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

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14 ROUNDUP on you that I mean, I have no eyes that see anything. ln spite of this, I know that I have a faculty of sight. for, when I am told to find cake or pie in the pantry, or when asked to pick out a new dress for myself, I am always able to find them, but not so when I am looking for words in a dictionary of for waists that need buttons. lt is hard. in an age like this when almost everyone knows at least a lit- tle something of some foreign lan- guage, not to be able to even see to read and spell the English language correctly. I am constitutionally impressible or sensitive to seeing good things. I have sat through two whole periods in school, till, when dismissed, I have rushed down the street toward home, only to come to a bakery with a win- dow full of candy and cakes. I can see them all right. I have sat trying to study English but I have imagined myself in some French institution in France instead of reading an English dissertation on a roast pig, or an essay on old China. Above all, those dresses. and silks. do plague my apprehension when told that I cannot have them until I learn to sew a straight hem. to gaze at a piece of pie, and be told that I can have all the pie I can eat when I learn how to make it myself. But when those things, such as the words receive and believe, appear in almost every spelling lesson, and I have not yet been able to see in which word the e or i comes first, I am afraid the stores may keep their dresses, and the baker his pies, until I have eyes that see something. MARIE HOULIE. THE FALL OF ALEXANDER. It was the last month of the year 1913 and the thirteenth day at that, when our modern Alexander seeking new worlds to conquer, hied himself to Gibson Lake, where the youth and beauty of the town were circling by on skates. Now our A. had left his skates at home. but that did not seem to matter, for grabbing a club he ran into the crowd and raced with anyone that would run, hitting right and left till he had a clear path all to himself. Then having vanquished all his friends and foes, he made one grand run for the upper end of the lake. But alas, the ice was thin and began to crack, and down went our Alexander to the bottom of the lake. For a moment not a sound was heard, then all at once we saw him crawling out towards the bank. Wfas this our modern Alexander. this dripping, watery youth? XYas this our new chinchilla coat. so shrunken that it would not belt? But where were his friends, to let him go home alone and unattended? Look at those prostrate forms along the shore. doubled up with laughter, they could not move, could not even take a last look as our modern Alexander sadly wended his way home.-a wiser and sadder man. HARPER JONES.

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