Cut Bank High School - Wolf Yearbook (Cut Bank, MT)

Text from Pages 1 - 116 of the 1922 volume:

Published by THE ASSOCIATED STUDENTS CUT BANK HIGH SCHOOL CUT BANK. MONT. APPROVED BY Loretta Eiiasse, Editor Irvinc; Jacobson, Business Manager. Mary E. Good, Faculty Advisor. t Ernst F. Thei.ix, Superintendent. PRESS OP TriIJIXE FriXTING (’oMPAXV Omit Falls, Montana ENGRAVINGS BY West Coast Exgravixg Company Cortland, Oregon. 3Fnrfui0r Dear Header: With pleasure we present to you (his second volume of THE OWL. We have attempted in these pages to portray faithfully the characters and activities of those connected with our school during the year just gone by. May this book bring to your mind many memories of past and happy days. May it ever be to you a priceless treasure, a golden link to connect the past and present. Oh, the world is full of High Schools, Hut there's one stands out alone; It's the dear old High at Cut Hank, Which I love for it's my own. Cold and purple are its colors. May they wave from sea to sea; Of all the schools in all the world, This is the school for me! School of mine, mine, mine, Oh, school of mine, mine, mine, Cold and purple for your colors, Truth and justice for your sign; With this banner floating o'er you. There's no peer can stand before you, School of mine, school of mine, School of mine, mine, mine! —M. G. Thou hast writ a wornTrous story, ('ut Hank High, Cut Bank High, Drftiratum Itich in its bestowed blessings lias been this school year,—rich in class room work, in lessons learned, in social hours, in friendships formed. Hut of all that has been given us, nor do we under-rate aught else, we prize most highly a firmer grip upon the larger, nobler, more unselfish aspects of life's values. This you have given us. Patient in instruction, generous in individual assistance, whole-hearted in your loyalty to our institution, you have been. In planning, organizing, and consummating student activities, you have given with the greatest prodigality of your own strength,—to which this Annual, published under your supervision, bears mute evidence. Hut transcending all this has been your uncompromising fidelity to those ideals which we, too, have come to behold, ideals which not only build, but safeguard character. Wherefore, to you, itluis iflant tUjabrlli (Snnii We, the Associated Students of (tut Hank High School, lovingly and respectfully dedicate this, our second volume of The Owl. Marie Holdren, Society Editor. Othelia Bach, Irving Jacobson, Business Manager. Lucille Peterson, Art Editor. Evelyn Anderson, Joke Editor. Robert Micken. Boys’ Athletic Editor. Loretta ( Evelyn Ransom, Snap Shot Editor. Assistant Editor. Idolph Milsten, Associate Business Manager. Dorothy Barnard, Associate Art Editor. June Hull Girls’ Athletic Editor. Clifford Commeree, Stenographer. :, Editor in Chief. Uoarfo nf tHituratuw Hon. John Y. Coisikn, 7 Years, ('hairinan. Mr, Wm. I . Yunck, 5 Years. Mu. IIikam Mickkn, 2 Years. Mu. F. E. Aan Dkmauk, G Years, ('lerk. Til FI H RECORD They have secured the accrediting of the Iligli School, readjusted the school district increasing its valuation by several hundred thousand dollars liv securing an amendment to the school law, and have systematized the clerk's office and introduced the budget system. They have built an addition to the school building; purchased a teacherage; improved the school grounds by grading, laying cement walks, planting trees, building a tennis court, and securing playground equipment; and have built and equipped four rural schools. They have built into the school and furnished janitor’s apartments, enlarged the coal bin, put in city water, and connected the school with the city sewage system. They have added the departments of Manual Training, Home Economics, Music and Art; and have increased the equipment of the school by the amount of several thousand dollars. iflmttana Oh, I know n lnml which has broad swoops of heaven, Glitt'ring with crispest and brightest of stars When sleiglibells chime sweetest throughout the night watches, And tlie moon softly beams through misty cloud bars; Where the softest of laughter from bonniest maidens, And tenderest words from ones held most dear l.lend with hoofbeat and sleigh bell in purest of rytlun. While seraphs bend low that music to hear. And 1 know a land with vast reaches of prairie, O'er which mighty winds with strident roar play, O'er which icy breezes with glorious uplift Sweep majestically onward and ever away To where towering mountains lift whitest of snowpeaks To pierce purple heavens and greet icy stars, And where the grey storm clouds whirl wildly and onward To draj e their cold crests and blot out the stars. And I know a land where from the horizon Streaming upward in splendor the Northern Lights play. Enriching the skies with most gorgeous flashes Entrancing the soul with their brilliant display. Metliinks those bright gleams are but flashes from heaven. That glorious home so near yet so far, Hut glimpses of Paradise, wings of bright angels. And glittering gates left but slightly ajar! Oh, Montana's the land where Nature unfettered Flings joys of the broad and the boundless and free, Where the Infinite speaks to the hearts that are open, And bids them their God in 11 is handiwork see. —M. G. “This shadowy mountain peak In solemn silence seemed to speak A prophecy of arctic doom; As in his frigid splendor dressed, He reared aloft his frozen crest, Surmounted by a snowy plume. His wrinkled and forbidding brow A sombre shadow seemed to throw O'er other crags as wild and stern, Which frowned defiance in return.” (Dur uji?rintrnb?nt Our Superintendent, Ernst F. Tlielin, a man among men, liberally educated,—a graduate of Warren, Pennsylvania, High School; Marietta, Ohio, College; and the University of Montana,—a post graduate student of Vale, of Berkley Pacific Theological Seminary, and of the University of Birmingham, England,—a man broadened by experiences in teaching, in army service, in V. M. ('. A. and ministerial labors; Strong of mind, keen in perception, clear and impartial in judgment, excellent in executive ability, a disciplinarian of merit, a rare instructor,— A man of noble character, of great firmness, absolute justice, unfailing kindness, radiant with cheer, a cultured Christian gentleman,— “A man whom spoils of office cannot buy, One who has opinions and a will; A man with honor—one who will not lie; A tall man, sun crowned, who lives above the fog In public duty and in private thinking.” We would we might claim him always. And we shall! His having been ours for a time has made him ours always. Though time and space may intervene, as long as life shall last he shall dwell in our minds and hearts. And in the Beyond we shall meet him and claim him, OUIf SUPERINTENDENT. Jarulti; Ernst. F. Thelin, A. B.; M. A. Marietta ('allege, Ohio University of Montana Historj and dries One vitally interested in each, one who has exerted his every effort to make our school days full of wholesome pleasure and work worth while, our leader, our conn sellor, our comrade. Mary E. Good, A. 1 . Bethany College, Kansas Los Angeles State Normal School Mathematic8 and Science Always considerate and kind, always ready to give a friendly smile or helping hand, with a readiness for sports, an excellent instructor, Miss Good is indeed a “students’ friend.” Adah Funnel Music and Art Miss Funnel has made her department one of the most popular of Cut Bank High. She has inspired her students with an appreciation of the most beautiful in art and music. Minnie A. Bio Home ECO n o m ies a n d dirts' Athletics Miss Bio's devotion to the welfare of the school, and her ability to enter into the sports and pastimes of the students have made her a much admired and popular instructor. iFarulttt Mary E. S wee ley, A. B. Dakota Wesleyan University English and Economics Miss Sweeley proves that woman's mind can master much knowledge before old age steals il away. She has done much to place our English Department on a high plane. J. A. 1’l.OW.MAN Agriculture and Manual Training Mr. Plowman is an example of a jovial, true-hearted, sincere, kindly gentleman,—an example of a life of service devoted to bringing happiness and peace to bis fellow men. Eve Youei.e Latin Miss Youell has done much worthy of praise in the teaching of Latin. Her helpfulness and cheery manner have endeared her to her pupils. THEOnOUK HALVORSOX Hogs' Athletics A young man ready for work and ready for play; with lofty aspirations; and a great fondness for boys, little children, and High School instructor. At rluml (Ulnar The end has come, as come it must To all things; in these sweet .May day The teacher and the pupil trust Their parting feet to separate ways. They part; hut in the years to be Shall pleasant memories cling to each As shells bear inland from the sea The murmur of the rhythmic beach. And one shall never quite forget The voice that called from dream and play, The firm but kindly hand that set The feet in learning's pleasant way. Across the distance of the years She sends her God speed hack to you; She has no thought of doubts or fears; He hut yourselves, he pure and true, And prompt in duty; heed the deep, Low voice of conscience; through the ill And discord round about you, keep Your faith in human nature still. Be gentle: unto griefs and needs, Be pitiful as human should, And spite of all the lies of creeds, Hold fast the truth that God is good. And, when the world shall link your names With gracious lives and manners fine, The teacher shall assert her claims, And proudly whisper, These were mine!” —WHITTIER. “I lie forever at thy feet, Dear hill with lofty crown; My waters smile thy crags to greet, As they look proudly down. “The odor of thy wind-tossed pines Is message sweet to me; It makes we dimple with delight, Because it comes from thee. “Thou, lofty, grand, above the world; Its lowly servant, I; Yet see, within my sunny depths Is smiling thy blue sky. Thou art so far, and yet how near! For though we are apart, I make myself a mirror clear, And hold thee in mv heart. ’ EVELYN Loretta Ciiasse—Pres. (Mass, 1-12-4; Pres. Stud, Conn., 4; French Play, 1; School Plav, 2; Orion Play, 4; (Mass Play, 1: H. B., 1-2-4; Pres. G. A. A.,1-2-4; Editor-in-Ohief, The Owl, 4. • l rosebud set irith little xrilful thorns, And street as Montana air (‘an male her ' Clifford Com .merer—Entered from Kudyard High School as Senior; (Mass Play, 4; Cantata, 4; B. B., 2-3-4; Pres. B. A. A., 4; Orchestra, 4; Glee (Mill), 4; Male Quartette, 4; Asst. Ed. Live Wire, 4; Owl Staff, 4. “Strong trill, subtle tact, soft manners, had given him si ill To coneiliate Fortune and courage to bran her displeasure. Evei.yx Hansom—Sec.-Treas. (Mass, 1 -2-3-4; Sec.-Treas. G. A. A., 1-2; Treas. Orions, 3; B. B. 1-2; Class Play, 3; Glee Club, 4; Orchestra, 4; Orion, 3-4; Library Staff, 3-4; Owl Staff, 4. MARIE Marie Holdkkx—Entered from Kieeville I ligh School, Iowa, as Sophomore; (Mass Sec.-Treas., 1 ; Member Kx. Council, 2-3; School Play, 3; (Mass Plav, 4; Glee Club, 1-4; Library Staff, 3-4; Owl Staff, 4. Behold a Senior, happy and yay. Smiling and laughing the live-long day .” Iitvixu Jacobsox—(Mass Play, 4; B. P ., 1-2-3-4; Vice Pres. IL A. A., 1-2; Mngr. Basketball, 2; Sec.-Treas. I . A. A., 2-3; Bus. Mngr. The Owl, 4. ’My only hooks icerc women's looks. And folly's all they're taught me. Evelyn Anderson—Delegate to Girls' Vocational Congress, Bozeman, 1 ; School Play, 2; Orion Play, 3; Orion Play, 4; (Mass Play, 4; Pres. (i. A. A., 2; Orion, 3-4; Library Staff, 4; Owl Staff, 4. ‘'And when onee the heart of a maiden is stolen. The maiden herself will steal after it soon. VAM V .) A KIE EKXEST 9tsiinr umpluntipfl Clotho, mighty holder of Life's distaff, Lachesis, guardian of the spindle, and Atropos, dreaded wielder of the fatal shea rex, looking down with grace and favor on the invincible (’lass of so deem d for them: That in the memorable year of our Lord, One thousand nine hundred and eighteen, Prophetic voice was heard throughout the land, Which sai l: “Come, all ye ignorant ones. To the mighty Palace of Learning, even to Cut P.ank, Hark ye! The day has come when neither The meek, nor the humble nor exalted, May come late to school in the morning. Hut must rise up steadfast at an early hour; And must wend their tortuous way Forthwith to this famous Temple of Knowledge.” And that day tin Class of ’l!” Did assemble themselves together In a mass, where each, in fear and trembling, Heard a sonorous voice which said: “I am the honored Professor. Even to me Do you show respect and obedience.” Alas! Despite our wit and sophistication, Exalted Senior, even the self satisfied Junior, And the snickering Soph, passed us bv. Hut even as the days passed, pity and shame Smote their hearts, and they dealt with us more kindly. With worldly wisdom, we as Sophomores entered Again the scholarly halls of Cut Hank. Verdant Freshmen passed us with giddy hearts, And giddy knees and shuffling feet. Condescended we to mock them and to grin, As the Exalted Ones had done to us. Hut the day came when even these innocents were awed; ’Twas a day of great excitement and commotion, When the great voice again spoke saying: “There shall pass two weeks and the Cirls’ Vocational ’ongress Shall be held in the City of Bozeman. Do you choose a fertile, clever mind To represent your noble Institution.” Then with pale faces and wobbling knees Did each budding Freside pour forth his wisdom, Even so (lie mighty Senior and flighty Junior; With resolution and great assurance, spake Our worthy Evelyn Anderson. Again the voice was Heard, which said: “ 'Tis fair Evelyn, ('lass of ’22, Who deserves this praise and honor.” Even a Juniors, with wondrous thirst and hunger We flocked to the pastures of knowledge. Then did the children of Anderson, And the children of lloldren, Hansom. Ilosea and Jacobson cast their several arms Around each other's coat tails, and plunged Madly into plans for the unparalleled “Prom.” And ht! Such beauty and grandeur was seen As had never been seen before. Then were the rose and silver blended In heavenly harmony. And it came to pass that the brilliant Ilosea Departed. Sorely afflicted we complained. Prophetic voice was then beard saying: Von invincible (’lass of '22, hark ye, and be comforled For 1 shall send one of shining talent, (’ommeree, the all-wise, the all-sufficient; His boundless store of knowledge Shall he contribute to your good ('lass.' Now has come the longed for Senior year, in w hich We do naught but look ultra wise, And sit in the much coveted back seats. Our underclassmen, forsooth, are now Even diligent understudies; and with bland. With unctions tone, they crave our notice. E’en the worthy and exalted Faculty bow down Before us! And now comes the End. Behold the day of Baccalaureate draws nigh! Forthwith shall we step out as learned ones. We bid farewell to unsophisticated Frosh, To the snickering Soph, even to the Juniors, who would be wise. All these Will weep and wail and be cast in grief When we depart from this place of learning. Lured thence by the world’s given pastures. —LORETTA CHASSE, ’22. rntnr SruelattmtB Rich man, poor man, beggar man,” drones Old Father Time, marking the destinies and fortunes of man with tin severing of each petal of the Hose. C. It was knee-deep in the May of the year of 1942. Heaven had smiled upon Glacier t’onnty; the gods had sent sunshine and rain and soft south winds, causing tin prairies to bloom as though Dame Nature had ordained them her garden spot. Hut in one lone dell, just without the portals of Out Hank High School, Nature was still unkind, for in its dry and rocky soil not a vestige of life was to be found. Hut now, just as the grasses and the grains of nearby fields were blooming, there developed hen a stirring and twisting and turning. A soft tipped shoot, with a mighty effort, reared itself to meet the sunlight, and grew and thrived, and waxed luxuriant. A miracle worked—for in this dry, clayey, earth appeared no other sign of vegetation. Hy a strange coincidence (or was it Fate?) on the morning of the nineteenth of May, anniversary of Commencement of '22, a wonderful six-petaled pink rose, dewy and sweet, arose from this plant, breathing its perfumed fragrance on the world. Many came to view, and were awed by the wonder of a lone rose in so unkind an environment. The flower seemed fraught with some special significance. On the evening of the same day, when all Cut Hank was wrapped in slumber, obeying a call of the Fast, which could not be resisted. I stole out to the rose, and gazed at the flawless beauty of the six petals. A deep quiver passed over the slender stem—it stirred as though it were trying to rid itself of a troubled secret. Slowly one of the petals twisted, then turned completely titer. On its back I saw the characters “Evelyn Anderson.” Fascinated I read my old schoolmate's fate, as it appeared, lint by line, on the fresh pink background. Alas, the frailty of man's judgment! Your comedy idol did not become Mrs. Seal—nor did sin ever intend to, even in high school days when you considered her interest serious. Prim and precise, she forces the A H C's upon unwilling primary pupils at Cadmus, latch day the traveler may hear her order lunch at the ‘Hucket of Hove' Inn: ‘Some green tea, very weak, please’.” The petal twisted, and wilted, and dropped to earth. Another soft sound from the turning of a petal: Again witness the fallibility of human judgment! Your six-foot class bluffer did not take Harvard's high honors in English as you expected. Jakey is efficiency expert for the ‘Get-Rich-Quick Texas Oil Co.' His services are highly remunerative since In- is The passing of the second very adept at watering stock.” petal. Line by line appeared the third fortune: “Evelyn Ransom has evolved remarkably from her modest, hashful manner. She is now Congresswoman from Montana, and is taking a very prominent part in the agitation of the question: ‘Why flying fisheries should 1m- established through the state.’” The passing of the third petal. “Clifford Commeree on the fourth petal: “Your class philosopher and logician shall never have his name writ in water; rather it he in milk and water. On a little dry-land farm near Cut Hank, he wrests his meager sustenance from the unwilling soil. Matrimony caused his downfall. He now has a home of his own where he fights in peace.” The fourth petal. The pastel beauty of the fifth petal gave up its secret : “Although your Marie suffered from fluttering of the heart, her case was never serious. She has become an actress, outclassing the inimitable Mary Hickford, as well as out-vamping Theda Bara.” This occult secret divulged, the fifth petal dropped to the ground. The sixth petal,—delineated here was the fate of Loretta Clmsse: “Completely realized are her ambitions. Her training at the aeronautical school finished, she has become conductor of a flying car and spends her time soaring through the clouds and skimming through ether. Though still short, her basketball practice in the old High gave her great strength and ability for assisting the passengers in and out.” With a sigh of the south wind fell the sixth petal, and t he miracle was ended. —CLIFFORD COMMEREE, ’22. £ nttnrB (’i.ass Flower—American Beauty Rose. Class Motto The Door to Success is Labeled Hush. Class Colors—Old Hose and Silver. MARIE EVELYN CLIFFORD jrvi sa EVELYN LORETTA Heigh-ho! Ila by hood! Tell me where you linger! Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray ; Take (his eager hand of mine and lead me l v the finger Hack to (Ik lotus-lands of the far away! —RILEY. (the Urniiir SUibp Ko.se of Faith, emblem of courage, Gaily twines and gaily blows. Inspiration for life's voyage, We shall make our own class rose. We bravely launch our little craft Upon these mighty seas; We wonder if it shall be wrecked, The storm rocks to appease. Life’s rocks are jutting on our way; We fear them while we row Adown what seems a placid bay, Unquiet seas below. We’ll trust the Spirit of the Rose For guidance on our way. It judgment gives to all of those Who hold it through life’s day. Wind-swept, and tossed by storm and gale, It’s Spirit brave, we ne’er will fail, With hope it does imbue. Rose of Faith, emblem of courage, Gaily twines and gaily blows, Inspiration for life’s voyage. Such has been our own class rose. — MARIE HOLDREN, ’22. “Farewell! But whenever the hell chimes the hour That summons the classes to Learning's glad bower, You will think of this Class that once gathered here, too, And studied each lesson as deeply as you. Long, long, be each room with our memories filled, Through the halls where the sound of our voices is stilled; You may take, you may fill every place, if you will, lint the scent of our class rose will hang 'round it still.” ‘‘The sun is low; yon peak of snow Is purpling 'neatk the sunset glow; The rosy light makes richly bright The mountain's veil of snowv white. “W hen daylight dies, the azure skies Seem sparkling with a thousand eyes. Which watch with grace from depths of space The sleeping snow peak's lovely face. “And when is born the ruddy Dawn, Forerunner of the coming Morn, Along the skies it quickly flies To kiss the mountain's opening eyes. “And thus always, by night or day. Her varying suitors homage pay; And tinged with rose, or white with snows, The same fair radiant form she shows. 2; .J� r.-Fr. Play, 3; B. ! ., 1-2-3; (ilee Club, 3; Orchestra, 3. ('ln the spring a young mail's fancy Lightly turns to thoughts of lore.'’ Ji nk Maiusox—Ex. Conn., 2-3; ('lass Ser.-Treas., 2; Live Wire Staff, 2-3; B. B., 1-3; Orion, 3; N ice Bros. (1. A. A.. 3; School I ’lay, 1 ; Orion Play, 3; Jnr.-Fr. Play, 3; Olee Club, 3. “Wit and grace and lore and beauty, In one constellation shine.'’ ' I'IRr-lf ' • ,fr. • 7' , - ■ • _______________________ _______- - • — • DOROTHY IDOLDll OTHEI.IA Dorothy Hauxariv—Live W ire Staff, 2-3; Library Staff. 2-3; I . IL, 3; Orion Play, 3; Glee (Mub, 3. “Modest and simple ami street. The very type of Priscilla.' Idolpii Mii.stex Owl Staff, 3; Live Wire Staff, 2-3; School Play, 1 ; Orion Play, 2; Jnr.-Fr. Play, 3. ”Faithful is he in every tray. Always the same day after day. Othelia Bacii—Owl Staff, 3; Sec. Orion, 2; Girls’ Trio, 3; Glee Club, 3; It. It., • • . Devoted, anxiousf pennons, devoid of ynile. And with her whole heart's welcome in her smile. JrxE Hill—Ex. Conn., 1-2-. ?; Sec.-Treas. (Mass, 1-2; Owl Staff, 3; B. 15., 1-2-3; School Play, 2; Orion Play, 3; Glee Club, 2-3. “A quick brunette, well molded, falcon-eyed. And on the hither side of twenty summers. Walter Halvorson—Live Wire Staff, 1 ; Sec.-Treas. 15. A. A., 1-2; Vice Pres. B. A. A., 3. There is no great genius W ithout u tincture of madness. y Grace 11 essler—School Play, 2; Library Staff, 2-3; B. B., 3; Glee Club, 3. Her modest look the cottage might adorn. Sweet as the primrose that peeps beneath the thorn. ! BEATRICE Marvel Berber—School IMay, 1; Orion Play, 2-3; B. B., 12-3; Treas. G. A. A., 3; c lee Club, 3; Orchestra, 3; Orion, 2-3. ‘'Bright as the sunbeam on the stream. Is fickle as a changing dream. Lourixda K.u fman—Orion IMay, 3; Cantata, 3; Orchestra, 3; Glee (Mub, 3; Girls' Trio. “ music be the food of lore, 77 on Beatrice Van Ormkr—Class Pres., 1; School Play, 1; Orion Play, 2; Jnr.-Fr. Play, 3; Live Wire Staff, 1-2-3; Glee (Mnb, 3; Pres. Orions, 2-3; Girls' Trio, 3. yon praised her us charming. some asked irhat you meant, the charm of her presence icas felt a lien she went” 3Jumnr 3luutfw Should you ask uu whence this story, Whence this record and tliis liist'ry Of the joys and the achievements Of (he (Mass of twenty-three,— I should answer, I should tell you: From the great lakes and the prairies, From the forests and the lowlands, From the mountains, moors, and fenlands, Caine the students gaily flocking Into this old Cut Hank High School,— I repeat it as it happened. Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have learned to love this High School, Listen to this wond'rous story, To this liist'ry of the Juniors. By the mountains, on the prairies, By tin rushing Cut Hank Hirer, Stood tin favored institution. There tin mighty Freshmen gathered As the (Mass of twenty-three. To their colors, black and crimson, They resolved to e'er lx true. And the standard which they followed, Followed daily through the years: “He as sharp as Glacier's snowpeaks, He as natural as its forests, But fore'er avoid the flatness Of the plains of North Dakota.” And the flower they selected Was tin beauteous red carnation, Symbol of their love and courage, Symbol of their constant efforts In the realms of mathematics, In the realms of art and music; Symbol of their great endeavors As they learned the roots of Latin, As they learned their liist'ry outlines, Parsing schemes and graminer outlines, English themes and the mechanics Of the poems of great writers. Then for president was chosen Clever Beatrice Van Onner. She, the school’s most noted actress, Brought success to every play. In the High School essay contest Twas a Freshman won the prize; othelia's pen outstripped the Juniors. And the proud and haughty Seniors. Thus this Class of clever Freshmen Won esteem of every student, Gained respect from all the classes. When again the school door opened, And the Juniors’ roll was called. Five there were who did not answer, Did not answer for their paths had I ed them on to other climes. Those remaining never faltered. Their ambitions soared hut higher As they neared their destination. Only one more year to travel. Till they reach the journey’s end. Finished then this history’ll I e. Look for it in Volume III Of The Owl. I on’t miss it! —OTHELIA BACH, ’23; GLADYS MILLER, ’23. When as Sophomores they entered, Still their standards they upheld; To their colors remained faithful. Went to work with renewed vigor, Strove to make their record lietter. Better than the year before. And their efforts were rewarded. Their achievements far surpassing Any made in previous years. With their duties, joys and pleasures, Time took wing and ere they knew it, Ere they knew that it was fleeting. Gone their happiest year of High School. This jolly class of Juniors gay, Has ever been, will always be. Devoted, loyal, staunch and true, To our old ('ut Hank High so dear. Our aim to keep its colors pure, We have fulfilled with willing hearts. Our standards are all hard to reach: The ideals we have held are high; Our watchword “ever upward is; “Excelsior” may our banner be, Our faces toward the distant goal. We know, “In union there is strength,” And so together on we stride, I nited in our thoughts and deeds, With not a trace of envious strife— Ever a class that acts as one. True friendships we have formed in school Are rosy sjiots along our path, And these we’ll treasure carefully, E'en though no more we haply meet. Those absent ones who have belonged To this gay Junior class, shall be Beloved always by us all, Though duty called them far away. The Owl so wise perched on his throne, Our labors and our joys does share. We’re proud to know he loves us well, And guards the class of ’23. —GLADYS MILLER, ’23. ( f lnnnan love and glory; We know that Arno's banks are fair, And Rhine has castled shadows, And, poet-tuned, the boon and Ahr Go singing down their meadows. “Rut while, nnpietured and unsung I painter and by poet, Our river waits the tuneful tongue And cunning hand to show it, — We only know the fond skies lean Above it, warm with blessing. And the sweet soul of our Fndine Awakes to our caressing.” Harold Plowman—Orion, 1-2; Glee Club, 2, “Quiet and thoughtful, Also independent.” Pearl Hesslek—Class Sec.-Treas., 2; Orion, 1-2; Glee Club, 2. « Her words she spoke in pleasant voice With much of trisdom in them” Lucille Peterson—Vice Pres. Class, Orion, 2; Orion Play, 1-2; Glee Club, 2; Hus. 1-2; Owl Staff, 2. “Come and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe. 1; Ex.-Coun., 2 Mngr. Live Wire PINKIE Paul Hersiikv—(Mass Pres., 1; B. B., 1-2; Sec. University Club, 1; Ex.-Coun., 1. “The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight.” Fern Jackson—(Mass Sec.-Treas., 1; Orion 1-2; Jnr.-Fr. Play, 2; School Play, 1 ; B. B., 1-2; Orchestra, 2; Glee Club, 2. “Her looks were like a flower in May, Her smile was like a summer morn” PETE RUSTY — Oscar Yasboe—Orion, 1-2; Glee Club, 2 “All her moods arc (fan, And sunny is her smile:9 Suiplumuirr Hiieala We are the class of '24! May we in worth grow more and more! “Advance and don't retreat.” We prize The motto none dare criticise. If filled with cares our school days are, We’ll struggle to uphold the phrase We chose to shape our high school days. For, of years to come, we worry less; At the future we can only guess. Today the world awaits our call, 'Tis action needed most of all. Our colors are the brown and blue Which symbolize the good and true. They represent the earth and sky, The limits of our ideals high. In quests that take us far and wide, The shooting star will be our guide. We'll follow e’er the moving star, For then our aims Life cannot mar. If we uphold our flow’r’s fair name, We’ll gain reward of precious fame. Though arduous our tasks and hard, Our ideals we'll ne’er disregard. —LUCILLE PETERSON, ’24. § iiphnnuirp £ rntpfl 111? 1111) M | lif ACT I. (Characters—Ten frightened Freshmen, thirty or more Upperclassmen,—intelleetual appearing souls,—Faculty of three men and two women of highly educated and forbidding aspect. SCENE I. Time: Sept. i, 1 ! —0. Place: C. 15. 11. S. Assembly Room. Freshmen, bashful and unsophisticated, enter one at a time. On the ringing of the gong they find seats at the front of the room. Miss Lauver: ‘‘All Freshmen please rise.” One or two Freshmen, looking very embarrassed, rise. Miss Lauver, (annoyed): “Well, don't you know whether or not you are Freshmen? If you are, rise.” The ten blush, arise, and suddenly fall back into their seats. SCENE II. — i Time: Oct. 22, 1920. Republicans, Freshmen; Democrats, Sophomores; Socialists, Juniors and Seniors; Master of Ceremonies, Mr. Martin. Freshmen sing:— “There's a long, long, trail a winding Into the land of wild dreams, Where the Democrats are raving Of their big. base schemes; There’s a long, long night of waiting, Iiefore their dreams all come true”—■ Mr. Martin, (after election) :—“Who said the Freshmen were no good? They have won the election by a large majority.” INTERLUDE On the last day of school, a stentorian voice speaks:— “Rehold! We must give recoinjtense Of honor due, for work well done. For studious care and zeal intense, For industry without pretense,— High honors to a Freshman, Lucille Peterson!” ACT II. Characters:—Sophomores, tea pupils less frightened than in Act T; other students, motley array of flappers and handsome youths. SCENE I. Time: Sept. , 1921. Place: C. 15. H. S. Assembly. Sophomores enter, casting patronizing glances at the Frosh. W ith much self confidence they register, trying to make their conflicts seem more important than those of others. SCENE II. Time: Oct. 11, 12:.r 7 A. M. Place: Assembly. Freshmen and Sophomores at blackboard, talking excitedly. Much erasing and changing of figures on the board. Seniors and Juniors at adjoining board; same business. 15ell rings. All are seated, with eyes fixed on the blackboard. A Sophomore girl jumps up, runs to the board, and changes a number. The hullaboloo raised gave evidence that the Freshmen and Sophomores had won the 1921-’22 Lyceum Ticket Selling Contest. SCENE III. Time: Now. Place: Here. Stage cleared. Class of '24 bows, and makes a graceful exit, whilst the same deep stentorian voice speaks the POSTLUDE: ‘Before my throne a trump is blown, Announcing just awards. Forthwith I cry, “Ye Sophs, come nigh, And unto judgment come. You’ve loved and honored your High School, Her work you've bravely done, Your glory bright, and wound’rous might. Her great respect has won.” Since we have always known success In everylliing attempted here, We think il right that we confess What caused our triumphs year by year. In this we plan to he quite frank, (For by this virtue we are known, On modesty we’re not a crank Or else to fame we'd ne’er have grown). We’re more polite than others are, We seldom contradict in class. Our boys precede the girls by far. When through the door or hall we pass. We’ve toiled so hard since school began: Industrious, we never shirk. Our high and all-inspiring plan: “To get a grade without much work.” --GLADYS MILLER, ’23. (She (TumlilenuTit Gray, unromantic, wand’ring, What is thy aim, as thou goest scattering seed O'er endless prairie, barren field and hill? Or blow’st thou idly, guided by no will? Thy drab, dull spines no virtue doth possess; Art thou so vain to think that thou might bless Our country with thy aimless presence here? 15e not vain to think. O weed, that thou bring’st cheer. Wherever I may look, e'en there thou art; No beauty to our land dost thou impart. Thou’rt everywhere, from dusty field to road; 'Gainst every fence, vast hundreds find abode. Annoyed, I watch thee rolling 'cross my path; To earth I fain would crush thee in my wrath. Hut hold! Thou hast a right to life the same As T, though humble be thy earthly aim. —DOROTHY BARNARD, ’23. ws. I ITT ITT ‘•Kush on, bold stream! Thou sendest up Brave notes to all the woods around, When morning beams are gathering fast, And hushed is every human sound; I stand beneath the sombre hill, The stars are dim o’er fount and rill, And still I hear thy waters play In welcome music, far away; hash on, hold stream! I love the roar Thou sendest up from rock and shore.” non Itl NT FRENCHY FRANCIS BARBARA ROBERT Francis Hii.la—Pres. (Mass; Ex. Conn.; Orion; Fr.-Jnr. I In , I� . P. “Tall and graceful and knightly. With a manner full of ease. Resolute, strong and forceful, And destined always to please.” Barbara Ragland—Class Vice Pres.; Orion; Orion Play; Fr.-Jnr. Play. “And yet she’s neither Nymph nor Fay, Nor yet of Angel-lcind; She's hut a raring schoolgirl, With her hair blown out behind ” Robert Micken—Class Sec.-Treas.; Ex. Conn.; Orion; Fr.-Jnr. Play; 15. 15.; Glee Club; Owl Staff. “He was strongly built and athletic, Broad in the shoulders, deep chested. With muscles and sinews of iron.” r Ott C rt Ena Johnston—Glee Club; Orion. “Straight, but lissome as a hazel wand; Her eyes a bashful azure, and her hair In ( loss and hue the chestnut, when the shell Dirides threefold to show the fruit therein. James Jox es—Orion. “It ain't no wonder boys are bad. And balky as a mule, Life ain't worth livin' if you've yot To ivaste your time in school Kathryn Wacker. “Tiro of the fairest stars in all the heaven llariny some business do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres Till they return ” —— ■w.m: RALPH PA I'Ll X K CHESTER Ralph Mickkn— 1 U� « ('lul ; Orion; 15. A. A. •• want tn In' n Soldier.' .1 Soldier! .1 Soldier! I mint to lie u Soldier, with a sabre in inn hand. Or a little carbine rifle or a musket on my shoulder. Or just a snari drain snarl in if in the middle of the band ' Ratline Xeraai.—Glee ('lul ; Orion. • know not how others saw her, Hat to me she was wholly fair, And the lii ht of the heaven she came front Still I in ye red and ( learned in her hair. ( 'u ester Dezort—Orion. If my name is never seen On hist'ry's pa ye, why yon Remember 'tints because I had to go to school.” Isabel Meade—Glee Club; Orion; Fr.-Jnr. Play. Her eyes are blue and dewy As the glimmering summer dawn,— Her fare is like the eglantine Before the dew is gone Andrew Barnard—Orion; B. A. A.; Glee Club. “You lounged like a boy of the South, Cay and blouse—nay, a bit of a beard, too, Or you got it by rubbing your mouth With fingers the day adhered to. Evelyn Dewing—Orion; Orion Play; Orchestra; Glee K O, our Evelyn is as dainty As the picture in a book, And her laugh's the undrotened music Of the maddest meadoir-brook” ISABEL ANDREW EVELYN LESTER KATHRYN EDWARI) Lester Hush—Fr.-.Jnr. Play; Orion; dice Club; Male Quartette; B. A. A. ''And nobody calls yon a dunce. And people suppose you clever; This could hare happened but once. And ice missed it, lost it forever.” Kathryn Downen—Fr.-.Jnr. Play; Orion; Olee Club. Her lips are roses overwashed with dew. Or, like the purple of Xarcissus flower. Xo frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power. But by her breath her beauties do renew” Edward Seal—Sec.-Treas. H. A. A.; Orion; Orchestra. “Yes, and wunst in school one day. An' Teacher lookin' right that way, He held his land:, an' hid his head. And made a face at her, an' said, 'Here's the way yon look!'” EDDIE l! ORVILLE (iKoroe Strode—Orion; ilee riub; B. A. A. For just two truant tads tike we, When Autumn shake the ra mho-tree There's enough for you and enough for me— It's a tony street tray across the orchard” Adele Whetstone—Orion; Orion IMav. « When, hap'lt , some light-waving locks I heliold That faintly resemble A dele's in hue, think of the long f In winy ringlets of gold, The locks that were sacred to beauty and you. Orville Barnard—Olee Oub; Orion. That boy with the grave Mathematical look. Made belie re he had mitten A wonderful book.” Jfrrslinum Jffantaateu As Eighth Graders, the members of tlu (Muss of '2r vei e most admirable, but now, as High School Freshmen, we are bears. Art, and nature, and teachers, happily combining their forces, have made us what we are, physically, socially, and academically. In membership we are the first class in school, having eighteen on the roll. Our achievements of little more than a semester have won for us class recognition. Early in tin fall, we, with the Sophomores, won over the I'pperclassmen in flu Lyceum ticket selling contest. The fact that two Freshmen. .Micken and Hilla, made the first basketball team, is of itself noteworthy, for it indicates aggressiveness of spirit as well as honest endeavor. The much .....tod learning of the Seniors seemed to have tobogganed decidedly, when the honor students were announced. Likewise dunior and Sophomore intelligence was not much in evidence on that day. lint, lo! It was the hitherto insignificant Freshmen who came to the fore and saved the reputation of Cut Hank High scholarship for (was the lowly Frosh who placed four students on the roll, whereas there were but two Sophomores, one Junior, and NO Seniors. When our (Mass coffers became low, it was '2. initiative that found a way out. Immediately, we secured the exclusive right to sell refreshments at the Lyceum numbers. Early in the second semester, becoming still more ambitious and avaricious, we served to the school a hot luncheon, the first of its kind to be given at Cut Hank High, which netted ns thirty-five dollars. Encouraged by these successes we decided to give a play, and invited tin Juniors to help us, which they, realizing and appreciating our wisdom and worth, most willingly did. The result was, “Nothing but the M'ruth was rendered on April 21st, and scored us a huge success financially, forensically, and otherwise. Last, but not least, we mention our success along social lines. Some of the best and most unusual parties of the season have been staged by our (Mass, t Witness tin Frosh Soph Hop. i Now a word as to our aims. In every connection with Cut Hank High School, whether it be social or scholastic, we shall always have the best interests of the school at heart, and shall earnestly endeavor to bring all glory possible to this, our Alma Mater. The aim of our (Mass is the individual aim of each Freshman: “To climb though the recks be rugged; and it is our desire that achievements here be but miniatures of future successes. —francis hilla, james jones, c.eorge strode, RALPH MICKEN, CLASS OF ’25 Upward, JFrrfihmett! Classmates, pause we here a little; High School life has but begun; Three more years of toil await us ere our victory is won; Three more years of toil and struggle over learning’s rugged road Three more years of strong endeavor ere we lay aside the load. Those of purple color regal tell us of our kingly powers. And the rich dark red remind us of our courage through dark hours. White ones, pure and sweet, but tell us of a fairer, brighter day, When we’ve reached the mountain’s summit and the mists have cleared away. Three more years of toil await us ere our victory is won! Though the path is steep and thorny, brightly shines the golden sun! Though the rocks be rough and rugged, victory’s beyond, sublime! Gaily onward, boldly forward, let us climb and climb and climb! —EVELYN DEWING, ’25. But we have a glorious motto which will cheer us on our way. Which shall give us wond’rous courage, give us strength for every day, “Though the rocks be rugged, climb them.” Ever onward, upward climb; Bravely step and boldly forward; victory lies ahead, sublime. We lack wings to soar as eagles; we have feet to scale and climb; And we shall attain the summit, cloudy summit of our time. But through days and months before us let us with a purpose true Bear our banner glowing orange blended with the royal blue. Blue for truth and things eternal, color of the sea and sky; Let our thoughts be deep as oceans, our ambitions true and high. Orange, symbol of devotion and of power of the mind; Marching onward with these colors, true success we’re sure to find. Pansies sweet, the flower we’ve chosen, symbolize to us deep thought; For alone by mental struggle have the deeds of men been wrought. Those which are of golden yellow, those of deepest, darkest blue, Bring us memories unfaded of our purpose ever true. ■ Hritp! Hritr! SBritr! V Write, write, write, On this troublesome poem, O gee! How I wish that my jten would scribble The thoughts that arise in me! O fine for the Senior boy That is lost in dreams of love! O well for the Junior girl That coos to him like a dove! And the silly Sophs go m With never a thought of ill ; Hut O that they would be quiet, And the Kiddies would all keep still! Write, write, write, On this troublesome poem, O gee! And I hope sincerely that never again This task will be given to me! Write, write, write, On this frivolous poem, O gee! How I wish that my tongue could utter The word tasks given to me! O swell for the Faculty eight Whose lessons are things of the past! O fine for the Senior bold, Through three years of High at last! And the untroubled grades come on Without a thought of woe; Hut O, that they knew the future, And no farther would tliev go! Write, write, write, On this unfinished poem, O gosh! Hut no one could ever scribble The thoughts that arise in a Frosh! —GEORGE STRODE, ’25. 1 = Nestled in between the heights Of n nigged mountain range, Sleeps a glossy sunlit lake-Reality in its still repose. Far above the calm expanse Of this deep and placid lake, Rise the tall majestic peaks Of the hoary mountains grand. On the glistening surface clear. Dance the merry sunbeams bright; And the stately, sturdy pine. Mirrored in the limpid depths. Stands as sentinel on guard, Watchful of the lake below, rmbsturbed the aspect is. Of the tranquil mountain lake. —GLADYS MILLER, ’23. IStnh rluml Alumni Hose ClIASSK KIRKPATRICK Kalispell, Montana Ilomekeeper Gi.kn Hansom, 'IT .Minnea| olis, Minnesota Student at I’, of Minn. Miidred Anderson Gerhart, 'll) Cut Hank, Montana Teacher Hai.pii Hansom, 'll) Minneapolis, Minnesota Student at I', of Minn. Pansy Voi no lion:, '14 Whitefish, Montana Homekeeper Willie Allison, '14 Cut Hank, Montana Farmer ’iiari.ey Hope, 'I 1 Cut Hank, Montana Farmer Iden Hassmissen, ‘14 Montesento, Washington Forrest Hope, '14 Whitefish, Montana fijitilt $rhmil Alumni Dorothea Haiaorsox, ('lit Hank, Montana StcMiouranher TlIEODOKE 11 ALVOUSOX, ' Dnl Hank, Montana Teacher krtiu’de t omuoErx, Cut Hank, Montana Stenographer k , Harvey Hai.vorsox, '21 'ut Hank, Montana Student at ('. H. II. S. Hi.aiu Pi,o v max, '21 Corvallis, Oregon Student at (). A. Mary Fi.ixt, '18 Kalispell, Montana Stenographer Mariam Worukx Kaxcikr, '15 Hardin, Montana Homekeeper A Svm'rir nr jRmillr I was sitting in iny attic chamber up under tlie eaves. This was my private sanctum, whose consecrated corners were inviolable—being dedicated to my deeper musings. Here every cast away article of furniture, every picture was imbued with the glamour of past memories. As 1 gazed at each of my possessions, a warm thrill surged through my heart, for each brought its particular story of the dim, distant past. This was my temple, my window from which I gazed peacefully out on the swift moving world. This was my palace inviolate, my retreat from the turmoil of life, and I felt a king. In a brown study, 1 pulled my ancient rocking chair to the window, and. from this comfortable recess, stared into the fast dimming light of my attic. The familiarity of the surroundings, the warm comfort of the solitude rendered me oblivious to everything. Drowsily my thoughts reverted to the past when I was a mere nigh school student. Was 1 not a graduate of the old school? I felt prematurely old as the events of high school days passed in review before my mind’s eye. How swiftly those four years had sped by! Vague recollections of belligerent Freshmen days pressed themselves on my consciousness. The tears would come; I would that 1 were back again! Scattering visions of Sophomore and Junior years, unreal, intangible, eerily floated past. Drowsily I ruminated over the happy care-free Senior year. Strangely these vagaries seemed to hold me. Ah, yes! It was the balmy spring night of the Junior “From’’—the night of all nights when I walked home with Her after those wonderful dances. My dreams were the fitful dreams of seventeen in love. My sweetheart assumed the exquisite beauty of the Madonna ; she seemed to beckon and call me, tin while her gauzy garments enveloped her like a cloud. HANG! ('HASH! A window fell and a door slammed. The sting of sifting sand on my cheek brought me to consciousness with a start. My brain was whirling and my teeth rattled in time with the vibrations of the storm window. The cold west wind had arrived, blowing only as Hie Cut Hank west wind can. Dull, crass reality! Kmle disturber of my dreams! 1 was, and am, nothing more than staff stenographer for this Annual. My attic chamber is a none too sizeable space behind the scenes of our stage, and my love but the unromantic Smith typewriter. —CLIFFORD COMM FREE, ’22. GDur ifflasait Once, ui on a midnight dreary, I was wrest’ling, weak and weary, Over “math and ‘ ecv and Latin, And a theme for English IN’; Tasks that all my toil resisted, Though I stubbornly insisted And all mental powers enlisted, As I’d often done before; Hut these tasks lay all unmastered, And they mocked me, as of yore— Mocked me, scorned me, nothing more. Quite distinctly, I remember, This was in the cruel December, And the mercury had wandered Below zero forty-four; Every muscle in me shivered, Every nerve within me quivered, While my hair became all silvered With Montana’s frosty hoar; And the bleak wind sighed forlornly. While my feet froze on the floor. Turned to ice and nothing more. As I sat there merely mumbling. Worn-out brain together jumbling Rules and roots and definitions That to me were such a bore; Wearily I then did wonder Why a teacher thus would blunder. Why in all tin name of thunder Did they thus demand we pore Over far too tedious problems, Over books forevermore. When we'd like so much to snore! _ 11IHI1IHHU: Then I heard a genHe rapping! “Ali! I thought, I have been napping!' Hut again there came a tapping, Gently at my study door. “Oh! I thought, “If some enlistanee Will come now and lend assistance, And destroy this grim resistance, I'll he glad forevermore! My great joy will know no limit. Nothing hence can ever dim it ; It will gleam forevermore!” To the door I then did hurry; In there came with flirt and flurry. From the storm and snow and skurry, Ere I slammed again the door, Just a sad and stately owl, Just an ordinary fowl, Of the family called Kaptores Hv the scientific lore, Filtered thus this bird of wisdom; And a cunning look he wore, And his aid to me he bore. He was grim and gaunt and gruesome, Hut I soon found that he knew some, And at one time that he flew some. Still he walked in at my door! He at once was my salvation. Gave to me such inspiration That I soon earned a vacation, And no longer had to pore Over mathematics problems As I did in days of yore, As I’d done so oft before. Morning dawned, but my loved owl, My grey, gaunt, Raptures fowl, While the storm without was raging Lay there frozen on the floor! Lay there stiff and dead and eornful, With his toes turned up so scornful, And his large, round eyes so mournful! “Oh. my owl. 1 thee deplore! Rut from thee I'll not he parted, 1 shall have thee evermore, You shall aid me evermore!” Though the storm was so appalling, And without the snow was falling, My dear owl to Mr. Thelin, Carefully at once I bore. “lie shall through the years rotation Help in Cut Rank’s education, And the longed for graduation; Not again shall we deplore That our school has not a mascot; He shall sit beside the door, On a perch beside the door!” Days no more are ever weary, And the lessons never dreary, Rut all hours are bright and cheery, And no tasks do I deplore; For the owl smiles down in blessing. His bright eyes so round, caressing; And to you I am confessing That when High School days are o'er. And I go from dear old Cut Rank, And life's school lies just before. Sadly I shall leave this door. —M. G. ahc (Open ijigliuiay “The way is open for you 1o become the kind of man you want to be. It matters not who your parents are, or how little you have; ii all depends upon the kind of life you live.” “The way is open. Never in the history of this nation have those words been truer than now. Never have young people had the opportunities for advancement which we have today. There are schools and colleges throughout the whole United States whose sole purpose is to educate the young for useful and successful lives. Here mingle the sons and daughters of the wealthy with the children of the poor, for none are turned away. For all who choose to pay their expenses by work, ways are provided. Be assured the way is open. It is for you,—and you alone,—to take advantage of these opportunities, and to make the most of them. There is no event nor circumstance that can hinder you in reaching your highest goal,—except yourself. You are master of your fate. You are maker of your destiny. “The way is open for you to become the kind of man you want to he.” How do you measure a man? By his success financially, socially, or politically? Or do you rate him successful whose chief aim in life is, not the accumulation of wealth or the achievement of social or political triumphs, but the advancement of the world, and the welfare of his fellow men? True success is not a transient thing. Then, ’tis not by riches that the worth of a man is measured, for—“riches have wings and fly away.” Nor is it fame or glory, for, “the paths of glory lead but to the grave.” 'Tis not position, for position may be wrested from you by some one better qualified. The worth of a man then must be measured by what he achieves, by the works which will live long after he has passed away. The true man is the one who considers others before himself. Let us place our ideals high. “It matters not who your parents are. Whether rich or poor, honored or dishonored, known or unknown,—it matters not. You cannot assume credit or discredit for the deeds of vour parents, for you were in no way the cause of those deeds. Booker T. Washington was tin son of a negro slave. Yet he became the most famous man of his race, one of the greatest men of his age, a benefactor of humanity, a truly successful “It matters not how little you have. Abraham Lincoln was horn in a log cabin, reared in poverty, and never was rich in this world's goods. Vet he became one of the greatest men of all time. Perhaps but one greater man ever lived,—the lowly Xazarene. Whatever your ideal is, within yourself lies the power to transform yourself into that ideal. God has not limited you. He has not given to a few talents, genius, power, and said to the great multitude, He thou content to be servants, slaves, mediocre men and women.” Within your soul God has placed powers and talents unlimited, only awaiting development, by whose development you can transform yourself into your highest ideal. Create within yourself, then, a definite ideal of what you wish to be. Make that ideal lofty, pure and grand. Keep that ideal ever before yourself until attained. Relieve and know that you will some day attain, that you can become what you will to become. You can become whatever you will to be. The opportunities for growth are all about you, waiting to be welded into your life. All depends upon the kind of life you live.” “Within thyself some dormant seedling lies. Just waiting for the tillage of thy will To aid its growth, from which some day may rise A harvest worthy of the meter's skill. Within thyself there lies some latent power, As potent as has ever come to light; Rut which awaits the coming of the hour. When thou shalt set it free before man's sight. Where is the Scotchman who doesn’t love the thistle? Where is the Englishman who doesn’t love the rose? Where is the true-hearted son of old Gut Rank Who doesn’t love the Owl, for he trusts us and he knows? —OTHELIA BACH, ’23. M. S- (Fhr tufantB (JDbliijattmt In JFrUnut rlumlmatrn Fellow Schoolmates: It is indeed a pleasure to be permitted to address you, the Student Hody of the Cut Hank High School. I, as a member of this school, know that you are industrious and progressive, and desire to improve your advantages to the largest possible extent. Let me bring to your consideration a matter which impresses me as very important. Von are all aware of one’s responsibility to one’s fellow students, but you may not have thought of it in the light of its real importance; that of uniting the students in common aspirations and producing a harmonious effect in school activities. The officers, it seems to me, have a very great responsibility. In order to have gained their offices they have inspired the trust and confidence of their classmates who have bestowed upon the chosen individuals tin power of conducting the affairs which greatly concern all. Realizing this, the officers should regard their positions as sacred trusts, and so use their authority that they may hold the confidence of those for whom they are working. In his studies, each student should feel his responsibility to the other members of the class. If one student fails to accomplish the work laid out for him, all are delayed. If an average is to be taken of the class as a whole, each student is responsible to the others for his work. Interest, zeal and promptness a re all necessary factors to be observed by the individual pupil who wishes to make his work enlarge, rather than diminish the class average. Your associates are always subject to your influence, as you are to theirs. Your classmates are your closest associates. To make that influence the l« st possible, is the object toward which we should strive. We can accomplish this by diligence, sociability, and companionship. There is an old saying that we are not to blame for the influence we give, but for the influence we do not give. Our caution, in this case, would be to avoid giving harmful influence. In the co-operation which is necessary to put across any project attempted by the whole, it is necessary for each and every person to give his support to the movement b.v working in unity with the others. In school athletics, contests, or campaigns he should show his spirit. Each individual is an important and necessary part of the whole, and even one slacker among them could be a great drawback. When every student realizes his duty and responsibility to his fellow students, much more can In accomplished. I have presented to you my impression of our responsibility to one another. 1 realize that my views may not coincide with yours, but I hope that I have shown you my reasons for believing that each person is responsible for the progress and harmony of the school as a whole. What is a stone? Is it a lifeless object that neither inspires, nor produces, nor grows? ('old, inanimate object, we spurn it from us, if it chances to get i 11 our path. The poets, with their finer sensibilities, found whole sermons in stones. But what sense of appreciation does a commonplace stone awaken in us, the ordinary individuals? On a somber and quiet day, when we wish to get far away from the world with its practical affairs, what a wonderful appeal we can find in the rocks and cliffs along the banks of a peaceful river! There is calm and peace and repose in these silent guardians of the quiet. They, because of their mere in-scrutabiliry and firmness, seem to make us feel in perfect peace and harmony with the world, regardless of any previous disturbed state of mind. For centuries and centuries these same stones have weathered wind, storm and tempest; even time seems to have had little effect upon them. Sturdy and staunch they stand, watching generation after generation pass on, watching empires rise and fall. What a wealth of history and romance they could tell, if they only would! Vet, the while they calm our spirits, they challenge us with their stability and strength. Why cannot we emulate these qualities, making our lives exemplify the steadfastness and serenity of the rocks? We, the ordinary mortals, can be inspired by stones if we will but permit it. What greater lessons could be taught us than to stand firm in life's stormy battles, weathering the wildest gales, and braving the fiercest tempests? GLADYS MILLER, ’23. Atom's JUNE MADISON, '23. jnimjra A sponge, a student f biology once told me, is nothing more than the porous, fibrous framework of a sea animal, its many pores having once been filled with a certain substance. When dry, this skeleton has the power to absorb unlimited quantities of liquid matter. Now a sponge student displays most of these characteristics, differing in but one respect—that the openings in bis bead are not filled until he has absorbed the accumulated knowledge of his classmates. This parasite seldom, if ever, ltothers to work ont an assignment. What’s the use, when he can get what he wants with much less'effort? Is it not a commendable quality to be able to get a thing without paying the price? This human sponge comes to class with all the pores of his mind wide open, and proceeds to absorb the class discussion, thus adding the efforts of others to his store of information. And. does he get by”? After a fashion, yes. If a question is asked him in class, he bluffs, turning in his little remark which is the product of some other’s mental effort. When examination time comes, he gets a grade. To all outward appearances, he does get by.” Hut, we must carry the analogy further. This same biology student also told me that the contents of a sponge evaporated very quickly, .lust like anything else important or worthwhile in life, the subject matter of books, too easily attained, is not worth the effort. Only those things for which we have worked and sacrificed, can be called truly ours. It is absolutely necessary that we pay the price for everything we get; otherwise we have nothing. So, any data acquired which is the result of the exertion of others, is but transient, and will disappear just as water does from a sponge. We may say that this intellectual parasite does no harm. Does he do any good? (’ertainly he will never bring laurels to his school. His example is bad, for, some students, led on by his apparent success, might be induced to adopt tin same course of action. Hut, greater than these, is the fact that this individual, unknowingly, is a parasite upon himself, for he is crushing his individuality, his ability to think for himself, as well as his chance for the future. —CI.IEKORI) COMMEREE, ’22. mien seen uhc iHxrnttim' (Eounril Loretta Chasse, President. June Madison, Vice President. Francis Hilla, Freshman Class President. 1C. P. THIOL I X, SCHOOL SCPIOKI XTKNI MONT Dan Baldwin, Robert Micken, Junior Class President. Secretary. June Hull, Mary E. Sweeley, Treasurer. Yell Leadei-. Eva Hayes, Lucille Peterson, Sophomore Class President. Business Manager Live Wire. The Public School is the nursery of patriotism. Its best fruits are true Americans, and its crowning glory the making of loyal and intelligent citizens. A. X. Whitmarsh. 3 Published semi-monthly by t lie Associated Students of the Chit Hank High School, Cut Hank, Montana. ahf ICtbrartj £ taff “Hooks! Books! Books! And we thank Thee, God, for the deep in them, For the rhythmic swing; and sweep of them; For the urge in them and the surge in them. For the souls they wake and the paths they break; For the DO in them and the true in them. For the blue skies they bring to us And the new stars they strew to us! ) limtor snufonta Lucille Peterson Pnm-'irr M iciviov ’24 Raluii Micken ... ’25 ........’23 Pearl Kessler..........’24 Francis Hilla..........’25 Pauline Xeraal ........'25 “If vou think von are beaten, you are; % • If vou think von dare not, you don’t. « • 7 % If vou like to win, but vou think vou can't, • 7 t %f It is almost certain you won’t. Life’s battles don’t always go To the stronger or faster man ; Hut soon or later the man who wins Is the man who thinks he can.” dirlfi Athlrtir ABBonatinn The Girls' Athletic Association for the school year of P.I21-’l!‘2 was organized on September P.Mli with Miss Rio, coach; Loretta Ghasse, president; dune Madison, vice president; and Marvel Berger, secretary. The girls of the basketball team played during the season a series of nine games, winning four for the Purple and Gold. The Association appreciates the hearty support and operation given it by every individual of Gut Bank High. co- Inins’ Athlrttr Aaaonatunt Soon after school opened in the fall the Hoys' Athletic Association organized with Theodore Halverson as coach; Clifford (’otnineree, president; Walter Halvorson, vice president; Edward Seal, secretary-treasurer; and Irving Jacobson, sergeant-at-arms. The basketball season opened November lltli. and closed March 3rd. During this time our boys played a schedule of twelve games winning six for our old Digit. With the coming of warmer weather the boys under the guidance of ('oacli Halvorson began to take tin interest in out ■il (Girls’ iBaakrtball Marvel Hekoer Sill) And here is a “sub” for the game. She’s destined some day to win fame In some country afar As a basket ball star. She’s a Marvel, for that is her name. (iRACE 11 KSSI.KU (I mini This is Gracie, a wonderful guard I tell you she’s learned to play hard. The enemy’s team Always feels very mean That Gracie their baskets retards. •Ji nk Hull Captain mill - nmp-inij Venter This is June so lanky and tall; She leaps like a flea for the ball, Brings it down with a crash, Sends it off in a flash, While Shelby for “Mama” does call. 10va Hayes For ini ril And Eva so small and so flip Is renowned for her quickness of wit; She shakes her bobbed head, Then grins, and ’tis said Through the basket that ball will then slip. Loretta (’masse (I mini And “Frenchy” is Cut Bank’s hard hitter; She goes into the game with a titter, Ends up in a fight, Which indeed is a fright; Our opponents go out on a litter! fBmfs’ (Baskrthall ('umtitit ('o. i mKitKK Guard Small, but slippery and clean. The cleverest man on the team. His eyes are so bright, And he shows so much fight, The girls say, “O, what a dream!” Tiikodokk Hai.voijson ('oath Nine rahs and a tiger for “Ted”, A number one coach, it is said; He demands we be square, And always play fair. (’Tis rumored he soon will be wed). Iitvixc .J.vcoitsnx Fortran! “Jakey” ’s a jolly, good sport; Ginger and pep are his forte. He goes out to win, And fights like all sin. He’s a boy of the combative sort. Daunt the Marias 11 Where the calm Marias River, 'Neath the blue Montana skies, Slowly flows along forever, While the south wind gently sighs, There the wavelets softly murmur; Listen, and these words you'll hear; “Hear old Cut Bank High. And the rocks beside the river, Cold and lifeless though they seem, Are at heart both warm and tender; Still and silent there they dream, While the years pass by unnoticed. This the substance of their dream: “Dear old Cut Bank High. Comes the twilight, as it lowers There's a whisper in the air. And the breezes from the tree-tops Waft the message everywhere. And the cliffs so brown and rugged Echo back the soft refrain: “Dear old Cut Bank High.” —OTHELIA BACH, ’23. % Srpartmruts nf Art anil Hmrir Tin Departments of AM and .Music of the Cut (tank High School were added in the fall of ‘HI, the School Hoard having heen persuaded by Superintendent Tlielin that these departments were essential for training Cut Hank's voting people in it finer appreciation of tin aesthetic and for making our school a great factor in cultivating the artistic tone of the community. These departments have been under the control of Miss Adah Funnel whose marked talent and highly cultivated sense of the beautiful proclaim her both tin artist and a musician of ability. In the Art Department straight line work, charcoal outlining, light and dark shading in charcoal, fruit and plant studies in colored chalk, water color study of flowers, pictures in chalk and water colors, marine scenes and landscapes, and outdoor sketching,—all have heen done with highest credit to both student and instructor. 1‘nder Miss Funnel's instruction the students have had opportunity for musical training in solo work, chorus and orchestra, and though this has been their first opport unity for such training, both they and tlu public have been delighted at the remarkable advancement they have made. The (Jills' dice Club, numbering about thirty-seven members, has learned many new songs in two and three part harmony. Some of them are: “Stars Are Hrightly Shining,” “To a Wild Hose,” “Flying Clouds.” “The Sandman.” “Kockaby,” and “The Sleighbell Song. During the year this club has furnished music on several special occasions, winning enthusiastic applause. When Miss Funnel asked for volunteers to form a Hoys' Diet Club, twenty-two responded to be trained in the appreciation of good music and to be developed in the power of musical expression. Some of the songs learned during tlu year are: “Making tlu Team, “Here's a Health to Von, Old High, “Motherland. “Heautiful Hells, and “Over the Dark Him Sea. A Male Quartette also was formed early in the season, and has done excellent work throughout the year. Miss Funnel has been exceptionally successful in forming an Orchestra and in bringing if to a high standard. This organization, consisting of sixteen pieces, makes a special study of standard compositions, and, after careful preparation pro sents them in concert. At Christmas time the Music Department rendered a most Girls’ Glee Club beautiful Cantata, “Entertaining Santa Claus.” The Girls’ Glee Club, the Orchestra, dainty fairies, cunning brownies, mischievous Jack Frost, and old Santa himself had conspired together to give the audience an intensely delightful time. A second splendid musical program was given by the Orchestra on the eve of February 6th in lieu of tin Lyceum number when Sam Gratlnvell, the expected orator, failed to appear. This program elicited the warmest approval from Cut Hank High’s many friends. The Orchestra again rendered exquisite selections between acts of the Fresh man-Junior play, “Nothing but the Truth, given on the evening of April 21st. Perhaps but few who entered this department did so with a future professional career in view—and this was well. Instead, they go forth with a more perfect vision of the possible beauties in life—go forth to make happier and more refined homes, and to encourage those things which make for nobler men and finer women. May our Art and Music Departments continue and grow stronger and stronger, for the value of the beautiful to the individual and to the community cannot be overestimated. Time wrecks the proudest piles we raise, The towers, the domes, the temples fall; The fortress crumbles and decays, One breath of song outlasts them all,” The Oii iikstka IIIIIIIIIITTtf. Ablm att of (Dlb 3iapaa “Abbu San of Old Japan was given on the evening of February 24, at (lie high school auditorium. .Miss M. E. Sweele.v, coach, is worthy of much credit for its presentation. The setting of the play is in Japan. Abbu San is the Princess, only daughter of the Emperor. She is greatly loved by all except a distant relative, Yu (liri. who is jealous of the Princess' popularity. From a misunderstanding. Yu-Giri hears of the engagement of her betrothed to Abbu San. Her mother, the Duchess Fuji-Xo, determines to rid her daughter of the Princess, who is about to visit the hill country to attend the chrystanthemum fete. Abbu San and her maids, dressed as peasants, compete with the village maidens for the honor of being chosen queen of chrysanthemums. Yu-Giri retains her court garments, considering it “beneath her dignity to masquerade. Olmno, a convict woman, at the instigation of Fuji-Xo, abducts Lady Yu-Giri, mistaking her for the Princess. The Duchess learns that the Baron I to is faithful to her daughter, and hurries to the hill country. But she is too late to stop Olmno, the convict woman. Lady Yu-Giri is eventually restored by a porter woman, who is awarded the honor of Queen of the fete. -:i wmsvx.rvri i, V I V Abbu San Duchess Fuji-No () Matsuka Sau () Iviku Sau.. Lady Yu-Giri Obano........ Fiui )kuku .Loretta Chasse ...June Madison Barbara Ragland ........June Hull Xatsu-Xo .. Sada Vasa Miss Henrietta Dash Aunt Paradise Lucille Peterson .Marvel Berger .Eva Hayes Marvel Berger .Gladys Jorgenson Adele Whetstone .Evelyn Dewing ..Evelyn Anderson Ltuirinda Kaufman CHORES Eva Oliasse Alice Mohondro Alice Hilla Helen Xovak 3JuutorH-Jfrr«hmptt NnthUuj litt thr ®rutV A Farcical Comedy in Three Acts the stage by .James Montgomery, from the novel by the same name by Frederick S. Isham Adapted to lJrr«riitrd uithrr thr dirrrtunt � f ifliss fflarij t. (Suin'! iSigh rhuul Auditorium Jfridag turning, Agril 21. 1922 (Curtain at 9:110 Program Act I. Time: Present, Place Scene: Interior of a broker’s office in one of the principal up- town New' York hotels. Bob Bennett, who believes that “a business man can get along just as well by telling the absolute truth” is challenged by the other members of the firm. He boldly bets $10,000.00 that he can do it. Act II. Scene: Parlor in summer home of E. M. Ralston. In which Trouble works overtime, and reputations that have been unblemished, are smirched, and situations that are absurd and complications almost knotted pile up. all credited to Truth. Act III. Scene: Sane as Act II. In which the minutes seem like years, the Bishop proves himself master of financial technicalities, and Bob wins his bet, and Gwen. CCaat nf (fharartrrs Bob Bennett Who beta $10,000.00 that he can tell the absolute truth E. M. Ralston Who beta it can't he done. Richard Donnelly Who is in on the bet. Clarence Van Dusen Who won't be left out of the bet. Bishop Doran Who turns the tables on Van Dusen. Gwendoline Ralston .................. Who thinks Bob the smartest member of the firm. Mrs. E. M. Ralston ............ The bewildered wife of E. M. Ethel Clark Who has her feelings hurt. Mabel Jackson Who almost convinces Mrs. Ralston. Sabel Jackson Who urges Mabel on. Martha Of whom Bob begs a place to hide. Idolph Milsten for twenty-four hours. ....... Dan Baldwin Robert Micken Francis Hilla Lester Bush Fern Jackson Beatrice Van Ormer Isabel Meade June Madison Kathryn Downen Barbara Ragland a Si f AU-of-a- uDitftt All-of-a-Sudden Leggy, a comedy by Ernest Denny, was staged by the Senior t'lass, under tlie direction of Miss Swee-ley, during Commencement week. THE CAST Anthony, Lord Crackenthorpe...............Irving Jacobson The Hon. Jimmy Kep| l................. Theodore Halvorson Major Archie I’hipps..................... Harvey Halvorson Jack Merzies.......................... Clifford Commerce Lucas ......................................Idolph Milsten Udy Crackenthorpe .......................... Evelyn Ransom The Hon. Millicent Kep|� el................Evelyn Anderson The. Hon. Mrs. Colquhorn.....................Mary Sweeley Mrs. O’Mara................................ Marie Holdien I’eggy .....................................Loretta Chasse iRrmimarrnrpH Sept. .—Back from the ranches and parks, stores and railroads came the jolly, enthusiastic Cut Bank High students, happy to meet one another again, happy to greet the instructors who reniaine I, happy to form the acquaintances of the new teachers, happy to begin another long, enjoyable year,— a year brimful of lessons, parties, plays, programs, athletic sports, and all the things that make school days the most en joyable of life. Sept. 0.—On this memorable date the Faculty displayed their various oratorical abilities. Net, they didn't “kid us! Sept. Hi.—The wise Seniors in twenty minutes explained to the Freshmen the deep mysteries and wonders of the various school organizations. Sept. 27.—Lyceum ticket selling campaign starts. Let's go! Sept. .'{II.—Tragic and eventful day! lias the Freshman president been kidnapped? Ask the Seniors! A party! Heap big time! Oct. .“ .—Hurrah! Sophomores and Freshmen won the Lyceum ticket selling contest! They have a sudden brilliant inspiration! A celebration! A party! And we all enjoyed it. Oct. 7.—The first Lyceum number! And a dance! Oct. 14. — And on this date the august Fpperclassmen tailored diligently mashing potatoes, creaming chicken, baking parker house rolls and gold cake, and concocting purple sherbet, with which to reward the peppy Sophs and Frosh for their signal Lyceum victory. Both hosts and guests will long remember that banquet and the amusements that followed. Nov. 11.—Armistice Hay! Mr. Armstrong and Dr. Millet te, ex-service men, made us appreciate the real meaning of Armistice. Nov. Ill—A big Thanksgiving Spread by the Home Economics Class! Sugar and spice and all things nice! Dec. 21.—A sleighing party! And the stars shone, the snow glittered, the horses pranced, the bells jingled, the girls laughed, the boys sang, and they all ate hot soup in the Home Economics kitchen! Then dance, dance, away! Dec. 22.- Honored by a visit from Kriss Kringle, his fairies and brownies. Sweet strains of music float through the air. Jan. 11.—Lyceum again. And dance afterwards! Jan. 12.—Whereupon the Juniors attempt to train ns in musical appreciation ! Ouch! Le go! Jan. 20.—Frog-Toad Hop. Are the Lower Classmen real sports? We think so. The Fpper classmen and Junior High assembled at the C. B. H. S. Swimming Pool to play with the tadpoles for the evening. The program was as follows: flopping to Toadville. Frogs and Toads. Three Toads Deep. Frog Hop. Train to Frog Hollow. fraud Frog and Toad Promenade. Refreshments. Frog and Toad Hop. Felt. —A rousing rally by Hit Owl Staff! Remarks full of spirit and to the point wore made by each member of the Staff. Interspersed wen original and enthusiastically applauded songs. The results far exceeded expectations. The students responded 1(10 per cent to the plea: Have you a hundred cents? Dough it up! rough it up! Have you a hundred cents? Dough it up! Dough it up! If you haven't any sense, your coughing don’t commence; If you have, come through like gents! ’ough it up, up, up! The Faculty were so deeply affected and impressed that they purchased six and seven Annuals each! Feh. 6.—Mr. Samuel (Jrathwell failed to “Del by his Hoodoo.” Therefore the Orchestra entertained the Dut Hankers, pleasing them so well that they contributed the price of the Lyceum number, $73.00 to THE OWL. Our exuberance found an outlet in the dance which followed. March 3.—Abbu San play! H. A. A. give the big dance of the season. “Lon .o” takes the cake, Joe I'pham the kewpie! March (i.—A fancy hot luncheon by the frisky Frosh band! Spud salad, baked beans and everything grand! Results, 935.00 net! March 22.—A wenie roast of the Seniors, by the Seniors, for the Seniors, at Tramps’ Canyon. A delightful evening filled with mirth and song,—then home again, glad to be students of dear old Dut Hank High. March 31.—“Rooms to Let” by the Seniors. Twenty minutes of fun for (’. M. H. S. people. April 1.—The remainder of “Reminiscences we trust to your excellent memories, for today we go to press. — MARIE HOLDREN, ’22. May I print a kiss on your lips?’’ he said, She granted a sweet permission— Silently, one by one, In the infinite notebooks of teachers, Blossom the little zeros, The forget-me-nots of the Freshmen. Miss Sweeley—“What figure of speech is, ‘I love my teacher?' ” He—“Wouldn’t you like a nice poodle dog?” She—“Now that is the third time you’ve proposed!” Mr. Tlielin—“How would you like to take a nice long walk” Miss Kio—“O, I’d just love to!” Mr. Tlielin—“Well, don’t let me detain you.” Paul II.—“Does she powder? Clifford— Well, I was out with her last night, and I didn't pack any flour sacks, hut look at my coat. Fpperclassman— Sarcasm.' Swede—“How long can you live without brains? Eddie—“I don't know. How old are you? .Miss Funnel—“What is meant bv pitch, Harold? Think hard.” Harold—“I can't think. It hurts me.” Miss Funnel—“Did you ever try it?” Harold—“Yes, and my growth was stunted for a year.” Young Lady Visitor—“Mr. Tlielin, what is the strange odor in this room? Is this the chemical laboratory? Mr. Tlielin—“No, my dear young lady, this is the Latin class room.” Young Lady—“Of course! How stupid of me! I always knew that Latin was a dead language.” Ignorant Frosh—“ ). what's this queer looking thing with about a million legs? Wise Biology Student—“That's a millennium. It's something like a centennial, only it has more legs. Francis H.—“Pardon me for mentioning it, June, you’re showing a good deal of one of your ears.” hut The Home of Quality Printing Plates CAPITAL $20,000.00 SURPLUS $5,000.00 This Bank Is Equipped to Handle Your Banking Business We are here to serve the people of Cut Bank and Glacier ! County in every way consistent with sound and conserva- ! tive banking principles. Open a Checking Account We issue Time Certificates of Deposit for six or twelve months, bearing interest at the rate of 4', and 5% respectively. Safe Deposit Boxes for Rent WEST COAST ENGRAVING CO. COMMONWEALTH BLDG. PORTLAND, ORE. GLACIER COUNTY STATE BANK CUT BANK, MONTANA E C. CLAPPER GARAGE Half Block South Main Square CUT BANK, MONTANA Drury The store that gives Quality and Service at a reasonable price. Ford Cars and Trucks Fordson Tractors REAL GARAGE SERVICE CUT BANK, MONTANA Phone 74 Phone 11 IE WISH to express our thanks for the patronage given us by the Cut Bank Schools. lIONEER LUMBER COMPANY LUMBER, HARDWARE FARM MACHINERY PAINTS AND OILS Electric Theatre Cut Bank, Montana CUT BANK, MONTANA (fhiijifl mb (Hrankn “Sir,” said Irving, respectfully, “I am poor and you ait a millionaire. It seems presumptuous on my part to aspire to the hand of your daughter. Hut my love for her is so great that I cannot he stopjied by such considerations. Love scorns conventions and considerations. Oh, sir, will you give her to me? The old magnate seemed interested. Hut which of my four daughters do you want?” he asked not unkindly. Eagerly Irving replied, (), I’ll leave that to you.” .Miss Good (explaining the theory of complete renewal of the body every seven years}— Thus, Miss Evelyn R., in seven years you will no longer be Miss Evelyn.” Evelyn (casting down her eyes demurely)— I sincerely hope not.” ---------- Loretta— So many men marry for money! You wouldn’t marry me for money, would you, Jakie?” Jakie (absently)—‘“No, I wouldn't marry you for till the money in the world.” (And he was amazed when she exclaimed, ), you horrid, horrid thing!”) ---------- PERSONAL! If the gentleman who keeps the shoe store with a red head will return the umbrella of the young lady with whalebone ribs and an ivory handle to the slateroofed grocer's store, he will hear something to his advantage, as the same is the gift of a deceased mother, now no more, with the name engraved upon it. ---------- Empire— Foul!” Witty Soph— Where are the feathers?” Empire— This is a picked team.” Some folks can’t mind their business! The reason is you'll find, They either have no business, Or else they have no mind. Weary Frosh— I'm doing my best to get ahead.” Wise Senior— Heaven knows you need one.” Harvey— What was it Shakespeare said about women?” Idolph— Xaw, Sherman said that about war.” Miss Sweeley— I told you to write a poem. What do these unwritten papers mean?” George—“Blank verse.” Soph— Have von a minute to spare?” Frosh—“Yes.”' Soph—“Tell me all you know.” CUT BANK ELECTRIC LIGHT POWER COMPANY S. 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JACK IZUMI, Prop, Nufca attii Ufarkfi Evelyn A.—‘‘Ernest put liis aim around me three times last night.” Marie—“‘Some arm!” Robert—“Was vour heart in vonr month when von pn posed?” Swede—“Ves, but I still had sense enough left to tell he it was in her keeping.” Miss Good—“Your answer is as clear as mud.” Orville—“Well, that covers the ground, doesn't it Miss Sweeley—1“What is the meaning of trickling?” Kathryn I).—“Running slowly.” Miss Sweeley—“And what is the meaning of anecdote? ’ Kathryn—“A funny tale.” Miss Sweeley—“Correct! Now give me a sentence using both words. Kathryn—“A dog trickled down the street with a tin can tied to his anecdote.” Bobbed hair isn't so bad, by heck. For now I can see my gil lie's neck. Rolled socks are not so had, by gee, For now I can see my girlie's knee. FOR ROYS ONLY ((Read backwardst—Didn't you if girl a be wouldn't you, it read would you knew we. Ralph--“Where do fleas go in winter?” (’lifford—“Search me. Mr. IMowman:—“1 say, Eddie, what are you doing back there? Learning anything?” Eddie—“No sir, I'm listening to you.” Irving (bristling dangerously}—“Did you call me a liar?” Idolph—“Not at all. I merely remarked tin sinuosity of your ultimate conclusion was due to a superficial succedaneum for the veracious reality. Have a camel? ’ Peterson’s i DELRE Meat Market I BROTHERS ‘The Store That Quality Built.” Dealer in Fresh Meat and Eggs Dealers in Baked Goods Fancy Groceries, and Confectionery BACON, HAM and LARD FISH AND OYSTERS IN SEASON CUT BANK, MONTANA Cut Bank U. S. hand Drug Co. laundry KAY KIMMA, Proprietor Prescriptions Carefully Compounded Cleaning and Pressing KODAKS AND FILMS YUNCK FISK Phone 3 CUT BANK, MONTANA PHONE 30 CUT BANK, MONTANA .Miss Good— What do you know of tin age of I'.lizabeth, Jeorge?” George (dreamily) “•She'll Ik fourteen next week.” “You love my datighler?’ said the old man. “Love her! he exclaimed, passionately. Why, I would die for her! For one soft glance from those sweet eyes I would hurl myself from yonder cliff and perish—a bruised mass upon the rocks, two hundred feet below!’ The old man shook his head. “I'm something of a liar myself, he said, ““and one’s enough for a small family like mine.” l’upil—‘ I’m indebted to you for all I know.’’ Teacher “Don’t mention it; it’s a mere trifle.' Visitor (to student i—“And how many pupils study in this assembly room? Student—“ ), 1 should say roughly, about a tenth of them. Mr Tlielin—“What do you know about (Jzecho-Sh va '':l’ Miss Othelia? Othelia—““It’s hard to saw ('lifford—“I dreamed last night that I proposed to n u‘;UI tiful girl. Heat rice •• mv, and what did I say? I stole a kiss the other night, My conscience hurts alack! I think I'll have to go tonight And put the old thing back! Andrew—“I w ish to ask a (piestion about a tragedy-Miss Sweeley—‘“Yes. Andrew—‘“What’s mv grade? French may be charming, And Dutch pretty swell, Hut Greek is outrageous, And Latin is—very hard. I- Oil, this dear old High School Annual In the fiituie years to he, ll will he a sweet memento Of these happy days so free; It will bind the charm that lingers Hound life's morn fore'er to me; And all the gold in all the world Oould not buy this book from me! For it's mine, mine, mine, For it's mine, mine, mine! How the faces on its pages Will my heart fore'er enshrine! When old age comes creeping o'er me It will tell me youth's fair storx . Hook of mine, book of mine, Hook of mine, mine, mine! —M. G