Chinook High School - Breeze Yearbook (Chinook, MT)

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Superintendent’s Comment Bricks and mortar alone do not make a school. The best of material and equipment, while important, will not guarantee a high degree of accomplishment. More important are the trained teachers with ideals of service. But most important of all is the unquenchable desire for knowledge, the insatiable curiosity of the student to discover the facts of his environment. The citizens of the community contribute toward the erection of buildings, the furnishing of material and equipment, and the employment of teachers; the trustees give freely of their time and thought to solve the problems of policy and wise expenditure of the means provided; the teachers offer the results of their training and experience and the best years of their lives in instruction. All this is in vain if the student who enters this building does not bring with him the will to learn. No half-hearted wish for knowledge is sufficient. The one who does not bring an insatiable curiosity and an unquenchable desire will turn away empty-handed from the golden opportunity provided.

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May. 192« THE CHINOOK BREEZE THE FACULTY Seated—Helen Ingersoll. Marjorie Soule. Robert Julian (Superintendent). Blanche Williams, Hazel McNall. Standing—John Rebol. Huston Smith. Francis Peterson. Wilbur Zimmerman, Esther Anderson. The Faculty As viewed by Punto, the Greek. Ancient literature has ever afforded me much pleasure, but aside from entertainment, I owe to it a choice bit of information of which few' can boast any knowledge. And that is an explanation of how Fate maps out our lives. It is an explanation that carries w'eight and one must seriously consider it before scoffing at the idea of predestination. I will relate the story whereby my information was gleaned and leave you to your own conclusions. On December the third, last. I received a small package from my intimate friend. Dr. Frank It. Pow-ell. B. A., E. T. C., a collector of original Greek manuscripts. The package caused me no little excitement, for I knew that my friend was at Athens doing research work and I imagined the package would contain some old relic of interest, so 1 investigated at my earliest convenience. Upon opening the package I discovered to my surprise a well preserved old manuscript, written in the Greek of Homer’s time. There was also a note from Dr. Powell stating that it was one of many that he had recently happened upon, and that he hoped 1 would enjoy translating it. Being rather well versed in that dead language. I proceeded at once to read and you can perhaps imagine my surprise after you have read my somewhat loose translation. It was as fol low's: I, Punto the philosopher, shall continue in this paper the story of my adventures beyond the river Styx, and I do so at the bequest of the young men who each day gather at my side to listen to my teach- ings. 1 will not relate again my method of gaining that far land but will take up my account with my meeting King Fate and his Jinks with whom this narraion will deal. The day was well past noon, and as I had travelled far without drink of any nature. I suffered my-se.f to search for liquid refreshments. Far in the distance I saw a grove of trees, and thinking that perchance it bordered a stream. 1 journeyed towards it in some haste. After some time. 1 came upon the grove and approached it w’ith all stealth, for 1 knew not what manner of man or beast it might conceal. Stealing with all caution towards the center of the group of trees, I came upon a scene which I shall never forget, e’en though the Gods themselves command that I should. I beheld a motley array of Imps, red of body, tall and slim of stature. In the center of the group sat an oddly arrayed individual, whom I recognized as the God Fate, himself. I understood his strange garb when 1 realized that he partrayed the age in which the men whose lives he wTas mapping out were to live. As I was still gazing at the scene, the King gave an order which caused four of the Imps to grasp the handle of a strange looking machine, which I had not heretofore noticed. They turned the handle, thereby spinning a large w’heel, which in turn spun a metal drum. Judging from the sound, this drum contained thousands of pebbles. No sooner was the machine in motion than the remaining Imps leaped to their feet and began to dance to the music of their own