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

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DONALD HOFFMAN President

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ROUNDUP l 5 eyes sufficiently to look in a mirror. The} ' tell me that after three or four months my blood will lie thinner and they won ' t bother, but just think of being the source of supply for mil- lions for those three months. Mos- quitoes are not plentiful, in fact I have not seen any; however, we al- ways sleep under a canopy of netting to avoid the malaria germ. In addi- tion to this we tenderfeet are instruct- ed to dose ourselves with four grains of quinine each day. I do — some days — but it has no attractions and so far we have had perfect health. Health conditions appear tine and I believe in this part of the country we will suffer very few ills, provided we do not expose ourselves to the heat of the sun which, together with booze. is the source of most of the tropical sickness. Although the porters made a fifteen mile trip today, they are now getting ready to dance and unless we shut them up. they will cake-walk — genuine Memphis nigger style — until long after midnight. They have a long hollow log, over one end of which they have stretched an antelope hide. On this drum one black beats time and the rest circle about him. They all have different steps, but each is in perfect harmony with his neighbor, and the whole group really would get con- siderable applause on a vaudeville circuit. They chant a sort of cry as they dance, but there is no meaning to their sound and seemingly they have no knowledge of music other than that of beating time. They do make a kind of instrument out of which they sometimes pick a mourn- ful tune, but there are no skilled play- ers amongst them. You asked about my outfit. Principally it consists of an eight by ten tent. In this I lay a heavy canvas tarpaulin as a carpet, for it is sure death to come in contact with Africa ' s soil. On this is my bed. a contrap- tion that unfolds from a one by two foot box into a lounge of luxury. This bed is supplied with clean linen sheets and a pair of heavy army blankets — I also have a heavy mohair blanket, for the nights get cold. Around the bed, suspended from the top of the tent is a canopy of mosquito netting, without which one would last but a short time in the tropics — but with which one could sleep right in a malaria swamp. Over this eight by ten tent I have a twelve by fourteen fly which gives me a veranda under which I have my table for eating and map-mak ing. The kitchen is well supplied — a double table, set of dishes, all the necessary cooking utensils — including a three-pieced iron stove. My cook has rigged up an oven out of the earth and an oil can and he really turns out many surprises. He makes dandy bread and I understand that he is the only cook in the Congo who does. He uses the sap of a palm tree for yeast. It ferments in the sun. We carry about three iron boxes each, one of which is used as a bath tub, in which we have our clothing. We each have a cook and a boy who does — or should do — everything, which in the States we would do for ourselves. It ' s nice to come in from the field to have your boy ready with a bath and clean clothes and a cup of tea to cheer you up. If you are feel- ing irritable, the boy is a bandy vic- tim and you soon get rid of your spleen. His ignorance is inexhaust- able, but it does no good to fume and frel for they are all alike. You may expect another white man to dinner and so give orders to the cook to have everything fine. He does — not. When alone I have sat down to some meals that any Christmas table would be proud of — and then when I have company we get the worst hashup that a Chinese restaurant ever served. DAVID A. IK FFMAN.

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ROUNDUP 17 Oh, You Faculty! Mr. Largent, who pilots us on, Miss Pickering teaches us art, With a hand at the wheel, good and And the girls take her lessons to strong, heart. In the good ship education. And it seems very queer, Towards the land of preservation; When the girls have been here, May his life be successful and long! The way the red paint will depart. Miss Houliston teaches us Math From first year equations to grafts; She ' s the athlete ' s best friend. And for his fame she ' ll contend. To her school spirit we take off our hats. Mrs. Wait, who trains us to sing, Thinks that Caruso is king. Her glee club of boys Is her greatest of joys. Oil, their singing can sure make things ring. Miss Stone, as strange it may seem, Is not nearly as hard as her name, Miss Dixon is happy and gay And her pride and her joy So we ' re happy when she makes us Is the girl or the boy stay; Who in college gets nothing but fame. An d we work with our might From morning till night, Another amongst us. Miss May, F °r she proved to us shirking won ' t At any old game she will play. P av - The Freshmen all like her. For they answer her, Yes, sir. Mr McMullen, the friend of the boys. And she ' s at all times happy and gay. Helps them through all their sorrows and joys. Miss Chesnutt from Benton hails. He shows t he Boy Scout Where the main streets are nothing How to fish 1)est for trout but trails n ,l a n dangers of camping destroys. So you can ' t blame her when She looks up at them. If she trembles and turns slightly Mr. Tosseiand ' s the coach of the team , That brought to our High school such fame; The history teacher. Miss Long, For at footba11 we P la Scolds the Freshmen whenever And he ' s some coach ' th sa they ' re wrong; And we ve brought home the bacon ' Then she makes it all right to stay By saying they ' re bright. So for her the Freshmen are strong. Miss Francisco, her knowledge to show Mrs. Pinney ' s the girl ' s best friend. Said, in the winter a carouse would And with her long hours they spend. blow For a girl ' s first thought If she meant a chinook, Is how she may talk. She made a mistook. And she teaches them that, you de- That she ' s a tenderfoot still this will pend. show.