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

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June I Q I 6 R n n du p A n n u a I Went back home again — you see Mr. Rae did not agree. XIX. March again with breezes strong, Looked like wind the whole month long. Track team out to cop the meet. Even chance on dopester ' s sheet. XX. Juniors planned a monster ball. Party, banquet, fun for all — Wind still howling everywhere. Marsh sits in the Senior ' s chair. XXI. Hatless, coatless, without books. Seniors lagged with worried looks All around the lobbies — then Mr. Rae announced the ten. XXII. Maps were being shot each day, Broken cameras hauled away ; Roundup started with a jerk — All the staff was hard at work. XXIII. Saturday came on the first. All the fellows argued and cursed. Just our luck no school that day, And no foolish stunts to play. XXIV. Seniors, Sophomores, had a game — Sophomores had the greatest claim To the long end of the score — Seniors vowed they ' d lose no more. XXV. Ha! A ' acation came at last! Sleep until noon hour is past Was the program every day, We could always live that way. XXVI. Our long rest came to an end. Should have more we all contend. Track team training, rain or shine. Generally a dandy sign. XXVII. May — with many flowers in bloom. With spring fever, was our doom — Marks slipped down to crimson hue, We came back to study too. XX ' III. Juniors beat the Freshies good. Everybody thought they would; Seniors led the Fresh all through, Juniors beat the Sophomores too. XXIX. Poor old Freshmen beat once more. Sophomores won. Fresh pretty sore, Sophomores called it lots of fun. Claimed they had the series won. XXX. Track team worked out every day For the fateful meets in May; Veterans all showed up well, Rest of team — too soon to tell. XXXI. Flowers came in early May, Glad to see them come this way — North Montana ended fine. With the state meet next in line. XXXII. State meet came with lots of fun, Big bunch saw the fellows run ; Our team won no special fame. Always do about the same. XXXIII. Seniors crammed both night and day, ' ith exams a week away ; Class play looked a winner, too. Seniors very nearly through. XXXIV. Seniors passed exams at last, Some were glad that school was past; Juniors worked upon the ball. Seniors said farewell to all. XXXV. Class play and commencement o ' er, Senior students here no more ; Juniors ' banquet — classy spread — Ball a dandy — nearly dead. XXXVI. All is over — Seniors gone. Juniors must be moving on. A ' e ' ll just call this square, I guess. Time to send it to the press. J. I. M. Twenty-

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Juneipid R oundu p Annii al 3rxx X O 00 of I|t0 (Eountry cyl Man Should be as Ready to Sacrifice His Property as His Life Nations, as they exist today, are organization of man — organizations that have been formed for the mutual benefit of the individuals of whom they are composed. The greatest nations are those that have been born in an hour of crisis, a time when a great principle was at stake and there were none but men to uphold it. When a man is a citizen of such a nation, he is bound not only to up- hold his country in time of war or period of peace ; but is bound, by his oath of allegiance, to the principle for which the nation stands. He has given his word; if that be broken, his honor is gone and he may justly be branded a coward. But, as long as men ' s opinions differ, the principles upon which na- tions are founded will be antagonistic. If, by the coercion of events not under the control of human hands, such opposing principles come into open hostility, the men who support those principles should give their lives for the stake involved and for the most part do. Some men, of course, are cads, and when called upon to fight are found wanting. Such men are not worthy of consideration. There are men, however, who would gladly die for their country, but who are continually howling about the high taxes. Such men may be patriots at heart, but they are sadly mistaken ones. All that they have they owe to the government that made their wealth possible, and yet they, whiningly, seek to withhold it. They would give their life-blood for their country, yet would not give their labor-sweat for their nation ' s wel- fare. Their slogan is Millions of lives, but not one cent for defense. Is such a course reasonable? Is it even consistent? No man is truly worthy of the name of citizen unless he be absolutely loyal, — so loyal that an attempt to buy him is worse than an attempt to murder him. If he lives up to that degree of loyalty, it must inevitably follow that every ounce of his power, every fiber of his being, every atom of his manhood will be at the service of that principle for which he and his country stand. Then, both in spirit and in truth, all that he is and has will be so wrapped up in the welfare of his country and its all-pervading principle that he would gladly sacrifice his life and property to the welfare of cause and country. CECIL F. RISTOW, ' 16. T w e n t y - t h 1