Glasgow High School - Hootman Yearbook (Glasgow, MT)

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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 —

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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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GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN— A EULOGY Poor fish. Not in a sarcastic tone but in a sympathetic mood. Did Anonymous, the Httle gold fish, ever harm anyone? No, but someone had to harm him. Living a peaceful and perfectly innocent life in the bowl on the row of books on the English desk, the little gold fish reached the end of the lonesome trail. Lonesome? Yes, here ' s the story: Nearly a year ago two small gold fish made their appearance in the English room and were named Anonymous and Ditto. Whether they came from the Milk River or from regions unknown is not known, nor does it greatly matter. Great favorites they became and were happy together for several w eeks. But alas! There is always some disturber of the peace. This time it was a tall junior boy v fho, every time he approached the desk to confer with his teacher would also confer with the fish and stir them about with his pencil. Such attention was not appreciated by Ditto who left this world of strife shortly before the school year ended. It was a survival of the fitter and Anonymous proved to be of sterner stuff. Another school year came and poor little Anonymous, after spending the summer with many other fish at a kind neighbor ' s, came back to start another school year. A more loyal student never lived. Never absent, never tardy, it attended four classes of English each day for five days a w eek, and became the favorite of the junior class. It acted as sort of overseer, although it didn ' t see much. Gold fish eyes are rather weak, you know. So the days went by and nearly a year had passed. Did a junior boy sitting near the desk grow tired of the merry gleam of gold that darted here and there in the bow l ? Or why were some matches and a small cigarette stub found floating together with the lifeless body of Anonymous? Anonymous who had never violated that law of school life which states, Thou shalt not smoke a ' Lucky Strike, ' an ' Old Gold ' nor a ' Chesterfield, ' neither let it be a ' Fatima ' nor a ' Camel. ' A certain member of the class ventured to say he had come to the con- clusion it was not a Chesterfield since it is a vsrell knov n fact that Chester- fields are mild as May and always satisfy; it could not have been Lucky Strikes for all fishy things use them, so it must have been an Old Gold because although there is not a cough in a carload there is not a decent smoke in a train load. But, why the hard heartedness of sop- ' e people? Last year ' s tall junior took poor Anonymous from the bowl under the pretense of giving it a burial, but returned with two other seniors and a post graduate carrying it pickled in a bottle of alcohol. But as one junior says, there is a moral in this story for all cigarette users: So perhaps Anonymous neither lived nor died in vain. — By the English III B Section. — 38-