Happy Birthday Paula Fassett (DHS ’71): White Bear Lake, MN 
This is another picture that our friends took several years ago. There are 8people on this bike plus the added luggage and cans. My guess is that thisis a 105cc Honda. Like our friends say “Only in the Philippines”.
A 850 H.P. John Deere diesel vs. a steam tractor rated 18 H.P?
It’s all about torque and traction… enjoy
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=FLQhvruimfs
Cletus & Billy Bob
Cletus is passing by Billy Bob’s hay barn one day when, through a gap in the door, he sees Billy Bob doing a slow and sensual striptease in front of an old John Deere tractor.
Buttocks clenched, he performs a slow pirouette, and gently slides off first the right strap of his overalls, followed by the left. He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move, lets his overalls fall down to his hips, revealing a torn and frayed plaid shirt.
Then, grabbing both sides of his shirt, he rips it apart to reveal his stained T-shirt underneath. With a final flourish, he tears the T-shirt from his body, and hurls his baseball cap onto a pile of hay.
Having seen enough, Cletus rushes in and says, “What the world’re ya doing, Billy Bob ?”
“Good grief, Cletus, ya scared the bejeebers out of me,” says an obviously embarrassed Billy Bob ..
“But me’n the wife been havin trouble lately in the bedroom d’partment, and the therapist suggested I do something sexy to a tractor.”
(Don’t make me come splain this to you! Read the last line again, slowly.)
2/4/2008
had some predictive qualities took place during my freshman year at
DHS. Don and Bernice were both Juniors. There was an operetta
directed by Miss Nesting. The characters in the play were Native
Americans. The title of the play was “Star Flower”. That character
was Bernice. Then there was a young brave I think named “Lone Buck”,
played by Don Johnson who was courting Star Flower. Her father was a
grizzled Chief named ‘Lost Eagle” or something like that, played by
yours truly. One line I remember well from Bernice was, “Father, you
bid me come to you”. I was supposed to be a grouch, so I had my arms
crossed across my bare chest which had been slathered with leg make up
to make me look more tribal-like. I had on a full headdress loaned by
the Chippewa tribe, and there were several of them in the audience of
this production. Bernice was so beautiful I wanted to hug her, but
that would have ended my stage career, and I’d probably have left that
leg make up on her Indian Princess dress. By the way for you young
folks, leg make up was a substitute for silk stockings which were not
available. It was a fluid in a bottle. World War II was still ongoing,
and then nylon etc became available later. There was alot of music
and the two of them sang love songs in duet, and they lived happily
everafter. Fortunately, the chief in the play did not have any singing
requirement.This was just a brief interval in a long friendship with those two
great Americans, but when there is such a wealth of personal
admiration, and deep sense of loss, every little whisp of memory comes
back to reinforce the importance of having known and indeed loved Don
and Bernice Johnson. Cheers, Bill Hosmer
blocked as potential dangerous material. This is rather funny
when you hear the song, Springtime in old Dunseith! I am in
possession of a copy of the CD with all these songs. Wayne
Smith [61] got one from Jack Metcalfe’s daughter
Jackie. Rosemary Smith, Waynes wife made me a copy and I listen
to it often. With Jackies permission we probably could make
more if anyone was interested. The CD is titled Family and
Friends=====Turtle Mt. Memories. The guy singing Springtime In
Old Dunseith is actually Larry Metcalfe. The song on this CD is
called The Snakepit Saloon. The tune is from Springtime in
Alaska by I believe Johnny Horton. Good OLD TIME MUSIC !
Dick
lost and became better men through teamwork. We all had our ups and
downs but learned how to work through the conflicts. Although we�
shared cramped quarters in our travels there were no major brawls. I do
believe we put our best effort forward in representing the Dunseith�
area that summer.
One of the games we picked up through the newspaper ad was a game at�
Drake. I was told that they had a very good team and a top notch
pitcher. We traveled down there going through Towner and finally�
reached the baseball field and the field reminded me of one that had�
been
around since the start of the town itself, old and a tad run down�
with no home run fence. It was not a field of dreams. Anyway we had�
the
introductions and the exchange of lineups and meeting with the umps. �
The field ump was middle aged and the ump behind the plate was
older than the other. So now the game begins and yes their pitcher�
is good with a little help from the ump but we play on. As I mentioned
earlier that there was no home run fence and it was our bad luck that�
a ball got by in the outfield and rolled and rolled and we were now down
a run going into the seventh and final at bat. With two outs and a�
man at third we tried a suicide squeeze play. The player coming into�
home
plate was called out. My players saw what had happened and went�
after the ump and I practically had to restrain them. I told them to�
pick
up and get ready to leave and I would straighten it out with the�
ump. There the ump and I stood at home plate and discussed the error in
his decision. As time went by everyone had left but the ump, myself�
and my team. I could see that I was getting nowhere in the discussion
so I told the ump I would take the game as a loss as long as he�
admitted that he made an error on the call to me and he did. As I�
could tell
the ump just wanted to go home and forget about this game. The ump�
agreed that he should have called interference on the catcher for
shoving the batter out of the way and not allowing the batter an�
attempt to hit the ball. I walked off the field told the team and we�
went home.
Take Care, Tim