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

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THE KYOTE CLASS POEM We must leave you, our clear Alma Mater, And we feel just a little bit blue, As we go from your sheltering embraces To face the old world anew; No more can we claim you as ours, No more will you shoulder our blame, We must step into rank with the others, Who work their own way toward fame. • For four years your story’s been ours, Each fall we have entered the race, 1 if growing still sweeter and better, Each morning has found us in place; Every day we have met in old ’Sembly, Awaiting the ring of the l ell That called us to loved recitations— In which our grades usually fell. These» four long years have we struggled, Count ing you the most cruel of foes, To spite you we've often been driven To waste numerous hours, and those Meant zeros and failure in lessons. The instructors? Yes, they’d make a fuss, For it kept them continually guessing Wouldn't “Naughty eight” really mean us? We have looked toward this moment with yearning, But now when our dream is fulfilled, There’s a love in our hearts deeply burning, Which time has no power to kill; It causes us fain to remember Ne'er again shall we meet in this hall, And we realize now, as we sever, That you’ve been our true friend through it all. And now, for the vast deal of trouble We’ve brought those who for us did their best, For mistaken ideas of school life— We considered it all a good jest— We heartily, frankly crave pardon, To forgive and forget is your fate, For school years have not been worth living If your good will goes not with ’08.

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THE K Y O T E 19 muih of the principles of health and growth. In large cities young children are made to work in factories day after day without knowing what a vacation means. They have never looked upon the green fields and blue rivers of their country. They have never received even a common school education. They know nothing of the great world about them. I heir little li es aie often blotted out before they have u chance to begin to live. Who is at fault in this! The father, if he is able to earn a living, but in a great number of cases he is not, for wages in the large cities are not of the l e.st. In other cases the father squanders all of his earnings. Often the employer is to blame. He takes no pains to ascertain the age of the child. If lie looks strong enough to do the work required no questions are asked. We should find some adequate remedy for this evil. It should lie made difficult for fathers to squander their money. The employer should lie com- pelled to pay salaries large enough to enable laborers to keep their families comfortably. The children themselves should lie forced to attend school for their own good that their earning capacity may la increased for later useful- ness These little citizens should be educated and taught the real values in life. They should be enlightened so that they can recognize and form high ideals. The child laborer of today is making the wrong kind of citizenship. If we could only see the evil in its true light, the reforms already l cgun along this line would te prosecuted so rapidly and effectively that the problem would disappear in a decade. One man among all others the Americans dislike—that man is a coward. There is no one so unpopular among his fellow men as this type of man. One who strikes down another fur faithfully carrying out his duties receives short shrift from the hands of American justice. On the other hand every one admires the man who does his duty, who waits not for an opportunity to come, to him hut looks for the opportunity. It takes a brave man to face a line of battle but it takes a braver one to face alone the forces of unlawful people. If all were as faithful in carrying out our duties as some have recently proved themselves to Ik , it would not lx? long before we made an ideal nation out of ibis land of ours. Some of our true Americans stand out in the limelight and show their fellows what fearless men may do. We need more citizens who are faithful and upright. We do not need any more boards of trade with their bull and bear operators. We want more men like Roosevelt, La toilette, Johnson, Hughes and Folk. Men who stand for the best and the highest in our American life. It is only through the youth of America that we can hope to continue her better citizenship. Tin problem comes to each one of us to decide; whether we «■hall east our lot with that class which stands for the upbuilding of the nation or with that other class which does not look to this end. Ix»t us do some good in the world. Let us join the ranks of the men who uplift and are striving for a tetter citizenship. Ix t us ever have before us a high ideal. I et us all be true Americans in the fullest sense of the word and do all in our power to uplift ouu fellowmen, to weed out the present evils and to bring the standard of Ameri- can citizenship back to the standard of our Puritan forefathers. —Ray Van Hoi ten, 08.

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the kyote 21 Then farewell to all we are leaving, Farewell ye small Freshies so green, Farewell, oh, ye yet verdant Sophies— Tis hard to distinguish between— You too must we leave, mighty Juniors, With all of your 'isms and airs, With your big heads so crammed full of learning, And your shoulders so weighted with cares. Tis the beginning of the end, Alma Mater, Hut the ties we’ve here formed shall hold fast, The bonds time and change cannot sever, Which shall hold ’gainst all strains till the last, The parting brings pain, hut forever You shall live in our hearts as today, Though we leave you, our own Alma Mater, We shall love you forever and aye. Ellen Farrell ’08. ---£3--- GLASS PROPHECY It had been many long years since the class of '08 left the Billings High School and often I had wondered what changes had taken place and what had become of the members of that brilliant and exceptional class. One night, in order to rest mv weary brain from a hard day’s work as lecturer in a High School in Chicago, I hastened to a little place of amusement where I saw moving pictures which reminded me of the Friday nights we used to spend in Billings that last year f was there. On that night the subject of tlie film was, “Just Any Old Thing.” After 1 lnul seen the pictures I went to the manager and asked to buy the film. He was very obdurate and said, “No,” that it was his best film and he would not part with it, but I lagged and pleaded and finally he sold it to me on condition that I would show it in different places and advertise his business. The first picture was a school campus and as I looked at it, though it seemed familiar, I could not place it. Finally, however, 1 recognized it as the home of the Billings High School, but wonderfully changed. There it is. a huge stone building occupying a whole block of ground and surrounded by beautiful trees. The building is in the Gothic style of architecture with entrances on all sides. Altogether I thought “How much more inspiring it must Im? for the pupils toiling there now than it was for the classes of ‘08 and ‘Of).” The next picture is the football team out at the Country Club. The players are not that wonderful team of ‘08, hut a much smaller squad of boys ami coaching them in tones of authority is Kay Van Ilouten, our mighty full- back of ’08. The next scene is a picture of a school room where we see Ellen Farrell as High School and soon Etta Mae as head of the Domestic Science department appeared in cap and apron to oversee the serving of lunch which the girls have