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

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0=a THE CENTENNIAL □[ jDC !□[ =0 World. They have privileges, they are not laughed at as are the Thebes of our crew, or scoffed at, as were the members of the Yearling crew. Niue weary months had passed. As some of us were walking along the deck early one morning, we saw a crowd of our Thebian brethren leaping joy- ously into the air, weeping with joy and rolling on the deck in glee. On in- quiring we found that three months of shore leave were to be given us. Imagine our joy at this news! These three months passed very swiftly, for soon we were back again on the decks of our cruiser. We were amazed to see that some of our poor ship- mates had absconded while on leave and still others were compelled to stay in the Phebian crew for another year. This year, being Yearlings, we were placed under Second Mate Kiddie, a small personage who was inclined to jolly us along—sometimes making it easier for us—once in a while. Hear Admiral Bruner was with us this year and we were placed in the galley on this trip. On our way across the sea we ran across other boats, one among them be- ing a four-masted schooner, the U. 8. 8. Fort Benton. They singled us out as prey and attacked us on our own territory. To our joy we defeated them. This ship was destined to be our traditional enemy. Now, as it comes to my dazed and bewildered mind, I remember that every year there is a traditional battle between the third-year and fourth-year crews of our ship—and what a battle. We Yearlings and even the Pliebes were al- lowed to dot the ship from main mast to stern-post and encourage the older men. Again came that which we looked forward to for a whole year—shore leave! This is the heaven of all the crew of the ship, be they deck hands or officers. Having come back to the ship, and our passports having been received in good order, we entered again into the life aboard ship. We found, much to our dismay, that Trainer Metzger had deserted and Trainer Wilson was sighted to take his place. This being our third year, we were placed under the care of Trainer Wilson. Now, as accords a custom, it was our duty, as the established duty of those classed as third-year men, to strive for enough money with which to en- tertain our superiors. We worked and slaved, and Boatswain Brown, a worthy officer, did all possible to help us put on a huge magnificent show. By the proceeds from said spectacle, we gained enough to entertain those solemn Seniors with. We had among the numbers of Ihe third-year men crew, our leader, Mid- shipman Berg, Midshipman Buchholz and Royal Bouncer Larson. Under the remarkable guidance of these young directors, we gained great heights. Recently, this year, our ship, the glorious battleship Big 8andy, has met and defeated our old enemy, the U. 8. 8. Fort Benton. We also emerged vic- torious from other battles, including those with the U. 8. 8. Conrad, the U. 8. 8. Shelby, and the light Cruiser Box Elder. After three months shore leave we came back for what we hoped would be our last journey. We were fourth-year men, and allowed privileges, there- continued on Page 64) ni----ir Page 24 ]C ][ 193 1 CT=0

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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

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