruth Frank. I hope you enjoy it. 1. Bev Gunter, just leave chemistry alive or at least hope to. 1. Albert Hodges, leave my General Hodges tanks and battle fields long enough to graduate with the Class of ’46. We, Pat Johnston and Jim Sherrow, leave our ability to fight and forgive to Sonny Wold and Rosalyn Karnes. I, Dorothy Miller, give my ability to work in the Dutch Mill for 3 years to Marian Wieber. 1, Jack Mitchell, leave my Vita-Sert bars to seme poor undernourished Freshman. I, Dick Moran, leave the words “Why?” and “I don’t believe it!” to anyone brave enough to use them. 1. Johnny Ostwalt, leave my shyness to Donald Herriott. I, Norma Price, will my gum-popping skill to the faculty. I know you’ve envied me. Try it sometime. I, Bill Renner, bequeath permanently “'The Blue Moon to Miss Paugh. 1, Freddy Ross, give all my snap-decisions to Bervyl Kimberley. 1, Marie Rvbin, leave my ability to get to school early in the morning to Bill Speare. We, Helen Sorg and Ray Frank, will our ability to memorize and recite to all Juniors who take Economics. 1, Barbara Spry, leave as quietly as I came. I, Martha Stahley, leave my frequent absences to anyone who can think up some new excuses. I. Betty Strccker, leave my Latin to Caesar; he should hate kept it in the first place. 1. Delbert Teeters, will my wolfishness to George Wagner. I. Jean 'Teeters, leave my youthful ways to Marian Herman. I. Adelpha Vaught, leave nothing. Everything 1 have is in the Navy. I. Leo Wagner, will my ability to trip the light fantastic to John Orndorff. This will mean fewer waltzes next year, Johnnie. 1. Winnifred Wilson, leave my fingerprints on the piano. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, We have hereunto subscribed our name and affixed our seal in the ear of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred forty-six. THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1946. Page Fifteen

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Hob Rosselot Football 2-3-4: T. I., 3-4: Entered Navy, » Selected for Color Guards; Naval Kn alien; Naval TraininK Station San Diego. Don Smith T. I.. 3-4: Entered U. S. Army Leo Wagner Transferred from Dickinson. N. D.. 3: Basketball 3-4; Letterman. 4: T. I.. 3-4; Class Play. 3-4; Student Activity Council, 4. CLASS OFFICERS President.......................................Jack Mitchell Vice-President....................................Bill Renner Secretary........................................Ann Brohaugh Treasurer......................................Beverly Gunter Class Motto...........................Look Toward Tomorrow Class Colors.....................................Red and Cream Class Flowers.........................................Red Roses Page Fourteen

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S yuoJl QLa i.. dtL lohif For the benefit of posterity we, the class of 1946, have set down the stor of four epic tears of struggle toward the shining goal of graduation. In the hope that this chronicle may some da be resurrected from the sacred archives of Laurel High School, we faithfully record the trials and tribulations of our journey through high school. Like all young and bewildered souls, we lost no time in seeking the strength and protection of class organization. Under the direction of our able sponsor, Miss Roscoe, we bravely began our first year by electing officers. With President Jim Sherrow served Dick Moran as Vice-President, Pat Johnston as Secretary and Don Graff as Treasurer. We proved our merit and earned the respect of our fellow students by sponsoring our first dance, the Freshman Frolic, in the spring of the year. Fortified by our experience, we confidently re-entered the halls of learning, known locally as Laurel High School, in the fall of 1944. Immediately getting matters under control, we chose our officers: Louise Romee, president; Ann Brohaugh, vice president; George Harper was secretart-treasurer for the first semester, and Dick Moran served in the post during the second semester. Miss Roscoe was again our sponsor. Realizing the necessity of preparing for our life as Juniors, we spent the rest of the year strengthening ourselves for the blow of upperclassmanship. We returned to our alma mater the next fall secure in the knowledge that we were at last among the ruling classes. We elected Dick Moran, president; Bill Renner, vice president; Pat Johnston, secretary, and Jack Mitchell, treasurer. Miss Roscoe returned as our class sponsor and Gwen Dyer was elected cheerleader. One of our first activities was the election of candidates for King and Queen of the Birthday Ball. Don Graff and Gwen Dyer represented the Juniors in the event. We started plans for the prom at our first meeting. During the football and basketball seasons, that fabled group of exceptional students known as the Class of 1946, worked its collective fingers to the bone selling salt peanuts to the thirst-crazed crowd. On December 8, our own Gables and Garsons made their bids for Academy Awards by presenting ‘Our Town” as our class play. Although there was no need to create further joy and comfort for our fellow students after the brilliant and extraordinary dramatic offering, we sponsored the Annual Junior-Senior Promenade and Banquet on May 5, 1945. After three years of suffering under the whip of various senior classes, we at long last grasped the cat o' nine tails firmly in our capable thirty-seven pairs of hands. Never ones to break a tradition, we started our final stretch by electing our officers. Jack Mitchell took up the impressive powers of the presidency, while the remainder of the high command consisted of Bill Renner, vice president; Ann Brohaugh, secretary, and Bev Gunter, treasurer. Miss Roscoe was again our sponsor. Gluttons for punishment that we were, plans for the Annual were immediately begun. Dick Moran and Louise Romee were elected senior candidates for King and Queen of the Birthday Ball. On December 22, we sponsored a Christmas Formal jointly with the Quill and Scroll. Repeating our success of the previous year, we again displayed exceptional talent in our class play, “What A Life.” Our journey drew to a close with the presentation of our class night on May 20 and Graduation on May 24. We took our leave of the hallowed halls of L. H. S. with the knowledge that ours was a class that would never be forgotten no matter how hard our successors might try. Page Sixteen 1