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

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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

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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 KYOTE 22 prepared Etta's experience as chairman of the chicken pie dinner committee has served well for her chosen profession. The next scene is a picture of a school room where we see Ellen Farrell as leading lady. She looks even more stern than ever as she rilled her pupils with an iron sway, never one daring to look sidewise. In this one we see a carriage drawn by handsome horses coining down a beautiful avenue and as it stops in front of a large house Grace Awe, the lady of ’08, steps out to make a call on another member of our class, Hazel Hankins, who is now the wife of a wealthy automobile manufacturer. Now the scene changes and instead of the continual drumming on the piano, a very sweet faced young lady appears on the stage and sings. Her voice is rich and sweet and shows the result of cultivation and study. I soon recognized her as no other than Marguerite ileox, the only member of the class of '08 possessed of musical ability. The next picture represents a large room in a hospital and from the number of palms we see scattering their shade everywhere we will imagine it to be somewhere in the tropics. At the bedside of one of the patients sits our friend Flossie Parkinson, ever as gentle and kind as when in Hillings High School hut in her own way accomplishing more than others. In the next picture we see a very energetic young man knocking at the door of a formidable looking house. As the housewife opens the door he in- troduces himself as Mr. W. W. McKenzie, agent for the uImproved Twentieth Century Stereoscope,” a wonderful device for amusing the children. He shows all his pictures and uses all of his argumentative ability, to no avail, which he gained in the Billings High School, for the lady soon closes the door in his face and Will seeks the next victim. Last but far from 1 icing least this picture shows the engine room of the Hillings Electrical Works on the banks of the Yellowstone, where George Hub- hard, clad in grimy clothes and with a huge oil can in his hand, is running the engines which supply the now united cities of Billings and Toluca with light, lie seems the same as ever, just as eager to explain and show off his knowledge as he was in the old days of Hillings High School. This closed the evening's entertainment and most enjoyable it had been to me who had scarcely heard of the class of '08 since we graduated, and as I left I could wish nothing but success and happiness to the memliers of the class of 1008 of the Hillings High School. —Helene O’Don sell, ’08. ---H---- TOMAHAWK TALK Let no one fear. I mean no harm. This tomahawk is not to be put to any bloody use. Its appearance means that a custom is to be established in the Hill- ings High similar to that now in existence in many other schools in this country. The Senior class today will present to the Juniors, with much sage advice, this emblem which they, in turn, will give to the class following them and so on down for years to come. A tomahawk is most suitable for such a purpose in this western country,