Glasgow High School - Hootman Yearbook (Glasgow, MT)

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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 —

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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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u i, r, Vi-..-..-.--: VAJ M ' T t species can keep me awake or ■worry me. No sudden awakenings nor muttered denunciations disturb my slumbers. I am indifferent. 1 have known many others who have been indifferent. I have seen them fall, one by one, much harder hit than the lovers of the unfair sex. 1 have come to accept, in a sort of fatalistic way, the inevitable coming of Cupid ' s arrow. Yet until it comes, 1 shall continue to go happily on my way, neither helping nor hindering it, oblivious to the joys of love reciprocated or to the hell of amour not returned. Life, they say, is just one damned fool thing after another. Love, to go further, is two damned fool things after each other. I have been spared the latter, and if it is worse than the best of life, if it is better than the worst of life, if it is more confusing than the simplest of life, or simpler than the most com- plex of life — may Venus continue her neglect of me. Not for the world — not for love vyfould 1 lose my freedom. Not for heaven would 1 sacrifice my liberty. Not for all would 1 trade my will to do as I wish. Yet — vifhen the last moment of my free-will comes — when Cupid looks on me, and claims me for his own — may 1 be prepared to go, with bowed head and humble heart to the altar of matrimony. God grant that I may fall as hard as they who have v rorn smooth the path before me. God grant that I may enter that fourth dimension of oblivion — of blind love, so completely different from my present surroundings, so full of happiness and sorrow, of joy and dis- tress, of life as it is found supreme — God grant that I may enter with my face to the ground and my defences thrown to the winds. Ah — freedom is dear, but fate is inexorable. What must be, must. A sweet bit of fatalism, and an easy solution to all problems. 1 care nought for women. Women care nought for me. A nuisance, perhaps — then shun them. They shun me, and until the day of fate — eat, drink and be merry — for to- morrow vi e may die, or worse, fall in love. — R. D. H. 29. BOB SPEARS 1 gaze dovifn At My feet; 1 ponder. Thinking How far aw ay They seem. Can all the Rest That lies Between be Me? — 35 —