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

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. - 49 ., s- WS - - - Q - MISS HENNIGAR You ask me a favor Which is very hard to do, to write about a lady So worthy fine, and true. To know her is to love her And to wish to know her more, And to be numbered in her list of friends, Of which she has a score. With all her crowding duties Giving lessons all the while, Yet she never seems too busy To greet you with a smile. We come from High or Grade schools U11 some instrument to invest. We like our music also, But we like our teacher best. God gave her gifts and talents, Which she never strives to hide, But with kindly, noble patience To others they're applied. With untirlng self-devotion Ot her time and pleasures too, She lives for those about her And the good that she can do. -Gladys Stafford. ' 'X' v - v Q wr v v v Page 91

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--l DAWN ONIAN ?4-5.93 L-be - THE CLASS OF TWENTY-NINE The Senior class of twenty-nine, with battle-flag unfurled Prepare to join the legions in the struggle 'gainst the world In wresting from its selfish hands, The bread wherewith to feed its bands. In the minds of this brave Senior class Their battle-guns will clear the passg For Learning is their cannon-ball, And Knowledge climbs o'cr cliff and wall. By this they know, that day by day Whatever be the price they pay, Whoever from their hosts are lost, The victory will repay the cost. Icyle Rich ZX v Page 90

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DAWS ON IAN . 2'--.2:..2'w fX...a. 'K 4 A, ,I F 7 fx A TALE Man works from sun to sun. The won1an's work is never done. The play cast and our play coach too, Find labor in the things they do. - Practice! Practice! Come tonite. Uan't be here? Oh! That's all rightg Seven-fifteen: now d0n't be late. Your other dates will have to wait. All's not well, the hour is near. Wherein the actors do appear. The painting scene and dressing too, Produce a most exciting hue. We'll sure be late. Why, where is Hugh? liis absence now will never do. We burn up all the wlres in town Trying to run that actor down. Five minutes pass. We can't divine Where he could be. Must be on time. Public CH1l't be satisfied lf time and place be laid aside. Great tension now. The minutes flee. The crowd is here. Where can he be? What will our public think of us? Put on a play. Yet, actorless? Why! Bless my soul! Our coach IS smart While playing well her ruthless art. Beneath a gob of slimy goo We find our most desired HUGH. The Play's all right: we dont mind that It's gettin? ready-that's the part. It's over now though. Act and Play. Remember, there's another day. Charles Haggerty Page 92