Glasgow High School - Hootman Yearbook (Glasgow, MT)

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' M Mr. Weaver: Of course we understand, Mr. Garlough, and I am sure your little stunt will go over big. Mine do. Miss Hoover: Let ' s have a party. Miss Martin (sugary) : Let ' s do. Mr. Weaver: Let ' s invite the grade teachers. Mr. Woodside: Weaver, you mind reader. Mr. Soroos: Weaver, you spoke not only for yourself but for others. Mr. Garlough: All right you are going to have a party. Miss Harkins: We will have a lap lunch. Mr. Garlough: Fine, I ' ll come early. Miss Sayre: Yes, early for lunch. Mr. Garlough: 1 wish to bring up some of the minor affairs of the stu- dents. Do they all get their work in? Are they always in good behavior? Miss Sayre: The only way to quiet that Junior English class of boys would be to give them poison and put them under six feet of ground. Mr. Garlough: Too bad, but seeing such conditions exist, I suggest that we adjourn. — R. J. ' 29. BOOSTING THE NEW HIGH SCHOOL (Glasgow High School Song, Rewritten by Miss Dorothy Alexander, Music Supervisor.) Faithful and true-hearted. Let us cheer our dear New High, We revere her and defend her, And her colors proudly fly; We will stand for her, united. Of her deeds we gladly tell, Her colors streaming, Glad faces beaming. So here ' s a cheer for her that we all love so well. Chorus: Joyous and ever loyal. Let us boost for our New High, Let ev ' ry heart sing. Let ev ' ry voice ring. There ' s no time to grieve or sigh; It ' s ever onward, our course pursuing, May defeat ne ' er our ardor cool. But united, we will boost for her. Dear Glasgow High ! — 32 —

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,1. ■■ ' ;Sl - S ¥ when we must take a hand in these affairs so that the participants may keep their minds on their work. Miss Murphy: Whew! Miss Sayre: What did you have to bring that up for? Mr. Garlough: Last night as I looked out of my window what did I see but a boy and a girl hanging on Murray ' s front gate. When I went to my eve- ning meal what did I see but a boy and girl parked in a laundry truck. Mr. Weaver: Did you ever use a spot light? Mr. Garlough: Yes, and what didn ' t I see. A Chevrolet, a Whippet, a new Ford, Willys-Knight, Buick, Chrysler, Studebaker, Dodge, and last but not least Bob Spear ' s uncovered wagon. Miss Mattison: Isn ' t it romantic? Mr. Woodside: Is it really that bad? Mr. Weaver: I find it very convenient. 1 can take my Ford and we go riding with no lights to blind us and no cars to pass us, and some how or other we eventually come to the journey ' s end. Miss Coventry: Gee, but he is hard struck. Weaver, of all people. If I buy a car will you ride with me. Miss Harkins? I ' d be tickled to death. The meeting is adjourned. R. J. ' 29. Miss Harkins: Mr. Garlough: Miss Harkins: Mr. Garlough: A FACULTY MEETING AS IT IS 9:30 A. M. — Any Saturday. All but Mr. Garlough. Here he comes. Good morning, everybody. Fine morning, this morning, What is the purpose of this meeting? To discuss the problems confronting the school, the Miss Mattison: Are we all he Miss Coventry: Miss Mattison: Mr. Garlough: is it not? Miss Anderson: Mr. Garlough: foremost of which is tardiness. Miss Murphy (sw eet and lov f) : Whose tardiness? Mr. Garlough: The ta rdiness has tripled in this school in less than ten years. Miss Sayre: So has the student body. Mr. Garlough: I never thought of that but nevertheless it is a big prob- lem for me to handle. Mr. Weaver: Is there anything else to be brought up? Mr. Garlough: Howr are you coming writh stunt night? We have to make it go over big this year. Miss Anderson and I are coaching a Marcheta act. You understand we merely tell them how to do it. -31-

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h( y ' i M C ' SOLILOQUY OF A FOOTBALL The end of a perfect day, sighed the football as it lay in its accustomed corner in the coach ' s office, and a hard day it was, too. I ' ve been in many, many games but today ' s game was the roughest, 1 believe. I never sawr Glasgow so full of vim, vigor and victory as they were today. I really was frightened once or twice; I almost felt like running off the grid iron into the safety of some shady nook where I could watch but not be molested. Dayton has an excellent football team, her men are all larger than ours but not a man on Dayton ' s team was so good a player, so good a sportsman nor so good a fighter as Glasgow ' s. 1 wish 1 could talk — I would ask Ruben what it was that made him play so wonderfully well this afternoon — was it weather — was it for Glasgow ' s honor or was it because he knew that everyone believed Dayton would win? What- ever it may be that made him play so well today, why doesn ' t he always have that something behind him? His second touchdown was an almost impossible feat 1 held my breath every second while he was running — I was afraid he would not make it, but he did, with hardly any effort. Who was the man who said it is a handicap to be small? What would ' Shorty ' Parke have done those two times this afternoon when he slid between the legs of that big fellow from Dayton and dashed down the grid-iron if he had not been small? Some people may think one nothing more nor less than a piece of pig- skin full of air, but they are wrong. 1 see more of a football game, hear more confidences, get more thrills and hard knocks than any other participant of the game. But in a game like the game today between Dayton and Glasgow 1 do not feel badly because of the treatment 1 receive. I ' m willing to do my part to help dear Glasgow High. Now I must settle down for a good rest and be ready to do my best in the game between Glasgow and Pokeepsie tomorrow afternoon. Good night, everybody. —P. M. ' 29. A HASTY DECISION To be or not to be, that is the question. How many times haven ' t we heard that old statement! But, how many times have you heard, To jump or not to jump, — that is the question ? Had ancient Hamlet been hard-pressed under the same circumstances under which I was mentally and physically forced to make my hasty decision, I ' m quite sure he would have uttered, To jump or not to jump in place of To be or not to be. •r V •x The rolling plains of the rangeland stretched for countless miles to the westward, bathed in golden sunlight of a warm June day. How peaceful, how inviting they looked ! The range to me has always been extremely fascinating, — 33 —