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

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T HE K V O T E Soon we changed our ways of study And neither knew we fear nor care. We laughed and joked with everybody No prank so great but we would dare. But before our minds hail left us Just before we grew too gay, We found out school’s fullest meaning And that is why we’re here today. In our hearts a great desire Grew up for this noble cause, IamI us highly to aspire And go forward without pause. Now that we have won the trophy Know I hat all this druggie's oVr, Know that we are crowned with victory Glad are we, yet grieving more. Just a farewell word in parting Which i lay make your path secure , Through our minds the w ids come darting ‘‘He always conquers who endures» Carol Parham, ’12. Class Prophecy “Sweet tin memory of distant friends, for “There is no friend like an old friend Who has shared our mi ming days. No homage like his praise.” Pondering upon this thought of Oliver Wendell Holmes. I walked down the winding path, until I reached mv favorite haunt, the bridge; yes, the dear old rustic bridge, suspended over a b dy of water, cool and clear as crystal. The sun had started on it- downward course, leaving behind a trail of purple, and gold in the heavens, subdued only by the paler tints of pink and blue, which cast a hazy, dreamy atmosphere over the surrounding valley. Leaning upon a rail of the bridge, and looking down into the lake, I noticed how wonderfully like the sky the water looked, with its hazy intermingling colors of purple and gold, and the finer touch of delicate 29

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T II E K V O T E just came lie re what a heart smasher he was, hut now his victims are many, so I warn you all to beware of him. There are two others whoso presence we miss- Joseph Farrell, who was a meml er of the class until Christmas time, was compelled to give up his studies on account of sickness. John Farreus, pr miinrnt in foot- hall, twice president of our class and aNo president of the Athletic association, felt the strain of domestic duties upon him and has become a prosperous grocer of Hillings. While we look hack up n the pleasures f our happy school days, let us not forget that every joy has its sorrow and every gain a loss. Then is one who might have 1 kh ii with us tonight if death had not claimed her. Hut as n gardener gathers the rarest and most beautiful (lowers, so it was that Eugenia Hiker was taken from her friends. I have now made you acquainted with all of the member of (his class which to us the h;M- Yet we hope that those who are to he Seniors in the coming year. will even surpass u-. for where there is not progress then is a decline. It i the duty of every one of you to make each year better than the last. llirdie Tisdale, ‘12. Class Poem Now tlie days of school are over And we breathe a long deep sigh. Now our minds are free from study And our hofies are mounting high. Yet there come glad memories thronging. From the happy days of yore, And our hearts are filled with longing We .shall know those days no mors. Years have passed since first we entered. Our footsteps trembling as we came. Upon ourselves ©ur thoughts were centered W e even feared to breathe a name. Day by day the pages turning We filled our heads with old booklore, Something new we were ever learning Things we had not known before. 28

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T II E K Y () T E pi ilk and blur . Unconsciously I was fingering my lieloved class pin and repeating, “No friend like an old friend. No greeting like his welcome.” • Was this the thought that depressed me? Surely it could not be, for my thoughts were centered upon the future. Then almost by in- stinct, I understood the cause of my melancholy mood; soon my class would be separating, and wandering into various fields, each one following his or her life work. Could the stars, as reflected below, reveal to me pictures of our future? There!—to tnv astonishment,—in the place of the planet Mercury, I saw an extensive plain of ['ex ns. where many co vlx ys were engaged in the process of lassoing, and branding cattle. One of the cowboys particularly attracted my attention by his extraordinary proficiency in the use of the rope. Ilis ability to lasso and throw the cattle was mar- velous. As the picture grew more distinct. I saw that lie was my old friend and classmate. Alva Rowland. I he bright Northern Star gradually sank deep, and deeper into the water, and with it drew this scene of Texas. Up from the water bub- bled a large city, but only the outskirts were distinctly visible; the most strikingly noticeable building here was an old picturesque man- sion; the pillars of the piazza were emvreathed in jasmine and sweet honeysuckle, while a grape vine had clamberd up the farthermost point of the gable. Out on the piazza came a tall, gaunt man in a sailor’s habit. 11c glanced up, wildly gesticulating, and yelled these words at me: “Have you written those personals for the Annual? I tell you they must come in.” Then I noticed for the first time a well worn book in his hand, which I recognized as the “Kyoto Annual.” I tried to speak to the despondent, nervous being; to turn his thoughts away from this dread responsibility; but to all my remarks lie answered impatiently. “Only one week more and the Annual articles not in. I tell you it will drive me crazy. I have lost so much flesh over it already, that I am nothing but. a mere skeleton, a mere skeleton I sav. Oh—O— can't the ‘Class History’ come in tomorrow ?” Just then the house physician of the Sanitarium beckoned me to him and told me how the strain of keeping up the Annual had weak- ened Victor Coiners mind, until he had become a wreck, and had come to the Sanitarium for a rest. 'I hen in the water I saw the star Venus, saw it grow brighter; and then slowly fade away until in its place mountain peaks protruded; these peaks grew in size until the whole mountain appeared with its wild tract of woods and undergrowth. To my horror here was a wo- man attired in a suitable mountain costume. She carried an insect net 30