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

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We Betty Jensen and Peg Iverson, will to Lois Stageberg, all the assignments we didn’t do for P. A. D. I, Ronald Marsh, will to Lowell Ator my Toni Home Permanent Kit and also my bottle of axel grease. I, Charles Morck, will to Dick Gross my ability to keep away from women. I, Lyle Mann, will to Howard Quam ay many trips to Reserve. I, Leon flyers, will to Donald Fink my position in the front seat in English Class. I, Lyle Nagel, will my seat in front of Rita to Richard Shoal. To Shirley Simonis, I, Paul Norgaard, will my skill as business ed- itor. I, Harlan Pierce, will to William Simonson, my football jersey No. 22 . I, Mina Raaen, will a few of my extra inches to Corrine Stevens, that she may have the dubious honor of being the tallest girl in P.H.S. I, Donald Shoal, will to Donald Fink my ability to live up to our good names. I, William Pierce, will to Donald Quam my ability to get along with a certain Junior girl. To Mary Bestland, I, Marlene Sedivec, will my ability to catch other people bringing their girls home, like I caught you. I, Marjorie Smith, will to the Graham girls the ability to stay home at night. I, Milo Tomo, will to Howard Quam the ability to drive a good car. I, James Welter, will to Frank Sano my ability to avoid the P. H. S. girls. I, Donna Ersness, will to Rita Grove my ability to move from one school to another and still graduate. CUSS HISTORI In the fall of 1939, 35 of us young children received our first taste of education in the Plentyvood Public Schools. We worked our way up through the first eight grades losing some members and gaining some. As eighth graders we wowed the high school with our play Buddy An- swers an Ad. Thirty two of us were graduated from the eighth grade on recommendation above and beyond our dramatic ability. As we began high school, there were initiated forty-three aspiring freshmen, among whom were 14- of the original group whose apple—polish- ing had brought them this far. Several girls joined T. N. T. and quite a few boys took active part in sports. As Juniors we presented I Re- member Mama. We transformed the auditorium into a miniature Holland for the Junior—Senior Prom and likewise carried the Dutch theme for the banquet. As Seniors we staged the annual Christmas Ball and the tradi- tional class play, Our Town . We published the Treasure Chest. Yet to come is the much anticipated Senior Day , and then the culmination of our hopes—Commencement. We shall always remember our Plentyvood days as some of the happiest times of our lives. PEPSI-COLA BOTTLING CO. Nesbitt orange, squirt, 5-Hi flavors

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LAST KILL AIID TESTAMENT '..e, the Senior Class of 1951 of Plentywood High School, being of so- nd mind and memory, and not acting under influence such as franc, duress, or menace, mblish and declare this to be our last will r.nc ter — foment. be, the Seniors, ’..ill to the Juniors : 11 of our unused books, our messy lockers, and our over-due admit slips. We, the Seniors, will to the Sophomores our ability to et along with all of our teachers, and to put our gum in the waste paper baskets instead of on the floors and in the desks. We, the Seniors, will to the Freshmen the ability to get to be Seniors in only four years, end also to clow down so a slow run in the halls. I, Margaret Aakhus, will to ihe future shorthand cl. ss my inability to understand the chicken-scratch. I, Jaccueline Beaman, will all the errors I nude in Typing II to the Ju’-’ors who will t-ke typing next year. I, Michael Boulds, do hereby will to Sam Fou h my ability to get to school on time and s 'ay awake. I, Dorothy Chandler, will to Anita Klofstad my ability to have fun vi.tl. the Williston boys. To the future P. A. D. classes, I, Agnes Christensen, will all of my notebooks. Tc Evelyn Erdahl, I, Grace Cybulski will my ability to get to school on Monday mornings after a lost weekend. I, Dorothy Enderson, will my wonderful writing ability rnd the joys of putting out - he annual to Diane Frethein. I, Fern Enghusen, will to Carole Knutson my ability to et my dad's car without taking him along. I, Clarice Gabrielson, will tc Adelia Furst my un-read AMERICAN OBSERVOR. I, Ch- rlrtte Gaines, will my ability to further my educ tior. -- al- though other interests tend to influence my thinking,-to Betty Rucker. I, Marietta Golterman, will to Betty Larter all he misinterpreta- tions of the curves in shorthand. I, Daniel Gross, will my ability to keep a poker face in Palvtzke's classes, and all the gum she tock away froi me to Jerome Onstad. I, Joan Grove, will all of my surplus Antelope boy friends to my sister, Rita. I, Eveline Heppner, will to Duane Wagenson my ability to get A's in deportment. I, Gladys Johansen, will to Yvonne Wilson my ability to get along with all of my teachers, and also to all the unfortunate people with blond hair, my nickname, UPERCXIDE. I, Earl Johnson, will my nickname, SMILES , to Lloyd Sorenson. I, Etta Johnson, will to Fay Mehl my bottle of rea hair rinse that has been so faithful through the years. I, John Johnson, will to Earl Myles, my bottle of hair oil. (continued nexit page) SECURITY STATE BANK 15

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PROPHECY As I came in on the Johnson Airline, owned by Earl Johnson, to at- tend the class reunion, I noticed how the town of my school days has grown into a booming metropolis. I was met at the air terminal by Don Shoal—the mayor of Plentywood, and his bodyguard—John Johnson. Don tells me he has really reformed the town. V.'e skimmed along the high- way in Tomo's Model T Taxi Service of which Milo is president. ■ When we reached the metropolis Don took me to the best hotel—The Triple- R , Raaen's Rest Rooms. We had lunch at the Skylite Roam which was in a large hotel. They explained to me that Paul was the owner. In fact Paul now owns 3 4- of Plentywood. He struck oil in his back yard and has become quite a prosperous man. At about 9 o'clock we went to the Club SI where the class reunion was to be held. Some of my old classmates were already there and more were coming. Some enchanting music was coming from the orchestra's stand. Here were Ronnie's Raging Rhyemettes, featuring Charlotte J. Gaines as the vocalist. They waved at me as I came in and later I learned that the band tours this continent and South America. Marietta Golterman, who has done the interior decorating for Club 51 , is here with her husband. Clarice Gabrielson and her husband have returned from their long-delayed honeymoon just in time for the party. Peg Iverson and Agnes Christensen have brought those prosperous farmers from Outlook. A great noise resounds from the entrance. A cry is heard. Someone has fainted. But then who wouldn't? Charles Atlas Morck has just come In. To the girls he is irresistable. With him is that great man of the world—Bill Pierce, who has now come to replace Mr. America. Joan Grove and Fern Enghusen are dress designers with Eveline Hep- pner as their model. They will design everything for a young girl's wardrobe. Peg Aakhus is a leading play writer for MGK. Here comes that man who has done so much for the affairs of Montana. Is it? Yes, it's Senator H. Pierce. He has THREE CADILLACS! Mickey Boulds, now a millionaire from Chicago, is financing the Gross Construction Company to oil the road to Crosby, N. D. Lyle Nagel is now captain of the 399th Division of the National Guard. Lyle Mann is the Champion Middle-weight boxer of North America. Leon layers is his manager. Betty Jensen and Donna Ersness are home on leave from the Wafs. James Welter is now owner of the White Star Laundry of Wolf Point. He serves every town in Montana with laundries set up in over 20 towns. Dorothy Enderson, now living in Minnesota, was unable to come to- night. She informed Marlene Sedivec. By the way, Marlene is now a leading hair-stylist, in fact, the best in Plentywood. And, last but not least, are Etta Johnson and Grace Cybulski. They are escorted by the prosperous farmer from Raymond. I wonder which one finally will get him? As the evening canes to a close, I must hurry home. The 84.th ses- sion of Congress is going to convene on Monday morning, and I am never late. Sincerely, Gladys Johansen