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

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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

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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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-- V DAWSONIAN . D. C. H. S. A schoole ther was, the D. C. H. S. by name, Full of Freshmen, very new and greene, And Sophomores, so very uppish stucke, And Juniors, given all the lucke, And Seniors, so sophisticated Upon whose nerves ye under-classmen grated. It had a very good foot-ball teame That made a dozen touchdowns every game. The faculty it was stern and gruffe But all the same it knew its stuffe. FACULTY RUBBER STAMPS Miss Emerson- -and so forth and such. Miss Ekberg- Long, that's me. Miss Bosworth- Now don't act like a child. Miss Myers- As 1 said before. Miss Reece- Now Gur-r-r-r-r-mls! Miss Farrell- Gosh. Miss Uswald- Oh, say ! Miss Elton- We all understand. don't we? Miss Hutchings- Oh, heck! Miss Williams- You c-an just report to the office. Mr. Olson- Let's have it quiet. Mr. Parrigo-- All right, see you up in the attic. Mr. Barrett- Well-a-let me see. Mr. Aitf'hiS0ll-'WVTIGII I was havk in Sleepy Eye- n THE EXAMINATION And onne a Fridays in Historeye Them that slepen in the class with open eye Came to wroten an examination, And eaeh of them felt domb as stone. Who was the student, but if his paper were So that he eoulde read and na need stare. Of mortalle hattales this was not the firste, And nathless will it prove to be the worste. Eek them that flunk will feele tough, I guesseg And looke worse, as they were leyd in presse. -Wilbur Kidder ii I X Page 98