Fergus County High School - Fergus Yearbook (Lewistown, MT)

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THE FERGUS ist: Pauline Crego, accompanist, and Lu- cille Matthews, reader. This number promises to be a most enjoyable one. Miss Margaret Blackford, of Chicago, has taken over the Lucille establish- ments thruout the world. Miss Hazel Sorenson is now making a tour of the United States giving street lectures on TAHOW to Make Yourself Heard. She is assisted in this work by Mis: Nellie Ensley. Rey. Dudley Gibson, minister in the Mormon Temple of Salt Lake, just es- caped an electrical shock while break- fasting' in his home one day last week. In eating a bun, he ran across a currant, but the bun was removed before any seri- ous injury resulted. In a recent court report we read that May ,lobe has sued the Gregg School for recovery of her typewriter, which she al- leges was willed to it because of undue pressure exerted by one of their agents, Attorney Cove for the plaintiff. Mr. Hovet is now business manager of The Photoplay Publishing Co. W. Floolc, Ph. D., professor of physics in Princeton, is working out a new theory regarding electricity, which is pronounced the greatest the world has ever known. Miss Helen Shannon, ad. solicitor for the Grass Range Daily, paid us a busi- ness call. Allen, the Whistler, has just trans- ferred his contract with the Victor to the Edison Co. Ruth Royce, New Yorlcqs dancing fa- vroite, has insured each foot for 55000. The Imperial Beauty Parlors at Ju- dith Gap are now under the supervision of Mademoiselle Helene Campe. The Lady Ruby, of Greten Court, has given her estate in England as a home for French orphans. Miss Lydia Van flyning is now in Washington trying to convince the Presi- dent that the war will never end. A circular advertising a home for the sorely disappointed in love, has just reached our office. We notice that Miss Ruth Moore is the dean of the institu- tion. We recommend to our readers the edi- torial page of the March Homely Ladies' Journal, edited by Miss Lucretia Apple.

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4, . - ' , Qt the Bunn Wesre a jolly bunch of girls At the dorm, And we wear our hair in curls At the dorm, Up on rags it is at night, Then we comb with all our might., And we sometimes loolc a sight At the dorm. when we hear the rising hell At the dorm, How we yawn we'll never tell At the dorm, But at evening, it is said., We can't he coaxed to go to hed., Yet no lessons have we read At the dorm. Yes, we have a few who work At the dorm, Who have never learned to shirlc At the dorm, While they druclge the hours away Most of us just laugh and play, And some of us will Hunk, they say Ar the dorm.