Glasgow High School - Hootman Yearbook (Glasgow, MT)

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THE SCOTTY,GLASGOW,MONTANA Page 25 ! L lbove are pictured the following new members of the Glasgow rade and high school faculties: op row, left to right, Jean Sea- on, third grade: Lillian Bran- .on, first grade: Alpha Olson, ourth grade: Warren Hanna, griculture. Second row: Hazel Iilton, fifth grade: Gertrude lverby, second gradeg Doro- hea Mangls, first grade: Arch- e Riikola, ind, ed. Third row: ffargaret Crest, commercial. The victures of Leonard Brunette, ixth grade, and director of the loys' glee club, and Mrs. Mildred iimonton, librarian, not avail- ble for this issue will appear n the next Scotty. The last two victures, at the lower right, are f Helen Mill. senior, Wilmer of eastern trip through 4-H club honors. ,nd Donald Murray, alumnus, now playing on the Carleton College basketball team at Northfield, Minn. 4

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Page 24 THE. SCOTTY, GLA.SGOW,MONTANA FACULTY FOYER In and Out - With Some of the lntelligentia of Our Academic Staff. Miss Atkins, a charming member of the school faculty, is leader of the Girl Scouts, ln May, l937, the Scotty was dedicated to her, since the graduating Seniors had been her first Glasgow class. She teaches English to the seventh graders, and we wish her luck, with the rambling youngsters of the school. l'll bet you- You've guessed it, it's Mr. Huber bet- ting again. Besides this familiar saying, Roy Huber has the reputation of being the best chalk breaker in the school. On t'he serious side, Mr. Huber, now junior high math teacher, has been in the Glasgow schools since l9I2. He is an accurate timekeeper at all athletic con- tests since he has retired from coaching, often represents the school on public occasions, and this fall was elected vice-president of the newly formed Northeastern District of the M. E.. A., which is to meet at Glasgow next fall. One of the greatest readers and bridge players of our school is Miss Catherine Casady, teacher of American history. Two more of her hobbies are movies and good music. ln addition, she is generally in community activi- ties. Now, you try to figure out when she gets time to handle the school publicity in local and state papers and get thousands of inches of Glasgow school news into print during the year. Miss Creveling is our traveling ,information bureau, as she'-has taught in Alaska and California and 'has toured in Canada-some people seem to have all the luck. ln school her major work is social studies, and she is known for her outstanding poster work, especially on effective safety campaigning. Miss Van Duser is our geometry teacher, and don't some of us wish we had her mathematical mind. She is a very enthusiastic sports fan, and actually knows what is going on each play in a football game-a good person to have around in case mathematics, sports or anything else goes wrong. Our Latin and English teacher, Miss Anne Foley, has read three times as many books as the best of us. This does not seem to affect her subtle sense of humor that often helps us all in the pinches. She has one of the finest collections of jewelry in town, and in her collection are some most unusual and attractive family heirlooms. Miss K. Elizabeth Anderson is one of our smallest teachers, but that doesn't interfere with her 'having some very fine demonstrations of physical education work. Her arrangements of the folk dances are very clever. Then ,she seems to have plenty of energy left over to be a most efficient president to the progressive local of the Montana Education association, This marriage game is a menace to our school staff. Just to prove it, here are few of the teachers who were married this summer. Helen Lou Davis, now Mrs. Herbert Friedl, who is liv- ing in Glasgow. lrene Maroney, now Mrs. Sig Gucker. Sometimes we can coax her to come back for a day or so. Janet McKinley, primary teacher and tap dancer, now Mrs. Richard Friedl, living at Thermopolis, Wyoming- Dorothy Dee Miller, now Mrs. Vance Shugart of Port- land, Oregon. Helen Dean, now Mrs. Paul Etchepare, living at Glas- gow. ' Now you can see whyl MONTANA PRAIRIES l've never stood upon the shore And watched the rolling sea, l've never heard the beating surf lntone its melody. But I have watched the tumble weeds Go rolling far and wide, And heard the dripping torrents crash Down every coulee side. l've never seen t'he endless stretch Of oceans, blue and deep, But l have seen the prairies wide, And countless bands of sheep. l've never seen the jungle dark, Trees, thick in poisonous gloom, But, Ohl l've seen the weeds grow rank Where flow'rs were meant to bloom. - J. B. Cabell. LYRIC I could not write rose scented lines About young love in spring, l've never known the thing. I could not write in philosophic prose On the eternal why of life. l've never looked on strife. Yet lhave loved you for so long, Unknowingly a part of me, That l am sure that love must be What makes my life a song. - Barbara Anderson. THE PERFECT GIFT Dear Santa: Please send us one perfect girl, with the following characteristics: Legs, a la Patsy Jean: hair, Fay Ness, eyes, l-lelyn Mitchell: teeth, Jane Sawyer: figure, Lorraine Jensen: persnoality, Elaine Newton, clothes, Dot Christiansen, nose, Peggy Onberg: mouth, Anne Nass. - The Boys. WEATHER OR NOT Oh, for the good old days when winter was winter and not reminscent of late March, when we could skate every day or night and find good skiing on the nearest hill! Now, all we do is tramp about in slush and wish for a blizzard, or revolution, or something-anything--to do in our extremely few leisure hours. - A MUSICAL NOTE Dear Rosalie : Tonight l am going to the Cocoanut Grove to meet Small Fry, l'm one of the Soldiers of Fortune and l've Got a Date with a Dream. l've Got a Pocketful of Dreams, so Don't Let That Moon Get Away and meet me On Sweetheart Bay.

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Page 26 THE SCOTTY,GLASGOW,MONTANA THE STEERHEAD MARK By the Editor The Arizona sun beat down mercilessly on a lone, weary, dust-covered rider as he wove in and out among the ever-present yucca. To a tourist from the eastern states the intense glow of the sun t'hrough the clear still air would have been almost unbearable. But to Tommy James it was home, freedom, life itself. The diversified surfaces of the hills and canyons-deep chasms in the solid rock, were the only comfort he had had in his long search for his missing father. On and on he rode, surveying the horizon for the sight of a town where he could rest and, perhaps, get a clue to the where- abouts of his missing kin. For miles and miles, with nothing to rest his eyes upon but the bunch grass, sage- brush, cactus and an occasional cattle herd seemingly shifting for themselves, he trudged on, he knew not where. Tommy was young and slender but hardened by life in the West. l-le wore a tan sombrero, shoved back far enough to show 'his crisp, red hair and his laughing blue eyes. His blue woolen shirt and blue faded jeans went very nicely with his brown boots. A cartridge belt and two twin Colts were buckled loosely about his waist. It was in l865, just I2 years ago since Tommy, then a lad of 5, had seen his father for the last time. He re- membered him as a tall, broad-shouldered man with blue eyes and brown wavy hair, Anyone who had met Mr. James could recognize him easily a second time because of his odd-shaped eyebrows which formed a perfect head of a steer with exceptionally long horns. Tommy, too, remembered this visible symbol, and if all else failed, he knew he could recognize his father by this picture which had remained constantly before his eyes all these years. Ir seemed only yesterday that his father had left him and his mother on a little orchard farm and had gone to California to get some new species of fruit trees to plant. A violent storm came up that night and that was the last they had seen of him. Through hard work Mrs. james had managed to save enough money from the orchard to plant several hundred acres of alfalfa and cotton. They had a thriving little farm when Providence took his mot'her away from him, too. Those were trying times for a lad of I4, out in the middle of the vast rolling hills of the sparsely settled state of Arizona. Tommy sold his orchard and farm to a friend of his father's in the East, to spend the rest of his life, if necessary, in what was apt to prove an endless and profitless search. Tommy was almost certain that his father had not perished in the storm and he was out to settle a score with the coward who had used this means to cover up his treachery. Tommy started from Bisbee early that morning and had been riding toward the sunset the whole uneventful day. The night air chilled him, but he kept bravely on, for he knew he must reach a town eventually, for without food and water for himself and his horse it would be im- possible to keep on much longer. This hot, dry country was no place for a young lad to earn a living. Why,then, did he spend his time here? His father suffered from a lung disease and there was no bet- ter climate than the hot, dry air beneath the Arizona skies to cure it. Tommy knew his father wouldn't wander far from under the protection of these blue cloudless heavens, but not knowing the country thoroughly, he didn't know just where to start his prolonged investigation and he STEDTFELD MARKET - Phone 38 - ' GROCERIES - FRUITS - VEGETABLES MEATS Free Delivery ii We Do Not Meet Prices-We Make Them' It lb 0004:-ff ---- 1 ----- -- ---- ---- - ----- - ---- ----:v1:-:pooc------1--------------::----- TT 0 2 i .....s..- T H ' The City Market FRESH MEATS FANCY GROCERIES FREE DELIVERY TELEPHONE: 173 or 174 Ed Gallagher 6' Sons, Prop. ------:b1:----- ----- v -- E i I W I li It Pays to Shop al' I J.C.PlNNEY COMPANY, Inc.