Glasgow High School - Hootman Yearbook (Glasgow, MT)

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H Mx CAN YOU IMAGINE— Peggy losing her gift of ' persuasion ' ? Bob without his hatred of reciting in classes? Paul without some love ? Smithy reading Current History? Chas. without his good nature? Margie without a fiction book? Dorothy without shyness? Callie without beaux? Eldon refusing to make public speeches? Bert not rushing ladies? Frances coming to English on time? Jack not learning his speeches in Problems of Democracy? Norris not engaged? Roy Johnson not in love? Ruben without his bluffing qualities? Roy De Haven ever studying? Gertie married? Velma taking Public Speaking? Tena dyeing her hair black? Ida with a windblown? Irene six inches taller? Mary not sitting next to Bert in Problems? Ethel not finding all the data on all subjects? Fern losing her dimples? Evalyn M. not giggling? Tubby not liking rubies? Evelyn B. without a perm ? Lucile F. without anything to say? Reo not afraid to recite? Erna calm and contented ? Clayton ' s hair on fire? Russell Scott without his red sweater? THE ART OF HORSEBACK RIDING Remember, gentle reader, as Leigh Hunt states it, that talents are not to be despised in the humblest walks of life. Years ago, thousands and thousands of horses roamed wild upon the plains, brought over by the Spaniards in the early days and allowed to rove about as they pleased. Some of them were quite small and shaggy, but many were as beautiful as they were wild. When the colonists first came to America they had no ways and means — 39 —

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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-

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of travelling except by means of horses, which they drove or rode. Then as the eastern part became more settled, people rode chiefly in carriages, and rode horses more for sports such as hunting. As the frontier moved westward, the people of the East used horses less for riding, while the pioneers in the West used them more. Often they had only oxen for driving and a horse or two to ride. Th en when this great West of ours was used for ranching, and thousands of cattle were raised, people nearly always rode horses when going any distance. The Indians adapted them to their use, and when the white man came, he : did the same. From the time the boys and girls were three or four years old they were trained to ride, and by the time they were grown, they were as much at home on a horse as on the ground. The only way of getting from place to place, for rounding up and branding cattle or for carrying the mail, was on horseback. For carrying mail, suggests the Pony Express. The Pony Express was a method by vs hich the United States mail was carried from St. Louis to San Francisco with pony relays. The rider rode his pony as fast as he dared for a ten-mile ride, changed horses at a little station, rode his new horse another ten miles just as fast, and changed again. In that way, the mail was carried from St. Louis to San Francisco in ten days. However, as the West became more settled the wild horse began to be crowded out the same as the Indian; the only difference being that the Indian was allowed reservations of National land, whereas the wild horse was caught, killed, or driven out. As the ranches began to die out and automobiles began to come in, farms began to grow . There were some few stock farms, but most were grain farms. Now, there was very little use for the saddle horse except to herd a few head of dairy cattle. Some of the Oldtimers still rode, but most of the new farmers began driving automobiles in going from place to place. Finally even the Oldtimer, not to be outdone, got himself a Ford and travelled with the rest. The only use for the horse now was to pull the heavy machinery to till the soil for the farmers. In a short time tractors were introduced in the West, and before long there was hardly room on the farm for the horse. However, there were still a few sections of land in the country where farming was impossible, such as the Badlands, where the soil vi as poor, stones abundant, nothing grew, and the hills were too steep for anything but a goat to climb. Here the w ild horse still abounded. But even then the white man wasn ' t satisfied. Just as he drove the buffaloes from the plains by killing them for the price of their hides, he now organized state horse drives to exterminate the wild horse. Sometimes not only the wild ones were taken, for all unbranded stock as well as much branded stock was rounded up, herded together and shipped to the canneries to make canned meat for the French. Now there are few people who even know how to ride the slowest and most sedate of the remaining cayuses. They have never learned to ride and are afraid of the animals. An easterner came to Montana a few years ago and was entrusted by his uncle with a gentle old cow pony. He started the horse and rode slowly a mile or two, but when he turned to go back, the horse, hungry and in a hurry to get — 40 —