Glasgow High School - Hootman Yearbook (Glasgow, MT)

Page 63 text:

' m back to the barn, started to trot. The poor man was so frightened that he let go of the reins and grabbed the pommel of the saddle. Then it was the horse that w as scared, and he ran for home at a full gallop. A few days later the same tenderfoot hid behind the corral gate when the cattle were turned out. Other people who have lived in the country for years and have never learned the art, should they ride a few miles, would be heard to say the next day that they are so stiff and sore from the exercise that they are unable to sit, move, or lie dov n comfortably. Thus it is that as the West becomes settled and eastern civilization comes in, the art of horseback riding goes out and with it the glamour and pictur- esqueness of the old Western frontier days. — E. H. ' 29. THE RUMBLE SEAT If you want to be old, if you want to be young, if you want to be brave, or if you are in pain ride in a rumble seat, and your troubles will be all over. They say nature is grand. Moonlight, your best girl, rough roads and a rumble seat, what could be gr-ander ? In the year of 1 880 as the covered wagon continued to roll on Montana plains, your grandmother sat on the lowered end gate holding hands with a freckled faced urchin, destined to be your grandfather. Strange isn ' t it? It ' s funny, but it ' s true. Even the pioneer had a rumble seat. In the year of 1 900 when your mother and father discovered the beauty of romance, luxury entered into the affair and the double buggy became the family hack. Mother and father spooned in the back seat on the way to church. The change was not satisfactory, so they had to hold hands under the hymn book to keep up the right spirit. Later they rode in one of Henry Ford ' s creations and found the thrill that they missed when their romance first began. As time passed on and the modern limousine was produced they looked into the future and saw that their children were going to miss the thrill of grand- mother ' s romance. So then it is in this year of 1929 we have the modern rumble seat. A seat that is symbolic of our modern flapper, a little dirty, a little rough, but awfully nice. It isn ' t the soft, easy things that develop the good people. It ' s the things that are rough and hard, the things that leave no trace of snobbishness or con- ceit. The person who can ride ten miles in a rumble seat and then get out and high hat the bunch in front just simply doesn ' t exist. Thank God for the rumble seat, for it is truly a seat of youth. — R. J. -29. ■41-

Page 62 text:

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 —

Page 64 text:

K t P : THE PERFECT JUNIOR AND SENIOR GIRL Height Lillian Button Weight Eleanor Hagen Carriage Margaret Murray Hair Harriet Christophersen Eyes Callie Peterson Lips Dorothy Hovey Teeth Mildred Johnson Complexion Evalyn Michel Dimples Fern Moore Voice Maybelle Cotton Manners Ida Disrud Hands and Arms Thelma Helgerson Feet Velma Spangler Smile Irene Hilden Laugh Helen Harebo Grin Erna Hansen Giggle Frances Walker Deliberation Mary Pointer Good Nature Marjorie Hurly Wit and Humor Loucile Finney Mind Peggy Morton Friendliness Shirley Bohan Quietness Tena Nielsen Romantic Evelyn Bohan THE PERFECT JUNIOR AND SENIOR BOY Height Orville Stomsvick Weight Joe Martinkoski Carriage Robert Spears Hair Warren Gamas Eyes Paul Etchepare Lips Roy Johnson Teeth Rubin Lewow Complexion Russell Scott Dimples Travers Harman Voice Cyral Walsh Manners Ronald Baker Hands Dick Hoppin Feet Eugene Forsman Smile Shorty Parke Laugh Norris Kjos Grin Leslie Bjorstad Giggle Charles Hoffman Deli beration Bob Cornwell Good Nature James Christinson Wit and Humor Roy De Haven Mind Eldon Schuster Friendliness •: Smithy Quietness Byron Armstrong Romantic Clayton Button THE GRANDFATHER CLOCK The grandfather clock stood in the corner near the portrait of great grandmother and great grandfather. It had been standing there ever since grandmother was married. Tick-tock, tick-tock was all the clock had ever said, but today I seemed to hear it telling me some of the interesting affairs that had been carried on under its face ... of loves and disappointments ... of great balls, and belles of other days dressed in rustling satins and brocades dancing stately minuets. . . . Hark, I heard some voices, quavery at first, and gradually getting louder. Tibbie, shall I wear my light chintz and benton kerchief, or my purple and white Persian? Either are smart enough for a country lass, was the answer. — 42-