Laurel High School - Laurels Yearbook (Laurel, MT)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL 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 limited energy to cooperate and graduate in the prescribed four years. ARTICLE TWO: We give to the Juniors our ability to win friends and influence people or in other words, get as many 'eats on the Council as we did. To the Freshmen we leave our ability to get our class rings in our Sophomore year. ARTICLE THREE: We leave with the faculty memories of: (I) our supply of alibis and excuses: (2) our quiet, thoughtful mannerisms; (3) our ability to be hateful and obstinate. ARTICLE FOUR: To the school in general we whole-heartedly and generously leave the beautifully-carved desks, battered typewriters, worn-out books, footworn halls and broken locker combinations. ARTICLE FIVE: To our esteemed prinipal we gladly leave the chatter-room. ARTICLE SIX: As individuals we do will and bequeath the following: We, Billie Lou Bartley and Johnny Goodenbour, leave all our headaches to future annual editors. I, Kathleen Behm, leave the G. A. A. girls alive. I, Tom Bennett, leave, still a confirmed bachelor. I, Don Bradford, leave my long legs to Danny Hafer. We, Joyce Bradford and Eleanor Fisher, leave the Laurel Leaves completely exhausted. I, Betty Brese, leave with my love-letters. I, Don Brester, leave my quiet ways to Norma Phelps. I, Don Brohaugh, leave my Einstein brain to Jim Kasner. I, Bert Brown, leave for Mexico to exercise my Spanish versatility. I, Stanley Burkley, will my curly hair to Joe Marvel. I, Clyde Cromwell, give Caesar back his Latin. It's all Greek to me. I. Harriet Decker, leave 9:00 office to some ambitious Junior. I, Loretta Deis, leave my last name to future card-sharks. I, Alvin Dorall, will everything I see down here to Tom Lowry who has probably missed out on a lot up there. I, Duane Eberhardt, leave my artistic ability to Roy Ingraham. I, Alma Fox, leave my unusual name to Bill Huschka. I. Marlene Freeman, leave my A's in chemistry to any future chemistry brain . I, Joyce Gill, leave my meek and mild ways to Barbara Harlan. I, Wayne Hageman, leave my way with women to Lowell Anderson. I, Virginia Hahn, leave my vast wardrobe to my sister, Carrol. I, Virginia Harlan, leave my gum-popping ways to the faculty. I know you have envied me. I, Don Hodges, will my sense of proportions to June Visser. I, Ralph Hodges, leave nothing. I want to take all I have with me. I, Helen Hoffman, leave steno II, but barely. We, Bill Kass and Jim Scribner, leave our cooperative manners to Gene Spildie and Dick Duncan. I, Tom Kilpatrick, will my girlish voice to lola Fisher. I, Edwin Kehm, will my manly beard to Robert Pyzel. I, Norman Lais, will my muscular build to Jim Graff.

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY We, the graduates of 1949, leave behind us a few pleasant memories, and among these are joy and laughter to fill our many hearts. We were the largest group to enter high school, that year of '45, with an enrollment of 81 very green students. Jolts and jostling were bravely taken by our weary souls, but we managed to come out on top—buying the most SAC tickets to be sold that beginning year of our newly organized Council, and haying the most students on the honor roll. Class elections were held under the supervision of Mrs. Soulsby, our class advisor, and those officers elected were: Jim Phillips, President; Wayne Hageman, Vice President; Billie Lou Bartley, Secretary; Richard Nelson, Treasurer; John Goo-denbour, SAC Representative. Wayne Hageman and Dorothy Stroh were our candidates for the Laurel Leaves Contest. As Sophomores, we remained the largest class and, of course, had to start something new, so we ordered our class rings which we received at the beginning of our Junior year. We had very little to do that year but our class officers, as well as our class sponsor, Miss McDermott—were kept busy. Those elected were: Billie Lou Bartley, President: Bill Smith, Vice-President; Janie Lockwood, Secretary-Treasurer; Laurel Stenersen, SAC Representative. Nancy Purchase and Ralph Hodges were nominated as our candidates for the Laurel Leaves Contest. As it was the first year of the Carnival, we nominated Nancy Purchase to repre.ent our class in the contest of Carnival Queen. Yes, we were Juniors (upper classmen) at lastL What a busy year with responsibilities with the concessions for all football and basketball games, as well as the Junior-Senior Prom and Banquet. Due to the fact that there are several talented and hard-working students in our class, we were able to put on a wonderful program for our fellow students. Our theme was an Hawaiian Cruise and it was carried by everything from port-holes to the gaily decorated tables and then to the ocean-side where beautiful Hawaiian dancers swayed in rhythm to the beating of the tom-toms. As our Carnival Queen we chose Eleanor Mossman, who succeeded in being crowned Queen. Dorothy Stroh and Jim Phillips were nominated as our Laurel Leaves King and Queen. Weary, but dutiful, class officers were: Bill Smith, President: Janie Lock-wood, Vice President: Laurel Stenerseh, Secretary: Joyce Bradford, Treasurer, Billie Lou Bartley and Jim Phillips, SAC Representatives. This year we had Miss Helen Kamerzell as our very capable class sponsor. This same year, we presented a play, under the direction of Miss llene Avery, called Home Sweet Homicide'' which was filled with many crazy incidents—even back stage where our comedian, Don Herriot was fed a sandwich spiced with red pepper and Nancy Purchase, in turn, was given a coke jinxed with a few aspirins. But the show must go on and it did with our spiced comedian stealing the show! As Seniors we worked hard on our new annual with Billie Lou Bartley and John Goodenbour acting as co-editors and Miss Kamerzell, our class sponsor, as advisor. Our class officers were: Janie Lockwood, President; Tom Bennett, Vice-President; Betty Marshall, Secretary: Rosemary Sparlin, Treasurer; Bill Smith and Don Brohaugh, SAC Representatives. Laurel Stenersen was our candidate for Carnival Queen. After a very extensive campaign, Richard Nelson and Billie Lou Bartley were crowned King and Queen of the Laurel Leaves. Seniors, yes, but we are aged and strained ones. After four hectic years of struggle, we are entering an even more intense strain of responsibility and unfailing hope as to our still undecided futures. We must be prepared for almost anything to come and we are going to be, with the aid of many faithful teachers and parents.

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SENIOR CLASS WILL (cont.) I, Janie Lockwood, leave my executive ability to any future ambitious soul. I, Betty Marshall, leave bookkeeping, still amazed. I, Darlene Moon, leave my ability to say no to my sister, Audrey. I, Eleanor Mossman leave nothing. Everything I have is at the Normal. I, Richard Nelson, will my name Swede to hootenanny 8-Ball Fredericks. I, John Orndorff, better known as Moose , leave my diminutive proportions to Lawrence Stenersen. We, Bill Paronto and Chuck Rosselot, leave in search of women. I, Jim Phillips leave the L. H. S. girls to get along as best they can without me. I, Helen Pomroy leave my steno ability to anyone who can write that fast. I, Neilon Prill, leave my musical talent to Jim Gass. I. Nancy Purchase leave my charm and baby-blue eyes to Kay Pewitt. I, Beverly Rider,' leave my ability to blush at everything to Joan Reichel. I, George Roth, leave to come back for Carroll next year. I, Margaret Scheeier, leave my ability to get along with peop'e to anyone that lacks that trait. I, Dick Shay leave my wolfishness to Bobby Dantic. I, Veda Slater, leave my long walk home to June Kroh. tt comes in handy sometimes, June. I, Bill Smith, leave my Pepsodent smile to Claudine Eberhardt. I, Bill Sorg, leave my athletic prowess to anyone that feels they can keep up the record. I, Richard Sparlin, leave my growing-up ways to Bernice Moren. I. Ro'emary Sparlin, leave my glasses to anyone that has nerve enough to wear them. I, Fred Starbard. leave my interest in business to Bob Kass. I. Laurel Stenersen, leave my athletic ability to Betty Jo Nelson. I, James Tinnes, will my questionable language to Wesley Henley. I, Robert Tinnes. will my way with Havre Women to the Havre boys. I. Pat Ward, leave my short hair-cut to Rosemary Toots Schmidt. I, Hulda Weber, leave still employed at the Dutch Mill. I, Jim Wilson, leave my ability to be expelled and reinstated in five minutes to Everett Moorman. I, Leo Yeager, leave my creative mind to Jumping Joe Garlock. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seal in the year of Our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred and forty-nine. I long to be a senior And with the seniors stand, A fountain pen behind my ear, A notebook in my hand. I wouldn't be a president I wouldn't be a king, I'd rather be a senior And never do a thing.