Billings Senior High School - Kyote Yearbook (Billings, MT)

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Sbls annual Is BcDlcatcb to (Sconjc Ebwarb Snell Hy faithful, tireless energy, a name For our respected High School he has won. He led us on to fast approaching fame, And now his work with us is almost done. Hut the bright impress stamped on every mind Left by a well-remembered leader’s toil (an hardly fail to bear fruit of a kind Or fructify on such receptive soil. And we for whom lie planned will not forget That though he treads another walk in life He holds some thought for our advancement yet A hope that we may conquer in the strife. And he may be assured that in his call, A way that may be interspersed with showers, The l est success is wished him by us all As truly as he ever hoped for ours.

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C. E. Snell

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12 T H E K Y O T E GLASS DAY, 1908 SALUTATORY ADD HESS % Fellow Students and Classmates: Perhaps you have heard great speeches. Perhaps poor ones. It remains to be seen whether mine is great or poor. You are to lx my judges. My speech is the first and the shortest, not that I am the first in my class,—nor am I the shortest. My classmates like to talk so well and have so much to say that it would be eminently improper for me, being first on the program, to speak long. It is difficult for me to express my feelings. Within a few short hours our days here as students of the Hillings High will be ended. Tomorrow we shall receive our diplomas—Dlplomm—Perhaps that does not signify much to all of you but it does to us, the class of '08. We have not earned them by play, al- though we have spent many a happy hour within these four walls. At this time our lives separate. We go forth together but perhaps some of us shall never meet again. We all have ambitions and ideals or we would not be here now. We have all built air-castles: no doubt many of these will be shattered but where there is youth there is always hope. Oh! wise was he who placed that small treasure in Pandora's box. Our ambitions point in different di- rections. In following them we shall drift apart like the seeds of the earthly plants that are blown about by sweeping winds. Some of us will succeed and may none fail. We leave a small token of remembrance not that we shall be remembered by the Hillings High as individuals but that it may remember that there was a Senior class of ’08. May we Seniors in after life when we are weighed down with cares, our faces filled with wrinkles and our heads covered with gray hair, pause at times in the hurry of our busy lives and dwell upon the school days of the Hillings High— Upon the four years' lessons, Upon each well-worn book, Upon the many scoldings That so gracefully we took! Upon basketball and foot'ball games Which we beheld with joy— Upon the teams whose play brought cheers From every girl and boy. Upon the Music period And the many songs we’ve sung Upon our Inward quakings When the bell for class has rung. Upon the many teachers. Kind in every way, Who aided in our studies, And even in our play. And now in future struggles I fear we’ll oft confess That life would be far pleasanter Were'we back In B. H. S. —Flossie Parkinson, 08.