Glasgow High School - Hootman Yearbook (Glasgow, MT)

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' itl ' l ' - ' M EARNING POCKET MONEY A series of Blaa ' s meets our ears as we come to a small shed with a wire fence around it. Entering we find six tiny motherless lambs. Some are able to stand and others are still too weak from starvation to do more than weakly ba. As we measure out only a cup of warm milk and set it down the largest lamb quickly drinks it all. He is then put out in the pen, and the bottles are again filled with enough milk to feed three more an equal amount, after which they too are turned into the pen. Over in a corner on a bed of straw lies a tiny thing too v eak to raise its head. It is fed from a spoon, but only gets a tiny amount. It will have to be fed every hour to be kept alive, and will probably have to be wrapped in a blanket to be kept warm. The only one that has not been fed is a new member which seems rather timid. A half cup of milk is put in a pan, and by letting it suck the tip of your finger until its nose reaches the milk, it starts to drink. But alas! only for a second does it drink, for it soon comes up blowing milk in every direction, and we must jump to keep from getting a free milk bath, which the feeder takes and doesn ' t seem to mind at all. After several such happenings the lamb settles itself and drinks quite heartily. Some weeks later we again visit the pen and find the milk is measured out in pans and there is much more of it. A lamb is turned out one at a time and allowed to drink from one pan, but it must be watched or it will drain all of the pans before stopping. Several are fed this way when a little fellow with all four legs black and one black spot right in the middle of its back appears. Whet one is this? Well, this is the little fellow that had been fed with the spoon, but is now a perfect lamb as a result of good and careful care. In the latter part of August we again visit the pens and to our surprise we find the lambs have been put in a much higher pen, and outside is a long trough in which two large pails of milk have been poured. As soon as the one who has poured in the milk hollers All Aboard and the gate is opened, out comes a scrambling, blaaing bunch of lambs and fight for places at the trough. The milk soon disappears because instead of six there are now twenty- three. A mixture of bran and ground rye is fed — a large handful to each. All in all feeding lambs is very interesting work but could be cleaner for the caretaker if he had time to feed each separately, but as they must be fed at least five times a day even as late as August the time taken is a great deal, and when they are smaller they must be fed nearly every hour. in the latter part of October part of these lambs are sold ; others are kept to start a flock, and more money is gotten when they are sheared in June the following year. So after a very tedious summer ' s work the caretender has earned from fifty to one hundred dollars of pocket money. — H. C. ' 30. -36 —

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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 —

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f!y: ' ' k ] ' ' C !: ' SjW - M:f ALLEY RAT ' S LETTERS By the Alley Baby Dear Alley Rat: How can 1 learn to be a printer? — Black Bat Tom. Dear Tom: Be a devil. — Alley Rat. ♦ Dear Ima Nut: What cheese makes the best sandwiclaes for gaining strength? - — Diet E Tics. Dear Diet: Limburger Cheese is the strongest. — Alley Rat. Dear Alley Rat: Why is that football player sitting on the radiator? — F An. Dear Fan: Just warming up, you know. — Alley Rat. Dear Alley Rat: Why the can of flea powder? — R Unt. DearRUnt: To stop the itch of my dogs. — Alley Rat. Dear Alley Rat: Are you a fireman ? — W Arm. Dear W Arm: No, 1 go to G. H. S. —Alley Rat. Dear Alley Rat: What is dew? — D Umb. Dear D Umb: All sorts of bills. — Alley Rat. Dear Alley Rat: Why is she so homely? — Crit Ic. Dear Crit Ic: Her body was built by Fisher but that was no excuse for the face. — Alley Rat. Dear Alley Rat: Do you know Teresa Green? — Dumb Ness. Dear Dumb Ness: Nope, I don ' t. Dumb Ness: Well, they are. —J. M. ' 30. — 37 —