Sheridan High School - Trailblazer Yearbook (Sheridan, MT)

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THE SENIOR CLASS The Senior Will To Bert Ellinghcuse, Madeline Flick leaves her smooth but active temper. To Mr. Brim. Mathew Walter leaves his handsomeness. Te I Icrcncc Tclscn. Jce Garrett leaves his stubborness. To Jeanette Duncan, Mary Walter wills her beauty and charm. To Claire Dcr.irk. Mary Walter wills half cf her style. To Faythe Marshall. Lcretia Williss leaves her reserve. Tc Donald Duncan, Bill Armitage leaves his ccnicit. To Jecnetie Duncan, Mathew Walter leaves h's exceptional grades. To the girls in the lower grades, the senior girls leave their sophlsticanon. To Alice Fodders. Laura Braach leaves her mining interests. To Lcwell Steiner. Clifford Bullock leaves his ambition unlimited. Tc A :drcy Shafer, the senior girls leave their ability to play basketball. To Lcw ell Steiner. Joe Garrett leaves his most comfortable bed in the bank, but not his wages. To Florence Tolscn. Eleanore Dyer leaves her interests in Gallatin Valley. To Russell Click, Bill Armitage leaves his secret of physical development. Done Friday, this thirteenth day cf April. 1928. Hereunto we set our hand and sea). Bill Armitage. Scribe. Min Marsh Witnesses: ; Bud Green. GREAT 3-7-77 0 SEAL m 0 0

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THE SENIOR CLASS The Senior Will We, the high and mighty senior class of Sheridan High School in the State cf Montana. Town of Sheridan. County of Madison situated and located on the Corners of Madison and Pcplar Streets being of sound mind, of disposing mem- ory duly make and establish this last will and testimony. We leave all underclassmen the privilege to graduate if possible. We leave our seats in the assembly hall to this year's juniors may they be filled as nobly in the future as in the past. To all future high school students, we leave our cheerful dispositions and good behavior. We leave to any class that should want it. cur ability to precipitate discus- sion among curselves and with any teacher. To the frosh. we leave cur exceptional supply of brain matter, hoping they will use it as successfully as did their predecessors. To the junior class of '28. we leave our serious-mindcdness toward school and cur desire to gain an honorable position in the future. To the sophs, we leave our spunk and power to push anything we start. To the juniors, we leave our ability to publish an annual. To Mr. Brim. Joe Garrett leaves his ability to hunt deer. To Mrs. Duncan. Eleanore Dyer leaves her vocabulary strictly for use in English classes. To Mr. Parks, we leave cur ability to tune cut static, cur knowledge anci our repairs fcr radios. To Mr. Brim. we. the seniors, leave all our pencils, old and new. To Miss Wylie, we leave our best wishes for happiness—in th' Premised Land. To Harry Stine. Clifford Bullock wills his dignified mein. To Emmet Marsh. Bud Green wills his fetching style cf combing his hair. To Howard Hadzor. Joe Garrett wills his most beautiful buff corduroys. To Wesley Baril. Matthew Walter leaves his way with the women. To Russell Glick. Dave Rossiter leaves his secret of getting-by. To Howard Hadzor. Bill Armitage leaves his alarm clock. To Theresa Walter. Laura Braach leaves her frankness. To Ted Schmidtt, Mary Marsh leaves her power of mastication. To Carl Reissinger. Clifford Bullock leaves his fondness fcr the girl who sat behind him. To Stella Ball. Eleancre Dyer leaves her ability to communicate by means cf oral speech.

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THE SENIOR CLASS Class Prophecy Date 1953. I sat before my fire-place and contemplated. I looked back over the years and contemplated some more. The old bunch, the senior class of ’28—where are they now, what are they doing, who has succeeded? As I thought, I could but smile with pride. The outlook wasn’t so gloomy, so sad. as I had at first been led to believe. In fact the condition was positively funny, almost comical For instance there was William Armitage. He’d shifted about a good deal, been kinda a happy-go-lucky, jack-of-all-trades sort of fellow for a good many years. First it was a plumber, then a piano tuner and from there to one thin and another, until here in the last year he’d gone back to the old sheep ranch on Corral Creek and settled down with Mabel Rhodes as a wife. Some ranch, too, with her wisdom about woolies added to his. He was one of the most promising and determined fellows in the class and yet he’s just now showing his colors. It shows just how little can be prophesied from high school, doesn’t it? Then there was Madeline Flick. “Flicker,” we always called her. I’d kinda lost track of her for a good many years, but here just a few days ago I heard about her, and what do you suppose I heard? Well, sir. she’s in the missions down in Mexico, what do you think of that? And another thing, she’s single, a typical old maid and is beginning to get sensitive about the matter, too. so I heard. But nevertheless, she’s doing fine work among the greasers A You should see their homes! T Then, too, there was Mary Walter. Her first story could be made a short riffle. She lost in her first love affair and staked out second claims. She had to dig for a living so she started up a French millinery shop here in town and they say she knew her stuff. After a bit. wampum got scarce and she took in washing; but the dampening effects chilled her husband and they laid him away here a year or so ago. Then the grieving widow remarried and this time it wasn’t to wear callouses on her hands. No, not much! A life of ease was the outlook for Mary and that’s what she’s living right now. having retired from public activities. She lives in Twin Bridges. I next thought of Joe Garrett. You know he used to work in the butcher shop after school and Saturdays; and you also know that he worked his way up. until now he’s a boner in the Hansen Packing Co. I heard somebodv say the other day that they saw him in a swimming suit and that without the least exaggeration they thought he was a tattooed man from a circus in for a swim, he was just that scarred up like old Trader Horn, you know Can you imagine it? The knife had slipped just that many times, but it didn’t affect his advancing at all. Well, here’s luck, old-timer! Mary Marsh married LeRoy Flick the year she graduated. The young couple started for New York in a few days with an old Ford and a trailer full of old shoes, rice, and wedding presents. In the big metropolis thev soon found their niche in the photographing business and progressed rapidly, thanks to Mary’s experience in taking annual pictures. An old side-kick cf mine dropped in to see them and wrote me that there wasn’t anywhere to sit down because every space was filled with pictures of the kids, in-laws. etc. I also heard that they have started branch businesses in Paris, London and Rome; and prosperity looks them in the face. I ccme to Loretta Willis and here’s fame. Through her efforts as a stu- dent and graduate of Harvard (they’re letting girls in now) she’s reallv earned her success. She’s dancing behind the hi h lights on Broadway and the fans have gone wild over her. She draws something like $20,000 per week and owns nn old castle in France. Of course she’s changed h r name and nerhans a lit- tle more often than discretion sanctions, but she’s living life while she’s at it. She never did do things by halves, even in high school.