Glasgow High School - Hootman Yearbook (Glasgow, MT)

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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 —

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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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and I can think of nothing I ' d rather do than to go for a wild, free gallop over the hills that fit so snuggly together and are so close to Nature. Can you wonder then, why it was that 1 saddled my pony on this par- ticular afternoon and set out on a fast lope, determined to ride, ride until my restless spirit found sufficient sanctity and my mind had been turned for a moment from the common, everyday things of Life? On, on, ever westward Bunny raced. I loved to feel the wind in my face, to see my pony ' s tossing mane and to watch the rocks and sagebrush slip rapidly by. There was a magnificent exhilaration and an enormous joy in it. However, the sun soon sank lower, and 1 realized that 1 was many miles from home. 1 realized also that 1 was terribly thirsty and that 1 must have my pony ' s wind for the return trip. Joy manifested itself, indeed, when, as 1 topped a ridge, 1 saw a creek with trees and flowers along the bank, belov . 1 noticed a small herd of cattle grazing near by but never once gave them a thought as 1 proceeded to dis- mount and water my horse as well as myself. Of a sudden. Bunny pricked up her ears and looked back. To my horror and consternation, what should 1 see but a big red animal coming towards me, head lowered and crowned by long, out-spreading horns, at full speed. A loud bellow followed, but by that time 1 had mounted and turned my horse away. But what way could I go? 1 was in a small bend of the creek, a sort of a peninsula, and the animal was charging from the only opening. Water on three sides! Death on the fourth! I had but a moment to decide what to do, and hasty indeed was my decision. Looking back at the place where 1 had taken a drink, 1 noticed the creek to be narrow but to have very steep banks on both sides. Jabbing the spurs into poor Bunny ' s flanks with all my might, 1 turned her straight at the narrow part of the creek. Now the animal was nearly at Bunny ' s heels and 1 put all my trust in her. What if she failed? 1 didn ' t stop to think whether or not I thought she could ' make it. But 1 did think, She must make it! 1 felt her muscles gather for the jump and pre- pared for it. A quick, powerful lunge, a moment of suspense, and Bunny landed me safely on the opposite bank with four inches to spare. My good, trustwforthy cow pony. Never has she failed me. I turned and saw Master Cow check himself and barely escape falling into the creek, so great was the momentum of his huge body. He could not follow and had to give up the pursuit. My decision, but mostly Bunny ' s faithfulness and speed had saved the day. — H. H. ' 30. ANTI-SABAISM Be it known that 1 am not an admirer of the fair sex. Be it known that I am not a woman hater. Be it known that 1 am, to use the best word in my employ, indifferent. Women, young v omen, old women, middle-age women, can affect me only materially. No mental anguish over the female of the — 34 —