Dawson County High School - Dawsonian Yearbook (Glendive, MT)

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L -- 49' DAWSONIAN am -- .- L. .1 4-.. - 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 ... , ,L .. .L 4. .-. -Q 1 -4 .4 AN ODE TO MY SAXAPHONE One day as I sat brooding 0'er my Latin book, alone, To me the world seemed grewsome, So I seized my saxaphone. And from its depth I blew a note, Oh such a blast as rent the air! It sounded like the crack of doom l'1'u my dog fled in despair. But other tones I then blew forth, For rightly did the poet say, Music- hath charms to soothe the savage: Soften a rock or split a cabbage. My dog returned in glad surprise, And gladly rushing to my side, And looked at me through grateful eyes, Said plainly :- The poet hath not lied. The hours I've spent with thee, dear sax- Are as a blessing to my neighbors. They say they never feel alone: My Saxaphone! My Saxaphone! -Billy Lowe V r i 4 4 4 P 4 r 4 i Q., -. 444 54 44 pn 44 4 4 A gi ,Ii X 4 94 Qi X. A 4 , 4 4 4 4 - 4 Page 96

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- ' DAWSDNIAN , -PN-l 17 4 FUTURE AGENTS Whence come those lads with serious faces, And maidens with their hearts a flutter? One has a book: or knifeg some laces, And one, mayhap, some peanut butter, A box of candy in a hand that trembles with A job this is that takes some sand As well as days of preparation. Who are they? Why the cake of soap? And the box of borax-Twenty-Mule team? The chewing gum, the coil of rope, Fruit Pectin, and yeast foam supreme? The jello-powder, liquid glue, Some Dyanshine for shoe or boot? Tooth paste, some Old Dutch Cleanser, too? And other things of wide repute. Who are they? Well, you'd never guess In all your life, l'll give the tip They come from our own D. U. H. S., Miss 0swald's class in Salesmanship. They spend some sleepless nights, methinks, They eudgel their poor brains for hours, With speeches that would rouse a spinx, Then on their classmates try their powers. Then all puffed up with confidence, They seek our merchants with their wares, Are they not taught some recompense Will surely come to him who dares? Right to his place of business then, They seek him out-he has no chance. He can't compete-this denizen, With all their practical eloquence. Now what with agents at all hours 'Till we cry in desperation, They-ve trained our children, Holy Powers! To add to our vexation! Now when this class, to our dismay Will with their goods attend us, We'lI just hold up our hands and say, Now may the Lord defend us! ' anticipation 3 By Enid Jones l l Page 95

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' A :nxws m my -- l .iv L. .dn 1, - -. L DAWSON'S BAND When the football games are raging And our hearts are full of fear We can hear our great band playing Then we all begln to cheer. When the football season closes And when basketball begins Then the hand again proposes To cheer while Dawson wins. --Lols Gaynor PRACTICING Half a note, half a no Half a note upward, All on the keyboard, Stroll the ten fingers, Ifp with one hand, Down with the other, All on the keyboard, Stroll the ten fingers. te, MY CORNET You ought to see our Glendive band- Oh, boy! they're surely some class With uniforms of navy blue And horns of shiny brass. They march in perfect line and step And ne'er a wrong note blow. First prize ls what they always win No matter where they go. To make that band I do deslre And practice night and day Upon an old cornet we have That grandpa used to play. -Pauline Baggs ,.-.,-.-.,,-r.- ll ,,,, ,,,,, 'asf-Tefkf?-zf '3?f'-'-3?-3e,'e,' ' 2g!Q!Q o -f.v-. ,. ' Page 9 7