Glasgow High School - Hootman Yearbook (Glasgow, MT)

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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.

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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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THE. SCOTTY, GLASGOW, MONTANA Page 27 :-:hc--:hc-:Doc-:hoc 7 'Jett-:Doooq l Otto M. Christinson Land Co. l Nsuahz if 1' N SURE gg :r .NSURANCE ll GLASGOW - MONTANA H lm it BARDELL BARBER SHOP 5 Front Street s 5 coLEs sruolo ll ci.Ascow's Non-ru sms 1::,::: 3g ELMER IOHNSON gg E COMMERCIAL REFRIGERATION Plumbing and Heating lf Your Skates Sharpened in the MODERN WAY 'F 25C ii 5 Mitchell Shoe Shop 55 knew too that trains and clues in these parts were wanting. Another two hours' ride brought him within sight of Tombstone, a town known for its unlawfulness and freak crimes. The residents of Tombstone were none too friendly to strangers, but Tommy decided it would be just as well to risk sleeping in the Tombstone Hotel as under the stars. After taking his few possessions to his hotel room and seeing to it that his horse was cared for, young james went down to the restaurant and barroom below the hotel to get something to eat and find some- one with whom he might discuss the recent happeniings in that part of the state. After he had finished his hearty supper, 'he went to the bar to get a drink, hoping to learn something from the other men gathered about drinking. One of the men came over and slapped Tommy on the shoulder. Hello, stranger, he said, do you plan to open up a clothing store here or go farming? This re- mark brought a volley of laughter from the other ruffians. Tommy thought it best not to tell too much or let his temper get the best of him and answered, l'm sorry, boys, but I won't have time to open a shop for one eve- ning, but I might sell you some honey after I get those bees that I'm going after.' At this turn in the conversation the men all became very quiet. Where ya from? asked a man by the name of Bill Blackard, who seemed to be concerned about Tommy's staying only one day and who appeared to have a great deal of influence with the other men. My dad came from New York, my mother from Cin- cinnati, but the wide open spaces have been my home for the last three years, was Tommy's prompt reply. What's your handle? My mother used to call me Tommy, but since she died most everybody calls me just the 'Roaming Kid'. The other men were quite tight-lipped, too, so Tommy excused himself and retired. He didn't sleep much that night, but was constantly on his guard. He could hear voices in the barroom all night but nothing happened. Tommy arose early the next morning and after purchas- ing a few supplies started on his journey to Komatke. Tommy was not aware of the rider who had been fol- lowing him ever since he had left Tombstone until he was ready to ford the Gila River and enter Komatke. Hello, kid, l wouldn't go to Komatke if I were you. It's too tough a town for a young kid, ' said Andy Blathle, who 'had caught up to Tommy by this time. Tommy turned his horse around, not knowing whether it was safe or not. Thanks, stranger, it's mighty nice of you to warn me, but I think I'll go in and have a look around just the same. My name is Andy Blathle. I followed you all the way from Tombstone because I wanted to be on hand to help if Bill Blackard tried to harm you, Andy offered. lVIine's Tommy james. I surely am grateful for your consideration for my safety, but what could Bill Blackard possibly have against me? Andy found Tommy James to be a likeable chap and one who could be trusted to keep a secret. Andy was slightly older than Tommy, and was very dark complex- ioned. He had had some experience ni the wilds of Ari- zona and was apt to prove a successful comrade for Tommy in his great mission. Andy told his story, which ran something like this: Tommy, I know you're just a kid and l'm not much more, but I think these few experiences which I have had might serve as some good advice for you to heed. About twelve years ago, Andy continued, I lived about I0