Great Falls High School - Roundup Yearbook (Great Falls, MT)

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ROUNDUP A Recipe for an Omelette. One morning ' , bright and early, Before the sun was up; I thought I ' d make an omelet Within a shining cup. The yolks of six fresh eggs I broke into a bowl. Gently sprinkled them with salt; Poured sweet cream upon the whole. The whites were added next. Beaten as white as snow. Then butter into the skillet put; Now hurry, don ' t be slow. Then into the nice hot butter I poured this mixture yellow. And for breakfast I had omelet Good enough for any fellow. — H. A.. ' 14. When cool they ' re placed within the tin cake-box, To which we hitch two brass pad- locks. — S. H., ' 14. A Recipe for Frying Doughnuts. To make these mystic dainties we re- quire Three pints of swine ' s oil placed above the fire. To this we add, when it is smoking hot. The rounds of dough placed gently in the pot; Then, as these disks take on a golden shade, The cooking fork comes quickly to their aid. Home-Made Fudge. A chunk of chocolate two inches round Cover with sugar finely ground: This with a cupful of water wet. And add a chunk of butter, you bet. Then put it on the stove to stew — ' Tis done when it is thick, like glue. Smear a pan with butter galore. And when it ' s done throw open the door. Then, if you want it nice and sweet, Good enough for a king to eat. Add a pinch of salt, and vanilla, too, And over and through it, fine nuts strew. Then begin to beat it hard Till at length it ' s smooth as lard; Pour it into the buttered pan And keep it there till hard, if you can. Of all the candy you ' ll ever eat. This kind you never can beat; But it might be well to look to your diet. If you really wish your sleep to be quiet. — M. B., ' 14. (Mm

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ROUNDUP ii Nineteen Hundred Twelve We stand upon the threshold. So that when the world has launched Awaiting life ' s grand call. us Awaiting- the noble message, . hit upon its great broad sea, That comes to each and all. Ever mindful, ever thoughtful We have sought the flowers which Of those teachings let us be. childhood, Grasped with eager, loving hands. Row, not drift. be e ' er our motto. We have passed the shining river. Row. yes row with heart and Flowing through youth ' s golden limb, sands. Far away the harbor awaits you It is yours who strive to win. Parents kind and teachers clever, Pleasant school-days lay behind us, Gracious friends and loved ones dear. Days that shall not come again, All have given us strength and cour- But in front the world is beckoning age With its pleasures, hopes and gain. To strive and win from year to year. Ma} ' the loving Power above us So we stand upon the threshold. Lead our faltering steps aright. Awaiting Life ' s grand call. Keep our minds and hearts untainted Awaiting the noble message. Through the boundless stretch of life. That comes to each and all. But why stand we idly talking? Keep us mindful of the duties Deeds, not words, alone shall tell: Owed to fathers, mothers dear. Teachers, school-mates, happy school Ever thoughtful of the teachers days. Who have trained us year by year. We, the Seniors, fare thee well. — K. V. W., ' 12. Extracts from Miss Dixon s Cook Book How to Fry Doughnuts. And this is the end of my doughnut To fry some doughn uts roll your rhymes. — A. V.. ' 14. dough. And have the fire both hot and slow; From the pail to the kettle your lard Ode to a Pancake. put in Take an egg and beat it hard. Then cut out your doughnuts with a Add some salt, a bit of lard — - tin. Then some milk, preferably sour. Take up a doughnut with your hand Of soda, then a small teaspoon, And slide it in as well as you can. Heat it all to a merry tune; Then beware id ' the boiling lard. Drop upon a sizzling griddle, For if you don ' t, it will burn you hard. Turn when bubbled in the middle. Stand over the kettle with fork in F.at them then with syrup and butter. hand, Till you ' re so full you cannot utter When the doughnut is brown, put in- One word of English, though Miss to a pan. Dixon Repeat the performance a good many Threatens to call you a little vixen. times, — E. K., ' 14.

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ROUNDUP A Letter from David A. Hoffman 13 Village of Luibi, Congo Beige, Africa. Jan. 8, 1912. 1 believe I kept you informed of our trip as we came only from Ant- werp, as far as Sierre Leone on the west coast of Africa. The only place we touched after that was a French port in the province of Senegal; but as we were not allowed to go on shore, we saw no more of the land until we anchored at the mouth of the Congo, December 14. Banana, Congo Beige, is the town at the Congos mouth, but the steamer stopped only long enough to get her papers of health and then went up the river to Boma, the capital of this glorious country. Boma impressed me very much as I imagine old Fort Benton must have appeared to the pioneers when they landed there — only instead of Indians the shore was lined and perfumed with negroes. The cargo is dumped out on the river bank and one has to see to the un- loading of his cargo himself or else it is very liable to go up river. We were three or four days getting our stuff through the customs, or rather in getting the officials sufficiently awake to attend to business — they say one soon becomes inoculated with the germ of laziness in this country, and we have had ample proof that the Belgians are very susceptible. From Boma we went north, by rail fifty kilos. When I say, by rail, it means on a road of iron, whose rails are twenty-two inches apart and whose engine is stopped most of the time because the negro engineer has forgotten to get any water. We were eight hours traveling the fifty kilometers, which is considered ex- ceptionally fast time. Had we been in a hurrv we would have walked. The railroad ends at Lukula where we waited eight days more for the neigh- boring chiefs or Formus to send in enough men to transport our goods to the west. We needed about one- hundred men but only secured about thirty, so we started with what sup- plies we needed most. These porters would surprise you with the heavy loads they can carry. The average load for a hundred and ten pound man to carry fifteen miles a day, is thirty kilos, or about sixty-six pounds. This load is balanced on his head at six in the morning and by eleven o ' clock he is fifteen miles away. If he is paid by the trip he will cover twenty- five to thirty miles each twenty-four hours, but when working by the day he dislikes traveling in the afternoon when the sun is hot. We, ourselves, find it best to arise at half past five with the sun, work until eleven or twelve, and then rest until four o ' clock. After four it is cool and pleasant and it is then we figure on making our maps and reports. At half past six the sun sinks and in fifteen minutes it is intensely dark. There is neither dawn nor twilight in this part of the world. When the moon comes up though, one would imagine it were day. for, like the sun, it shines from directly over head and one could see for miles were it not for the dense foliage. The country we are in is not con sidered very fertile, but along all the si reams is a growth of brush and brambles so heavy as to be almost impassable. To force one ' s way through is impossible, for the vines appear alive, the way they reach out and grab one: but the natives are quite expert in thrusting their way through. The hills are covered with a coarse grass that comes as high a-