Plentywood High School - Treasure Chest Yearbook (Plentywood, MT)

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THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the seniors cf the city of Flentywood, county of Sheridan, and state of Montana, beinp- of sound mind and memory do hereby make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking any will or wills heretofor made by us. We, the seniors, give and bequeath of our beloved faculty all the amazing knowledge and start- ling information that we have furnished them from time to time in our various examination papers. We know that much which we have imparted to them in this way must have been entirely new to them, as well as to all teachers and students everywhere. We trust they will also feel at perfect liberty to make use of all s.uch bits of wisdom and enlightenment for the education of the classes to come after us. This, of course, is left entirely to their personal discretion. The following may seem but trifling bequests, but we hope they may be accepted, not as worth- less things lavishly thrown away because we can no longer keep them, but as valuable assets to those who may receive them, and as continual reminders of the generosity of heart displayed in our free and full bestowal. 1st. We will to the remaining students of PHS our unopened books, comfortable desks, and any scraps of paper therein contained. 2nd. We will to the Juniors our wide awake appearance in P.A.D. class. 3rd. We will to the sophomores our ability to put on good school parties and attend school functions. 4th. We will to the freshmen our helpful hints on how to become a senior. 5th. We, the seniors, will to Mr. Dunn our brighter and fuller knowledge of South America. 6th. We, the Journalism class, will to Miss Gunderson all the late copy, torn stencils, and class notes we didn't learn. 7th. We, the senior band members will to Mr. Vie our ability not to talk during band rehearsal. 8th. We, the seniors, will to Mr. Beadle all the figures we left on the science room tables. Maybe he can use them in geometry. 9th. We, the seniors, will to Mr. Madison, our beloved principal, all the eraser crumbs in the typewriters and all shorthand characters we didn't learn. 10th. We, the seniors, will to Mrs. Ertresvaag continued success in presenting class plays. 11th. To Miss Hubbard, the musical gifts of Betty Ann Lund. Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. 12th. To Miss Drovdal, we will the fine examples of order we have at the senior class meetings. 13th. We give and bequeath to our beloved superintendent, Professor S. C. Norem, our sincere affection, our deepest reverence, our heartiest gratitude, and the whole unlimited wealth of our eternal memory. In an attempt at partial payment of all that he has done for us during our long years at Plentywood High, we make over to him, here and now, a heavy mort- gage on our future in the Great Unknown beyond. It shall be his to watch every step of our upward and onward flitting—to know each trial, each attempt, each victory, each suc- cess and honor that we may achieve in the arena of the world—and to accept for himself, as interest on our deathless debt, every ounce of praise, every iota of the honor., knowing that it is all due to his faithful instructions in how to choose a vocation. 14th. We, Bob Doming, Robert Carbone, Howard Syme, and Gilbert Carbone, will to the 1947 foot- ball team all the luck we didn't have in 1946. 15th. We, the seniors, will to Mr. Hoffman continued success in his ability to get along with all the students. 16th. I, Vernon Ator, will to Eugene Hendrickson my slow driving ability. 17th. I, Tat McNulty, will to Donna Thunem and Barbara Barner all the times I did not drop my baton. 18th. T, Marvelle Jackson, will tc Dorothy Redmond my ability to detain boys in the halls be- tween classes. 19th. We, Jack Walkowski and LeRoy Oksendahl, will to Paul Andrilenas our loud ties. 20th. We, John Shoal and Dale DeSilva, will to Harold Hilyard and Joe Gallagher our many hunting expeditions. 21st. I, Betty Ann Lund, will to Mary Jean Rucker my clarinet playing ability. 22nd. We, Betty Lou Pierce and Rose Nagel, will our quiet, subdued attitude toward life to Fran- ces Godfrey, and Marilyn Fishbeck. 23rd. I, Clara Moriconi, will to Evelyn Hensler and Mari Ann Thoresen my domineering control as an usherette. 24th. I, Reta Black, will to Ruby Brown ray middle name, so people can say, Ruby Rhoda Brown- horse. 25th. I, Donald Brenteson, will to Timmy Boulds and John Von Huster my technique for getting in- to trouble and also out again. 26th. T, Robert Carbone, will to Robert Power my bow ties even though his middle name isn't Frankie. 27th. I Lorraine O'Toole, will to Ingrid Jensen and Eleanor Vogel all the men I won't be taking out anymore. 28th. To Betty Pierce, I Lois Bain will my cousins in Medicine Lake. 29th. We, Irene Hallesy and Shirley Collins, will to Gertrude Simonsen and Ruby Steinberg our ever lasting friendship. 30th. I, Jean Ardis Peterson, will to Gertrude Fink my gift of gab. 31st. I, Bob Dealing, will to Kerel Hagen my basketball Jersey number 22 in hopes that it will treat him better than it did me. 32nd. I, Howard Syme, will to Donald Norem ray cool basketball playing that I have not yet found. 33rd. I, Leon Mortenson, will to Joey Askelson and Ray Simoneau my quiet and modest manners. 34th. To Richard Fretheim, I, Vernon Ator, will senior English that I didn't take. 35th. We, the senior class will to Loren O'Toole, health, happiness, and all our good wishes. 36th. To Delores Brenteson and Nancy Groce, I, Marvelle Jackson; will a well worn spot by my locker. 37th. I, Glen Johnson, will to Maynard Johnson, my title of Long John . -J L-

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TREASURE CHEST Betty Lou Tierce She is gentle, she is shy-- But there is mischief in her eye. Chorus 1-3-4; Band 1-2-3-4; Wildcat and Annual staffs 4 Student librarian 4 Vernon Ator Just the age twixt boy and youth, when he is cutting his wisdom tooth. Christmas Play 3; Wildcat Staff 4; Senior Play 3; Jack Walkowski He’s grown to be a solid man. Wildcat Staff 4 Donald Brenteson I like to study in the morning, but I never get up. Intramural 1-2-3; Christmas Play 4 Class Flower Colors Crimson Motto ”He conquers who conquers himself,” Leon Mortenson Brief are his answers- questions few. —his Ralph Phelps I'm sure and slow, for they stumble who run too fast. -Ji-

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PROPHESY Liston, 0 ye men and women, youths and maidens, and little children . Listen, all ye people of Plentywood, to the words of wisdom from the lips of your prophet, who now speaketh unto you what hath been revealed unto her, even as it hath been decreed by the powers that be. And it came to pass that the veil before mine eyes grew yet more and more thin through the in- tensity of my vision, and behold, I could see them, even as it, the intervening years, were not at all • T could see our beloved President, Gilbert; yea, even as today, I could see him in all his dig- nity and majestic bearing, as he throws open the throttle and plunges the great D k D Diesel down the track from Dooley to Dagmar. He won this great railroad from his older brother, by two and one- half minutes in a drummer contest. Speaking of this brother, Pobert Frank Carbone, I look beyond the mist and see him at his desk, pulling at his hair, chewing his nails, and frothing at the mouth, the news-maddened editor of the Daily Ha'. Due to his ingenuity, great strides in the Journalistic field have been taken. He supplies the sob sisters with kleenex. In his shaking hands he holds a newspaper. Peering caut- eously over his shoulder, I read the startling, scandalous headline, Reta Koda hite horse ! And it came to pass, while T pondered these things in my heart, the door of a home swung open before ray vision, and T found therein, a household made happy by a wife and mother who had found her greatest ambition in the highest of all worldly vocations—the maker and keeper of the home. Verily was my soul rejoiced thereat as I gazed ray last on Clara and followed My Spirit of Prophecy further on its quest of things to be. And it came to pass, even as I watched the home lights die away, that a din of noise explodes and reaches my ears, and my vision sees a great basketball game in progress. It's the Midby Moles versus the Raymond Rats. It s a great game. No. 21 of the Rats runs for a touchdown. He’s tackled. The crowd goes wild, likewise the coaches, who are none other than our two great basketeers--Howard Syme of the Pats and Bob Dpraing of the Voles. When at last the vision faded, their supply of neck- ties having run out, the two coaches are sent to a rest home for recovery. And it came to pass that Beverly Pierce got tired of waiting and bought a ticket for Japan, where she will resame waiting in her own little prefabricated house. And now a ain the voice of heaven speaks and a vision is shown me. A vision of the thriving metropolis of Plentywood. A great procession wends its way through the thoroughfare. Thousands cheer as a huge limosine, carrying the distinguished form of Donald Brenteson, comes into our view. Donald has Just been nominated District Attorney of Plentywood. The Brentesons now comprise 50.1 per cent of the town’s population. But hark! ’hat’s this'» The car is driverless! Oh, no, the door swings open and reveals Vernon Ator. He is Mr. Brenteson s private chauffeur. And it came to pass, that Patricia Frances McNulty was found still plugging away-at the switch- board. She has now become the owner of the Gong Blab and Chatter Telephone Company. And it came to pass that Clarice Brenteson has become a famous Powerless Model, for in her power, the all powerful male is powerless. And it came to pass that Irene Hallesy and Shirley Collins have come to replace Mutt and Jeff in the funny papers. And it came to pass that Lorraine Harn O’Toole is still a stock holder in the famous Club C’Tocle, independently owned and operated by O’Toole, O’Toole, O’Toole and O’Toole. It is the gathering place of all distinguished persons. Lorraine is widely known for her ability to sell rold plated ice cream bars which arrive by armored car every Tuesday. A ain a vision of Plentywood is shown me. Here we see Leon Mortenson in his ten story mansion, equipped with a library on every floor, containing cories of his revised dictionary. Each word re- quires a separate volume. Gazing across the street we see a large sign in orange and black, Johnson’s Ju-Jitsu and Jug- gling Gym. we see Glen coming out of his large suite of offices closely followed by his office boy Charlie Atlas- Charlie is also known as Howard Harn former member of Plentywood high school. Another vision was shown me--a vision of beauty and a sight so strange to behold I was stunned. For in that far off land of oriental splendor of Moracco, arose a vast palace of opalescent magnifi- cence. ’ ithin, reveling in luxury and romance, is Princess Pete of Ftjar, the former Jean Ardis Peterson surrounded by her harem of 1,000 men. Her dream come true. Again the veil thickens. As the mist departs I find myself in a steaming jungle; a beat of tom toms is audible; and an arrow whizzes past my ear. Then a voice shouts, Run for your life, Dale! Two figures dash past me. For a fleeting moment I see their faces and recognize them as our old pals and schoolmates, Dale DaSilva and Johnny Shoal, who have now become famous Big Game Hunters. As the mist wends away, a rosy glow overtakes us and then expands and bursts like a bubble dis- closing a little valley, sprawled over the sleeping hills. Here we find the little village of Red- stone. There coming down the street is the mayor and as we look closer we see that the face is very familiar. It is none other than Ralph Phelps. He is at the height of purity. Ralph had all the houses, streets, and sidewalks white washed. This was done by his right hand man LeRoy Oksendahl And it came to pass that Betty Ann Lund is the creator of a famous comic strip, Eoiman Da Hick. She is far greater in cartoonist work than the famous Tic Tok . Behold in our vision we hear strains of music and see Jack Walkowski directihg the Plentywood Philharmonic Orchestra in his masterpiece— falkowski’s Waltz. nd it came to pass that I looked into professional circles, and there I found Marvelle Jackson who is a g-eat executive in the film industry. She installs popcorn machines in theatres throughout the country. And in a vision August Abenroth comes to me. He is in his rocket ship flying to the planet of Mars. He is now known as Atom Abenroth. And it came to pass that Betty Lou Pierce has become a noted book critic and writes her own column in the New York Times called Pierce Feers at Prose. And in a vision of Pose Nagel pursuing her vocation as a bookkeeper for Sears Roebuck comes to me and leaves me filled with wonder at hr attainment. And it came to pass in the far off realm of the future that Lois Bain has revised the entire shorthand system to her own satisfaction. In other words there isn’t any! And it came to pass that Harold Rhemurstien beloved founder of the German settlement of Rehmer- veille, is in his conservatory pondering the existence of the fifth dimension with his pal Albert Einstein. And suddenly then a veil was drawtf over ray eyes, and the vision was shut out. From the Things To Be, my eyes turned back to the Things That Are. Only goodness and truth and prosperity shall follow the members of the Class of 1947. -13