Big Sandy High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Big Sandy, MT)

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 ini mi ]□[ in THE CENTENNIAL C= SENIOR HISTORY THE FOUR-YEAR CRUISE A long, long time ago, it is said, some one—we will not speculate as to whom it was—dropped a chest, brimming full with Knowledge, into the Sea of Life. The only way this can be reached is by a Key, called Experience. For- ever, man will be struggling for the key to this mighty chest. Twas in the year of ’27 that I, together with forty more shipmates, em- barked on the good ship U. S. S. Big Sandy for a four year cruise on the Sea of Life. Oh, we were highly elated and hopeful that we would be among those to find the highly prized chest. Many experiences we had, good and bad, and I will relate them to vou. On our first year aboard the ship, we were placed in a stateroom under Third Mate Henning and Rear Admiral M. P. Moe. Here we learned that we were classed as Phebes. Through bitter experiences, trials and hardships, we learned, did I and my shipmates, that we were nothing more than lowly serv- ants of those above us. We were all given tickets and assigned to our work. Day in and day on! we trudged through our tasks. My comrades wandered around the decks of the great ship as though in a daze, swabbing decks, cleaning the galley, then swabbing more decks. Should we have jumped overboard and ended it all? Xo! For was not this but a path to the chest of Knowledge? Among the officers, a certain one. First Mate Harriet, would sit amidships, drawn cutlass in hand, sometimes even clanging it on the rails, and would, in mixed syllables of rage, tell us how very bright we were! Working under this officer, we became accustomed to hearing, “Get out and stay out!” We could turn our heads and see one of our shipmates walking dejectedly to the galley as if it were all a terrible dream. During this year on the ship, many of my comrades became discouraged, went slowly up to see His Highness, Rear Admiral M. P. Moe, and, on return- ing, either jumped overboard or were swung by the yardarm and dropped into the Sea of Life, either to be picked up by another ship or to float around for the rest of their lives, wishing that they had found the Chest of Knowledge. A few of us were lucky. We never incurred the wrath of First Mate Har- riet or the anger of Rear Admiral Moe, nor did we ever cross the path of Third Mate Henning. We were lucky! ’Twas about this time when we learned that we were to be put under Ship’s Trainer Metzger for so many hours each day for training, for, sayeth he, “How can you carry the Chest of Knowledge, when you find it, if you have no bulging muscles to work for you?” Trainer Metzger was a good sort and selected a few of my shipmates to work under Captain Hansen and Captain Stack. Know ye, now there are four classes of the crew aboard this good ship. They are: Phebes, the ignored, the ignorant; Yearlings, the mirthful, the gig- gling; the Third-year men, these being of the jovial turn of mind, with much spirit; and lastly, the Fourth year men. When thou art a Fourth-year man, thou art Cock O’ the Walk, King of the Seven Seas, and Emperor of all the c=3 193 1 I--II- —=11 li .... JI--=31 3C ----- Page 23