Glasgow High School - Hootman Yearbook (Glasgow, MT)

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' ' n i - v! ' - fmmwjMt MY HOBBY Everyone has something to do in this world. Some of the things are not so enjoyable as others. To me the thing 1 like to do best is to go out and really learn to know Mother Nature. Not only to know her when she is dressed in her beautiful gown of spring but to see her in all her different moods. We humans are much like Mother Nature. There is the spring that comes to everyone. It is the happy, beautiful time of life, a sort of an awakening. The summer is still a lovely time when all nature is at the height of her glory. To all there is a time when we feel we, too, are at the height of our glory. Then comes autumn, which may be likened to the later years of our life. One can then stop to think that all the things of this life have to end, just as the beauti- ful green things of nature all die with the first frost of winter. Mortal men die and leave the tree of life just as the little leaves that came to life in the spring fall off in the winter. Our nature is much like the nature of this world. There are times when we are more or less gloomy and sad, when our life is dark and stormy. What pic- ture is better suited to show this mood than a dark, stormy night? The wind howls, the rain beats on the window, and the night is very troubled. Then comes the dawn. It is a beautiful sunshiny morning. All the sadness and trouble have passed. In such a happy mood it is hard to remember that there are troubles in this world. One has to think that this is nature ' s way of helping us through our cares. I hope that my favorite hobby will always be to be able to enjoy the out- door life. — F. S. ' 30. A SENIOR ' S SOLILOQUY To flunk or not to flunk, that is the question, Whether ' tis nobler in the mind to suffer The long assignments and outrageous studies. Or to take arms against a sea of lessons And by thus opposing them, end them. We stop; we sleep; no more we burn the midnight oil in futile working, But in the flurry and the thousand natural shocks That come when graduation day is near, And the class of ' 29 has reached the crossing, We find that some are lost along the way. We slept; perchance we dreamed; ay, there ' s the rub; For in that sleep w e lost what dreams we had Of ever shuffling off the stage below. Free at last from all the weary lessons we have learned. — E. H. 29. — 29-

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■ ' ' ■ ' i ■■■■■■■■■•■ ' ' father, while a member of General Sully ' s troops, was killed at Fort Rice near Mandan, North Dakota, in 1863. The early visitors to our section knew only the streams and valleys, so did not know of the possibility of farming in the so-called benches lying in the valleys. Following the trappers and the hunters of bu ffalo, were the big cattle out- fits who ranged immense herds of cattle in Northern Montana — then the com- ing of the railroad with its development of small sidings, of which Glasgow was established in I 888 with four tent saloons and one restaurant. It is even reported that as late as the nineties, a herd of antelope actually passed through our tow n. Finally, however, the wilder days, with their picturesque cow men, gave way in turn to the sheepmen; then in the early part of the present century there began to be a vision of the possibilities of our country as a grain producing section. The crop of homesteaders was for a time greater than the crops of grain produced, and some people residing in Glasgow today were among those who predicted that it was a waste of time and effort to try to raise crops and that it would have been better to leave the range for livestock rather than destroy its value in trying to raise crops. Only a few years ago, one could drive from Glasgow in almost any direc- tion and hardly see a house on the prairies, the only settlers were those living along the streams where water could be obtaind for stock. Now, most of Montana, including Valley County and Northeastern Mon- tana, have probably seen the last of the rough old days when men wore six- shooters and chaps were more common than overalls. Today our prairies are covered with homes; our lands are being rapidly broken up, and successful farming is now a reality rathej than a mere hope. There are still many sheep here, which are producing large incomes for those who are engaged in their handling, but the future of our section seems tied up in farming. We may reasonably indulge the hope that many of the little ham- lets reported as being descriptive of our towns today, with good public build- ings, school houses, and constantly increasing population, better schools and social advancement, will lift our state to a place never dreamed of by the so-called old-timers, not excepting from this the noted Washington Irving. Our section of the west has developed with the progress of agriculture, while other sections of Montana owe their prosperity to other causes as well. Mining is still a large industry in the state, with copper and allied products manufactured from raw forms into forms ready for the markets of the world. Oil and gas are now important products in other sections, while in the extreme western portion of the state there are still vast forests of fir and other lumber, to say nothing of the fruits, particularly apples and cherries, raised in that por- tion of Montana lying west of the main range of the Rockies. Our state, third in the Union as to size, is no longer a state for which any author is likely to make the prediction that its population is hybrid and of the ■worst elements of the nomads of mixed races. Every prediction now may fully be that we shall continue our onward progress until we rank, in our develop- ment, as first in certain lines of industry — farming in our section at least, will not be least. With the development in this respect we may also hope for de- velopment along social and educational and other lines for a better and happier people. — M. H. ' 29. — 28 —

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A JUSTIFIABLE LIE Once upon a time, there was a farmer in Missouri who had a large apple orchard. He seemed never to get a crop of apples that he should get from that size orchard. The reason for this was very simple — his neighbors had very taking ways. The remedy for this, however, was not so simple. He had put up No Trespassing signs and various other things, but to no avail. One day a scientist traveling through the country remarked on the beauty of the Northern Lights. This scientist stayed for a time with this certain farmer to study a plant peculiar to the mountains of Missouri, so the farmer got familiar with him one day and said that he had heard of another name for Northern Lights and wanted to know what it was. The scientist told him that the scientific name was Aurora Borealis. About a week later the farmer hit upon an idea. He got out a large board and a paint can and painstakingly painted a sign. Then he took it out and placed it in the orchard. The scientist who had seen the operation became curious to know what the sign read. One day he went out and read the sign. This is what it said: Beware although there are a few garter snakes around here, the Aurora Borealis abounds in the apple trees and gives no warning when it strikes. That year he got a record apple crop. — C. H. -29. A FACULTY MEETING AS WE THINK IT IS 9:30 A. M. — Any Saturday. Mr. Weaver: Miss Murphy: Miss Harkins: Mr. Weaver: Miss Anderson: Mr. Garlough: Good morning, folks Am I late? Yes, late but not latest. Where is Mr. Garlough? He was still eating when I left the boarding house. I hear those footsteps, be quiet. Are we all here now? Miss Sayre: Well, it is about time. I haven ' t much time. I have a couple of the annual staff up in my room, and they may even be gone by novsr. Miss Martin: Isn ' t that a gorgeous tie Mr. Garlough is wearing? It brings out the color of his eyes. Miss Murphy: He must have bought it in St. Paul. I understand any- thing from St. Paul stirs his soul so. Miss Coventry: It ' s funny he wouldn ' t buy a St. Paul alarm clock. Mr. Garlough: The meeting will come to order. Miss Harkins will you please put your gum in the basket? — Thank you. Miss Mattison: Why do we meet today? Mr. Garlough : We meet today to discuss the affairs of young ladies and young men who are under our guidance and direction. The time has come — 30 —