Hellgate High School - Halberd Yearbook (Missoula, MT)

Text from Pages 1 - 83 of the 1913 volume:

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May our colors pledges be Yellow for prosperity. White the badge of purity. Nineteen Thirteen! Hail to thee! � II. Lab’ring faithfully and late On the field and in debate. Brought our school to lead the state ; Now we too must graduate. III. For our Alma Mater old Never shall our love grow cold; White and yellow we'll enfold With the purple and the gold. Eoalyn Thomas ’13 Ernest Prescott. “He hath a light head, a very light head—in fact, he is a blond.” Track, 1911-12-13. Basket Ball, 1911 12-13. Captain, T3. President of Sophomore Class. Bitter Root Staff. Classical Course. Hazel Swearingen. To all obliging, yet reserved to all. Girls’ English Club. English Course. Carroll Baker. “For every ‘Why’, he had a ‘Wherefore’ — Knew more than forty of us do. Debate, 1911-12-13. President of Freshman Class. Pres, and Treas. of Senate. Bitter Root Staff. Elective Course. Myrtle May Partnalee. “What sweet delight, the quiet life affords.” Girls’ English Club. Elective Club. —6— Jay Duquette. “Deeds, not words Football, 1911 12. Track.. 1911-12-13. Manager of Football, 1912. Elective Course. Lenore Hemmick. “'Her ways are ways of pleas- antness.'’ Girls’ English Club. Girls’ Glee Club. Latin Course. Henry F. Hayes. “A strappin’ youth, he takes the women’s eye.” Scientific Course. Elizabeth Hershey. “And with her wit there was inwrought A mildly sweet unworldiness of thought.” Girls' English Club. Girls’ Glee Club. Class Poet. Bitter Root Staff. Classical Course. Stuart McHaffie. “TIP applause of listening sen- ate to command.” Track, 1911-12-13. Captain and Relay, 1912. Basketball, 1913. Sec’y. and Pres, of Students’ Association. Debate, 1911-12-13. Editor of 1913 Bitter Root. Classical Course. Georgia F. Knott. “They who know her all agree Extra bright in mind is she. Bitter Root Staff. Elective Course. George W. Jones. “One of the few immortal names, That were not born to die. Track, 1911-12-13. Captain, 1913. Relay. 1911-12. Football, 1910-11-12. Manager, 1911. Baseball, 1909-10. Sec’y. of Senate, 1912. Elective Course. Angie Andrews. “Sincerity is the measure of worth.” Classical Course. —8— Evalyn Thomas. “Her silver voice is the rich music of a summer bird.” Sec’y. and Treas. of Sopho- more and Junior Classes. Sec’y- of Student Association. Girls’ Glee Club. Girls’ English Club. Bitter Root Staff. Classical Course. Helen Elizabeth Shull. “Endowed with sanctity of reason.” Girls’ English Club. Girls’ Glee Club. Bitter Root Staff. Scientific Course. Everett McSpadclen. “A mind not to be changed by place or time.” Football. 1911-12. Captain, 1912. Track, 1911. Treas. of Senior Class. Business Manager of Bitter Root. Scientific Course. Cecile May Carroll. “For she was jes’ the quiet kind Whose natur’s never vary.” Girls’ English Club. Bitter Root Staff. Scientific Course. 9— Paul E. Barden. “To blame a young: man for being- in love, is like chiding: one for being ill.” Vice-Prcs. of Senior Class. Class Prophecy. Scientific Course. Laura Taylor. “Gentle in speech, beneficent in mind.’’ Scientific Course. Bernice I. Berry. “Of all the arts, grert music is the art to raise the soul above all earthly storms. Girls English Club. Bitter Root Staff. Elective Course. Alice Boles. “Her voice was ever soft gentle and lo.v, An excellent thing in woman:' President of Senior Class. English Course. —10 Harold Jones. “Everybody's friend is he Business-like to a high de- gree.” Football. 1912. Sec’y. of Senior Class. Vice-Pres. of Students’ Asso- ciation. Class Administrator. Bitter Root Staff. Classical Course. Audrey W. Crabtree. “Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit.” Girls’ English Club. English Course. Della Hamilton. “Simplicity has an abiding charm.” Girls’ English Club. Girls’ Glee Club. English Course. Florence Lebkicher. “The strongest anchor in the storms of life is the love and confidence of a friend. Cirls’ English Club. Girls’ Glee Club. Elective Course. —11 — Lerov Lebkicher. “For e’en tho’ vanquished, he could argue still.” President of Junior Class. Class Historian. Classical Course. Elva McDaniel. “A lover of learning. And all the sweet serenity of books.” Classical Course. Regina Irene Seifert. “With malice toward none, charity towards all.” Girls' English Club. Girls’ Glee Club. Classical Course. Lillian Longfelt. “Simplicity and truth dwell in her heart. Girls' Glee Club. Classical Course. —12— Lenard F. Cox. He early gained the power to pay His cheerful, self-reliant way.” Scientific Course. Sadie Shaffer. A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance ' Girls’ English Club. English Course. Lawton Beckwith. And of his porte as meke as is a maide.” Classical Course. Helen Long. A peace above all other dig- nities, A still and uuiet conscience.” Girls’ English Club. Classical Course. —13— Burke E. Allen. '“Then lie would talk; Ye gods! how he would talk.” Bitter Root Staff. Classical Course. Ruth Woodford. “I chatter, chatter, as I go.' Girls’ English Club. Elective Course. Alberta R. Stone. “Full of fun and mischief, too.” Girls' English Club. Bitter Root Staff. Classical Course. Francis P. Simpson. “The very pink of courtesy.” Student Representative to S. A. Elective Course. 14 THE WILL OF THE CLASS OF 1913. We, the Senior Class of 1913, of the Missoula County High School, situated in the City of Missoula, County of Missoula, State of Montana, being sound and disposing in mind and memory, do make, publish, proclaim and declare this to be our last Will and Testament, and we do further proclaim and declare any other Will made by us to be invalid and illegal. The Class does, jointly, hereby bequeath the following, to-wit: First. Thanks and best wishes to Mr. Ketcham, who has gladly and willingly helped us in all our class affairs, and whose strong hand and untiring patience have guided us through our last year. And our appreciation for his good work in putting the High School upon a firmer basis than it was when he came. Second. To our loving Teachers, the Faculty, our sincere regrets that we must leave their kind guardianship, and thanks for the many high grades they intended for us, but which we never received. Third. To the Junior Class our place as Seniors and our old shoes, on the sacred oath, that they wear them during the year of 1914 with the same renown and dignity as we have during the present year. Moreover, we do hereby, separately bequeath the following: First. Our worthy president, Miss Alice Boles, does hereby bequeath to the president of the next Senior Class, her re- markable ability to direct a class meeting along anything but Parliamentary procedure. Second. Stuart McHaffie does hereby bequeath to Morse Hoiles his ability to debate, and to the editor of the next Bitter Root his record of not losing his patience, or of using profane language during staff meetings. Third. Henry Hayes does hereby bequeath his high moral character to Clinton Hester, better known as “Ark. Fourth. Ernest Prescott does hereby bequeath his charm- ing smile to Elizabeth Hershey. Fifth. Regina Irene Seifert and Elva McDaniel do hereby bequeath to the Museum of Antiquity their winning ways and their graceful forms. Sixth. Mr. Samuel Leroy Lebkicher does hereby bequeath to Pompeian Massage Cream his clear, rosy and beautiful com- plexion. Seventh. Georgia Knott and Cecile Carroll, the most ex- cellent and worthy assistants of the manager of the Bitter Root, do hereby .bequeath to the past their forced and hasty exit from the establishment of John M. Lucy Sons. Eighth. Mr. Carroll Baker does hereby bequeath to the Montana Mattress Company the annual harvest from his long pompadour. Ninth. The Misses Angie Andrews, Della Hamilton, Helen Long, Lenore Hcmmick, Laura Taylor, Sadie Shaffer and Lillian Longfelt, do hereby bequeath their Howe’s Handbooks of Parlia- mentary Procedure to Doctor David L. Lever. Tenth. Mr. Willard Chauncy Oilcloth Jones does hereby —15— bequeath to Gertrude Farley the remnants of the sweaters she has worn out for him. Eleventh. Alberta Stone, does hereby bequeath to John McGough the peace and quietude of his assembly period, which she has always seen fit to destroy by her pranks . Twelfth. Florence Lebkicher does hereby bequeath her angelic beauty, and also her excellent dramatic ability, to Hazel Swearingen. Thirteenth. Paul Barden does hereby bequeath to Elna Peterson the good time he had on March twenty-first, and to the prophet of the Class of 1914. his keen and truthful insight into the future. Fourteenth. Myrtle Parmalee does hereby bequeath to Audrey Crabtree her knowledge concerning fungus, ferns, and such foolishness as taught by Miss Jamieson. Fifteenth. Miss Evalyn Thomas does hereby bequeath to the darkness many empty cases of that which “Made Milwaukee Famous,” and to Eva Vandorn, her captivating ways. Sixteenth. Everett McSpadden, that honest and upright treasurer of the Senior Class, does hereby bequeath to sweet memories the good times he has had at the expense of the Class of 1913. Seventeenth. Ruth Woodford, the charming little prima donna, does hereby bequeath her fiery tongue and cutting sar- casm to Miss James, to be used by her in subduing some of her rebellious Latians. Eighteenth. Helen Shull does hereby bequeath to the Alumni the hard time she has had in gathering their addresses for the Annual. Nineteenth. Foster Cox does hereby bequeath his vast knowledge of Nothing and the Land of Nowhere to Lawton Beckwith. Twentieth: Bernice Berry does hereby bequeath to the Honorable Doctor T. Roy Hazelrigg her vast induced knowledge of the realm of Electricity. Twenty-first. Mr. Francis Hiram Simpson does hereby be- queath his title. Lord Simple Simon, to Leo Morgan. Twenty-second. Burk Allen, our most excellent artist, does hereby bequeath to the rubbish pile his seal for the Bitter Root Annual. Twenty-third. Jay Duquette does hereby bequeath to Wesley Williams, his great size and strength. Twenty-fourth. Harold Jones does hereby bequeath to all those herein mentioned, the many sleepless nights, much worry, and the high bills for the so-called Midnight Oil, with the hopes they will be pleased with at least having been mentioned. We name as executors of this Will, Carrollins Cassius Julius Baker and the Lord of Esterfield, Everett McSpadden, as they are old enough to understand such things as Wills, and as they expect to be here long enough to see that it is properly carried out. In Witness WMiereof, we have set our hand and seal this twentv-eighth dav of May, nineteen hundred and thirteen. (Signed) ' CLASS OF 1913. Harold Jones, Administrator. —16— CLASS PROPHECY. Twenty years have passed into history since that memorable occasion in the year nineteen hundred thirteen, when thirty-six graduates of the Missoula High School were thrust upon society. They are now scattered to many parts of the earth and have met with varied successes. A few have acquired fame, others fortunes, and some have lived lives merely in simple usefulness and sobriety. There is one of whom we may well be proud to boast as a former classmate, the star of Grand Opera, Evalyn Thomas. In her high school days she was known about the country as the “Hellgate Canary.” Her present celebrity is the result of years of hard and faithful effort, not unmixed with decided natural ability. She has fulfilled the fondest hopes of her friends and of herself, and enjoys the distinction of being unrivalled in Europe and America. Two others of the class have reaped full sheaves of fame and fortune, but in a somewhat different branch of art. Florence Lebkicher and Bernice Berry, following the vocation which was always their ambition, have become prominent actresses on a vaudeville circuit. Their home is a palatial residence on a pea- nut farm in Louisiana, where they enjoy the privilege of mock- ing at the high cost of living. In the neighboring wild and woolly state of Texas resides very Skinny Simpson. Skinny, you will remember, even in his youthful years, revealed decided tendencies toward a career in the manly art. He has since developed his natural cleverness with his dukes, and has stowed away the best of them in the paper-weight class. At present he claims the honor of its un- disputed championship. In the line of politics, it has devolved upon a woman to bring us honor. Since the universal adoption of equal suffrage, Helen Long has become wonderfully active in governmental af- fairs. Only recently she gained a decided victory over her seem- ingly more brilliant opponent, Carroll Baker, in the congres- sional elections. The result was a surprise to all, as Mr. Baker is generally regarded as one of the most brilliant lawyers and politicians in the country. In a recent statement, Mr. Baker accredited his achievements to the benefits he derived as a mem- ber of the debating team of M. H. S. Perhaps this accounts also for the success of his team-mate, Stuart McHaffie. Stuart is undoubtedly the greatest orator since the Seventeenth century. His fiery tongue, coupled with a hypnotic personality, produces an effect which would have made Burke, Webster or Bryan green with envy. You may be somewhat surprised to learn of the fate of Henry Hayes. Henry is married. Furthermore, he enjoys the fortune of being the blushing bridegroom of Helen Shull. Some time ago they happened to be at Long Beach (previous to hitch- ing). Fate kindly provided a beautiful romance for the two, in which Henry heroically rescued his almost forgotten schoolmate from a terrible, watery grave. That was in 1928 (leap-year)— and so they were married. They are now enjoying a life of ease and comfort, thanks to Henry’s Opulence. —17— A year or so ago I happened to be in a little town in south- ern Colorado, and, wanting for amusement, I attended a circus billed for that afternoon. And as I sat on the hot benches list- lessly gazing at the performance, I was surprised and inexpress- ibly delighted to recognize, in the person of an antic clown, no other than Jay Duquette. I hesitated to believe my eyes; but I was positive that it was he,—I would have recognized his hide hanging upon a pole. After the show I revealed myself to him, and for the rest of the afternoon we .swapped reminiscences. He told me of a few of our graduates of whom I had lost track. Burke Allen, he said, had applied for work in the circus, but soon left to begin the study of theology, which seemed to be his inevitable fate. At the time I received the information, he was pastor of a church in a little negro village in the South. Upon my inquiry concerning Foster Cox I was pleased to hear that the old boy was doing well. He was employed by the Hinds Co., peddling their patented face cream. Then Jay produced from an inner pocket a business card which, he informed me, the owner gave him in Kansas City. On it was printed: “Lawton A. Beckwith, Expert Chiropodist.”—I asked no questions. Speaking of such a pitiable circumstance reminds me of the sad fate of our esteemed class president, Alice Boles. The stu- pendous responsibilities connected with her official position, especially her duties in the chair, weighed upon her mind until she lost entirely the use of her mentality. Year in and year out she sits with a copy of Howe’s Handbook of Parliamentary Usage continually before her, poring over its pages. You remember Everett McSpadden,—Mac is conducting a vigorous campaign against the present system of education and the housefly. He declares that they are evils of the same class and should be exterminated. With him, among those who possess marked tendencies of initiative, I would mention our alumni in England, Irene Seifert, Myrtle Parmalee, and Lenore Hemmick. They are devoting their entire lives and energies in the hopeless cause of militant suffragism—militant in its extreme literal sense. Indeed, they have become well known as a result of their spectacular antics. But of the class in general we may well be proud. One of the most noted essayists of the present day is Elizabeth Hershey. Her works are to be seen in all the current, periodical literature, and in a recent number of Life she cleverly discusses the leading question of the hour, “Who put the Ham on Hamlet?” Less than five years after Ernest Prescott started on the path of life, he made a wonderful invention which assured him a place in the annals of scientific history. By it he was awarded the great Noble prize for that year. The invention, itself, is a small, complicated device which he is pleased to call a “potato- bug extirpator.” You have undoubtedly heard of the famous Italian artist, Spiget. Lilian Longfelt is his model, and has, indirectly, been an important factor in the winning of his fame. Spiget’s repro- ductions of her likeness are to be seen in every art collection and j yen.pld M. H. S. owns one as a souvenir in her memory. In the natural course of human events, we would expect at —18— rr- least a few to choose a profession as instructors—and so it is. Georgia Knott and Cecil Carrol are in South America, near the Amazon, teaching the natives in their vicinity the rudiments of civilization. Let us hope they are enjoying themselves. It is a noble work. In Mexico is a colony of members of a new sect—a new faith founded upon the teachings and inspirations of Angie Andrews. Angie is the champion of the cause and numbers among her converts a few of her former classmates. Della Hamilton and Audrey Crabtree fell for the new and attractive doctrine like ducks for water. (Pipe that simile). Willard Jones has followed a somewhat different career from any of the rest. After his brilliant record as an athlete in high school he added still more laurels to his name at Yale and later at the Olympic games in France, where he established a record for the quarter that has never since been approached. He has been, for the past few years, coach of the Riverside High School. Of all those thirty-six members of the class, only three are yet in Missoula. Sadie Shaffer is one, and she has become the society leader of the city, with teas and balls in the “game of precedence with her neighbors.” Ruth Woodford (small, but O my!) is serving at the old Minute Lunch, of which all the boys have fond memories. The Minute is still noted for its hamburgers—and waitresses. Ruth has upheld its reputation for the last ten years, but it is rumored that she has other plans for the rest of her life, for she intends to quit soon. We can draw but one conclusion—someone has fallen for that smile. The third one who remained in the old town is Leroy Lebkicher. His life has been a sad one. From the first he has lived in wastefulness of his intellectual abilities and in the full indulgence of his “spontaneity.’’ Alberta Stone lived in Missoula until about five years ago, when she journeyed to De Smet to join her other half. Her name now is Mrs. Pucunini—something—or—other. Mrs. P. wields a pick and cuts the grass on section No. Nine of the N. P. R. R. Of the rest of the class I know less. Elva McDaniel is, at present, private secretary to the president of the Women’s National League. Hazel Swearingen is living a quiet life in Woonsocket, Texas,—that is, figuratively quiet, for she has a host of youngsters continually at her feet. I have not heard of Laura Taylor for two or three years, but at that time she was editing a “Heart to Heart” column in the Missoula Sentinel. There is only one member of whom I have not spoken,— Harold Jones—chiefly known as being related to his brother. After a period of unsuccessful rivalry with Stuart McHaffie, he worked his way abroad in the vain endeavor to forget his troubles. In turn he tried various occupations, and eventually landed at the Iowa State Penitentiary—as gate keeper of that efficient establishment. Well may the world rejoice that it can boast such an insti- tution as the Missoula High School, with its annual output, as it were, of those as well fitted to wage the battle of life and pro- mote the well-being of society as were the several members of the class of nineteen-thirteen. -19- CLASS HISTORY. Truth, crushed to earth, even though it has been held there for almost four years by the combined weight of thirty-six dig- nified SENIORS, has risen again; and now, in spite of all our trouble, it confronts us in more hideous proportions than ever. For proud and arrogant as we may be; however self-satisfied and self-important we appear, the unavoidable fact remains that once, not very long ago, we were a motley, awkward and shuffling herd of fearful, apologetic sheep, exemplified only in our loved ones of the present, the FRESHMEN. Yes— FRESHMEN we were, once; we were not always SENIORS, dear undergraduates, but we have passed through all the stages of evolutional develop- ment in which you now find yourselves; we, too, have been FRESHMEN, SOPHOMORES and JUNIORS. We are now almost at the close of four happy, profitable years in high school. There is very little here that remains before us; it is now for us to turn our eyes momentarily backwards; to bring up once again the scenes through which we have passed; the troubles and pleasures which have comforted us in the short four years that we have spent here. Although several of our members have been willed to us by classes who entered previously, the loss, for the most part, made its apologetic entry in the fall of the year 1909. Our feelings, when we first became connected with the school, can best be described by the words of Addison: “Speechless with wonder, and half dead with fearU—a mix- ture of curiosity, wonder and terror for the much-famed tortures which awaited us. The entrance, however, was not so fearful ae we had imagined it would be; we all escaped alive and unhurt, though perhaps a trifle humiliated. And once safely within the gates, you may rest assured, our first two years were exceedingly quie.t ones. So long as we were unmolested by others, we would have been the last ones to stir up trouble of our own accord. Perfectly willing, we were, to allow others to manage school activities, although several of our classmates distinguished them- selves in athletics and in other ways greatly to our credit. Dur- ing our FRESHMAN year, our president was Marie Gibson, who has since been obliged to leave us. During our second year Ernest Prescott, who has since so distinguished himself in ath- letics, had the helm. It was in this year, with no discredit to us, that the thrilling croton oil escapade was “pulled off.” Perhaps the less said about the affair, the better; we merely mention it. The showing we made at a “circus”, given by the school in that year, and especially the vim with which we entered the FRESH- MEN initiation, inflicted upon the present JUNIORS, adds very much to our fame and honor. IN our JUNIOR year, we began to assume some importance in school acairs. We felt keenly the responsibility resting upon us and realized to the full extent the fact that without us the whole school system would inevitably be a failure. We realized also that it was our solemn duty to give the then SENIORS a “Prom” which had never before been equalled. And to accom- plish this, we realized that we must have the “wherewithall” to —20— finance such a tremendous undertaking-. After several plans had been considered, only to be thrown aside, and after several efforts had been made fruitlessly, our remarkable talent and ability for hard work finally resulted in “THE GOLDEN PRINCESS’5, which was a great success. The “Prom” which we gave that year was in every way a success; and when our third year was completed, we felt satisfied that we had done all that could be required of us. This brings us down to the last year “sojourn”, as it were, in school affairs. We felt keenly the responsibility resting upon and now we stand almost ready to graduate. Yet, during the four years that we have spent here, what great good we have derived, not only from our books, but from our associations with each other and with our teachers! There is surely no one among us who can say he has spent his time here unprofitably! And we have not been here without leaving our stamp upon the school. Among our number may be found those who have dis- tinguished themselves admirably in athletics—captains and man- agers of teams that have brought everlasting fame and glory to the Missoula High School—men who are heroes in the athletic world! Among our number may be found silver-tongued ora- tors—debaters, who will some day be statesmen, congressmen and governors of states! The records made by some of us will never be surpassed. With our high school career, we may be well satisfied, for we have done well—VERY WELL! CLASS POEM. A poem is a wondrous thing, Beloved by all, I wot! It need not history’s facts recall, It need not tell the truth at all. Nor must it have a plot. Since ’tis not mine to prophesy, I will a medley write, Of what we have in High School learned. And whether it has been well-earned. These things I will recite. So very wise I have become, In order to arrange The many thots I would express, And give to each its proper stress, The meter I must change. Tell me not, that hateful Numbers, In the grades were left behind! For in High School, too, they greet us, Tho in different forms, we find. —21— Here they show themselves as angles, Circles, squares, and such as these; Parallelograms and prisms, And as X’s, Y’s and Z’s. What surely is no joke, Is our English as she’s spoke; I should smile! If perfection you’d attain, You must work with might and main All the while. If you are on culture bent, Then don't say “He hasn't went ; Without doubt All slang is very wrong. If with the teachers you’d be strong, Cut it out. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I studied, weak and weary, Over many a History’s pages, filled with deeds and days of yore. Suddenly I thought with sorrow ; “all will be forgot to-morrow— All this great and mighty learning on which now we set such store; All this vast and noble learning on which now we set such store. Will be a nightmare, nothing more.” The flowers that bloom in the Spring, tra la. Must even be dragged into school, For we have to know all of their parts, tra la. And ruthlessly tear out their hearts, tra la. And all, in accordance with rule. So that’s what I mean when I say or I sing “O bother the flowers that bloom in the Spring— Those flowers that bloom in the Spring.’’ Speak ! speak! thou fearful theme! Physics, disturber of my dream. Why. with thy dreadful gleam Comest to daunt me? When I would’st pleasure find. Thou comest into my mind; So life becomes a grind! Why dost thou haunt me? Latin, the language of ancients, the tongue of the Gauls and the Trojans, How you’ve made joyful and gladdened the students of all of the ages! Caesar the warrior, we’ve studied. —22— and Cicero the statesman mighty, Too, of the pious Aeneas, who brought the Penates to Italy, Also our locks have been whitened with care, too, our brows have been furrowed, But not in vain, for we'll need you, when our course on earth has been ended. While the boys are striving ’long practical lines, And doing their best to manipulate tools, The girl.1; are as steadfastly turning their minds, To scissors and thimbles and needles and spools ; For men must saw, and women must sew; ’Tis a rule we must follow, as thru life we go. So we may as well be learning. Wenn in Deutsch das Fraulein speak “Wie geht’s” or how are yon to-day? And then I feel like one big freak And her I answer “Nicht versteh”. Then all at once “Ach!—I you get Alretty yet:—alretty yet.” Hush! Who lies here so silent and so still? A frog, to fortune and to fame unknown ; Fair Science bended all things to her will. And Zoology marked him for her own. And now!— Good-bye, everybody! good-bye, everything! Farewell dear old High School, A fond farewell we bring. We don't think thirtccn's unlucky. As we've oft been told, Here’s a toast that we’ll e’er cherish To purple and to gold, Good-bye everybody—may our friends always be Proud and glad to remember The class 1-9-1-3. Elizabeth Hershey '13 One of the most enjoyable events of the school year was the picture exhibit, given to raise money to purchase pictures for the school. It took place on the evenings of the 20th, 21st and 22d of November, and on the afternoon of the 23d. During the exhibit, the girls served chocolate and wafers and sold candy in Miss Johnson’s room, which was decorated with pine boughs and red berries. The girls not only secured more money for the purchasing of the school pictures, but also lent an air of sociability to the occasion. As a result of the whole enterprise $113 was cleared, with which “Hope,” the “Chariot Race,” “The Reading of Honor, a relief of the “Aurora” and a bust of Lincoln were purchased. —23— CLASS OF 1914 At the time of its entrance into the Missoula High School, the class of 1914 numbered over one hundred, the largest Fresh- man class that had ever entered the institution. In honor of this addition to the school, the upper classmen prepared an elaborate initiation, which is still vividly remembered by all Juniors. Some recall the obstacles in the path of their progress to the assembly hall, the barriers they had to climb, the tunnel with its red pepper that they had to wiggle through and the shocking sensation of shaking hands with the two cordial members of the reception committee who were charged with electricity. All proudly recollect the “stunts” that were performed after reach- ing the assembly room. Although the initiation was an exceptionally brilliant event, the feature of most permanent importance was the Freshman Literary Society, an absolutely original innovation. At each of the regular meetings an interesting program of orations and music was given, establishing these on a firm basis in the school, which hitherto had been almost ignorant in these two branches. During the winter, an elaborate banquet was held by the society in the lower hall, causing many attempts at petty thieving among the hoggish upper classmen, one of whom was caught on a window ledge while attempting to enter the building by a ladder which was removed without his knowledge. In marked contrast with the brilliant Freshman year, the Sophomore year was characterized by the burial of class spirit. The pall bearers were the officers, the rest of the class apparently being unconcerned about its demise. In spite of the decease of the Sophomore spirit on the pre- vious year, the Junior class was well supplied with it at the opening of school. For some weeks, Junior affairs floated on with a serenity peculiar to that class, which was suddenly dis- turbed by the campaigning for class offices. The popular pref- erence expressed itself in the election of the best set of officers that ever graced the Junior or any other class. Their confidence in their president, John Patterson, was amply justified, when, but a few weeks after his election, he called a meeting to de- liberate upon methods of avoiding the financial shoals which his experienced eye saw far in the future. After a long and heated debate, it was decided to give a Halloween carnival. The class succeeded in separating the gullible public from over seventy-five dollars, which is to be used to entertain the Seniors with the best banquet and “Prom that have ever been given to a class graduating from this school. Throughout the entire year the Junior class has manifested its revived spirit. This, together with the remarkable athletic and declamatory ability of many of its members, will make a Senior class next year, which will long be remembered by the Missoula High School and excelled only bv the famous class of 1913. —24— James Friauf 14 THE CLASS OF 1914 CLASS OF 1915 LEWINA AINSWORTH High and mighty Seniors, take notice; Juniors, lend us your ears; Freshmen, listen with awe. We, the Sophomores, are speaking and when we ope our lips we utter words of wisdom, for we have outgrown the baby age, overcome our ‘‘greenness” and mastered our “freshness.” Our heads are not filled with fusses and fancies for proms, plays and such foolishness. We have not yet reached the degree of swell-head and egotism that the Seniors have attained. We speak with a clear head and an unbiased opinion. Following in the steps of our beloved hero, Benjamin Franklin, we will give a modest account of ourselves. We, as Freshmen, entered high school on September, 1911. We organized our class and started out with a “Russel” that was recognized all over school. We were duly initiated and our initiation was one of the events of the year. Not only did we prove stars in track, but if I remember rightly, it was our little “Peter” who walked off with the gold medal before the aston- ished eyes of nine other schools in the Dixon “Declams.” Yes, even as Freshmen we were “some class.” Enough for our past—in our present we are still more glorious. In September of 1912 we were auspiciously acclaimed Sophomores. So great was our fame that even the Seniors and Juniors tried to gain admittance to our class (at our election times). During the winter we gave a sleigh-ride, a brilliant suc- cess, even surpassing the one arranged for (?) by the Senior class. But I will not go into detail, for a detailed account would fill volumes. To test the strength of the class basketball teams, a set of games were held. Seniors against Freshmen and Sopho- mores against the Juniors. The Seniors and Sophomores came out victors. Then, to decide championship another game was scheduled; knowing their strength the Sophs quaked and re- fused to appear. However, in order not to forfeit the honor entirely, the girls of our class prevailed upon the team to meet the mighty Seniors and we were ignominiously defeated. So the Sophomore class lost the basketball championship of the M. H. S. Yes, unsophisticated followers, it is well for you to tread in our footsteps and profit by our example. Worthy Juniors and Seniors, stop amid your plans for “proms”, graduation “duds”, diplomas and troubles to bow to us who have honored and always will honor “Missoula County High.” -26- THE CLASS OF 1915 CLASS OF 1916. Louis Lansing—President. Scott Murphy—Vice President. Elna Peterson—Sec’y. and Treas. David Lever—Faculty Rep. The verdant class, eighty strong, entered school last September and immediately made themselves known for their ignorance. They took little part in school activities. If it had not been for their officers and Mr. Maddox, they would not have been recognized by their superiors as a part of the insti- tution. However, as the Freshman year wanes, the green is wearing off, and if they follow our gener- ous and valuable advice, they will enter school next fall well prepared to assume the burdens of a high school student. We recommend the use of any of the following standard concoctions, and guarantee that, if said prescriptions, are liberally used, the “Frosh” will be the leading class in the school next year: Castoria. Paregoric. Mellin’s Food. Eagle Brand Milk. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup. Crosby's Vitalized Phosphites. Horlick’s Malted Milk. Foley's Tar and Honey. —28 - FACU LTY We had a picture of the faculty taken, hut as it Was taken on a Monday and ac- cording to the calendar Monday follows Sunday, they were in no mood to have a good sitting. Principal G. A. Ketch am _____________ -..........P . A. History A. M. Millspaugh..................... M. A. Bertha Simpson........................A. B. Latin Margaret James........................B. A. German Edna Levenberger.....................Ph. B. English Mabel Rich...........................Ph. B. Margaret Ronan........................B. A. Alice Wright........,....-............B. A. Public Speaking David Lever_______________________ B. A. Mathematics M. A. Smith....................... B. S. Hannah Book...........................B. A. Domestic Science May Johnson................................ Art Anna Carter ..........................B. S. Manual Training V. V. Logan................................. Physical Director John McGough.........................B. A. Physics '1'. R. Ilazelrigg.................. B. S. Science Elva Jamieson .................. B. S. —THE WOMEN OF 1923— To a man who has spent ten years of his life in the wilds of Alaska and northern Canada, civilization affords a great many pleasures. This was my thought as I took the train at Bing, enroute for my old school town, the scene of my early education. When 1 was comfortably seated in the smoker, I let my mind wander in a retrospection of past joys and catastrophies, and naturally old high school experiences predominated. Reminis- cences of all the balls and parties, the halls gaily decorated with purple and gold, or with class colors suspended from beam to beam of the ceiling, presented themselves vividly in the smoke of my cigar. In this scene appeared the faces of the different girls. On these I reflected long, calling to memory the delicate little gestures, the dainty lady-like mannerisms, and the charming ab- horrence of anything rude or boisterous. Those were the sweet- est of memories. Then came the pictures of the gridiron, where I had heard the approving shriek of many a timid maiden when- ever I had made a rib-cracking smash into the solid ranks of the enemy. Had it not been for that anxious feminine face in the bleachers I would have allowed myself to be borne off the field long before my last ounce of brute strength had expired. What were cracked ribs and black eyes with that face mutely appeal- ing to me from between the goal posts? Now I was going back to see another such game, the Thanks- giving championship game of 1923. In the midst of my deep revery I descended from the train at my destination. As it was rather late, I had no chance to visit old landmarks, so I hunted a hotel. I was out early the next morning taking in the points of interest. There were a great number of new improvements, but I was constantly reminded, by some spot or out-of-date building, of the pleasure-laden days of my youth. After dinner I wandered out to the high school, which now held its sessions in the old University building, since the consolidation of all the higher in- stitutions of the State at Bozeman. After all, things didn’t look as natural as I had expected. Following the crowd that seemed to spring up suddenly, 1 soon found myself at the gymnasium seeking a seat in the well —31— filled bleachers. I managed to squeeze in between a pair of very inoffensive looking youths bearing banners and colors. When I felt that I was securely seated, I looked the crowd over with more attention to details. The occupants of the grandstand were mostly boys, but not the kind that I had grown up with. Each was decked with pennants and ribbons, which was perfectly legitimate. But the clothes! Here I rubbed my spectacles vig- orously. No, I was not mistaken. They wore high lace collars, supported by celluloid stays, the exposed edges of white vests were embroidered with silk, and the bottoms of the shapeless trousers were fringed with golden rope-lace. I leaned back, closed my eyes and snorted in disgust. Hooking around again, thoroughly calloused as to what would meet my eyes next, I saw my two girlish looking companions cringing away from me as if I were a green-eyed monster, their soft faces shining disapproval thru their artificial complexions. I straightened up; I didn’t care what happened next, I was disgusted. I could not help feeling a surge of thankfulness that my school days had come at a period before the decline of American manhood. I was aroused by shrieks and ’rahs from my refined com- panions, anouncing the appearance of the teams. I thought that I was shock-proof until my eyes fell upon those football teams. A score and a half of husky looking, well disciplined girls loped proudly and pretentiously out on the gridiron. My credulity suffered a relapse. T viciously shoved my spectacles into my pocket and rested my throbbing head upon my hands, thinking that the illusion would soon pass. But it was of no use; when I looked up they were still there. As my composure slowly returned, I took in the costume of the contestants with no little interest. All wore burnt leather headguards, large enough to cover immense masses of neatly dressed hair; lightly padded gymnasium suits with tennis shoes completed the uniforms. There were two bulging pockets in each blouse, which I guessed contained cosmetics, as the partici- pants had lost nothing in color. A shrill whistle announced the beginning of the game. A chamois skin football was gingerly placed on an immaculate silk handkerchief in the center of the field. At the signal, it received a tender and maidenly kick, rose gracefully for the space of a second or two, and fell with brutal precision into the arms of the enemy’s most vicious looking blond. With savage threats and extended arms the locals were upon her, and she was borne mercilessly to the ground before she had gained a yard. A dis- cordant concert of owlish screeches rose from the bleachers about me. I was seized by a mad desire to clap my hand over one of those puny, ornamental faces, but my self respect came to their rescue. When the harmony ceased, I heard the admirable blond cry out: Oh dear! Mr. Referee, do stop the game, my coiffure is dreadfully disarranged.” After this was remedied by the aid of a small pocket mirror, and something invisible to those in the grandstand had been applied to her abused cheeks by means of a dainty piece of chamois skin, the game was resumed. Both sides lined up with stern determination, and all grimly —32— placed their knuckles upon the damp, repulsive earth. At the end of a long and unintelligible series of Greek signals, greatly resembling a Chinese funeral sermon, the ball was dexterously passed toward the little quarter-back. It missed her entirely, but the valiant huskies in .the lineup skilfully avoided any form of collision. The enemy’s full-back, a little brunette, made a furious dash after the ball, and, absolutely ignoring her stainless blouse, cast herself heroically upon the chamois skin. This highly commendable deed called forth viper-like hisses from the effeminate sidelines. However, the enthusiasm of the enemy was greatly increased by this self-sacrificing action, and, with one exception, they eyed the little full-back in open admiration. That exception, the haughty blond, was standing motionless, gazing serenely at the distant landscape. In the soul of this arrogant creature, she had aroused a spark of jealousy. Another graceful lineup, another precisely accurate pass, and the game was resumed in all it’s thrilling excitement. This time the doughty little brunette received the ball squarely against her headguard, caught it at the summit of it’s first bound, and began a praiseworthy marathon for the distant goal posts, while the terrible blond formed an exceedingly successful interference for nearly a yard. At the end of this decisive gain, the two phe- nomenal stars unavoidably collided, and the dilated chamois skin rolled to earth. In the melee that necessarily followed, the blond murderously pinched the little brunette in a very underhanded manner. Every heart in the grandstand sympathetically fell down and rolled over as the victim of this barbarous atrocity slipped to the ground in a semi-conscious condition. At this dramatic point a tail, tremulous, white-faced youth arose from the bleachers and hurried to the scene, bearing a cut glass pitcher of distilled spring water. Recklessly tearing the lace from his cuffs, he sponged the young lady’s face very tenderly with the liquid and fanned her back to life with his own em- broidered handkerchief, finishing with a very skillful application of Colgate’s “Eternal Beauty.” Meanwhile the repulsive deed had been traced to its source. All the participants were shocked and all drew away from the blond traitor in awestricken silence. The culprit drew herself up to her full six feet in sullen defiance, and began: “I don’t care one bit. She’s not in my sorority, and I’d do it again, so there!” Then, being fully aware that the sport could not be con- tinued without her, she deliberately put an end to the season’s championship game by stalking majestically from the field. And they called this Woman’s Rights! And this was the outcome of that movement I had so enthusiastically supported in my unthinking youth. This emancipation of woman was far too miraculous for my rusty intellect to comprehend. Alaska was the only place for me. I placed my spectacles upon the bleachers, got upon them with both feet, and hysterically held aloft my round-trip ticket. PAUL R. SIMPSON, ’14. —33— —PIONEER LUCK— “Pete, please hurry up the horses. We'll soon get so far behind we can’t reach the other wagons,” said Mrs. Thomas, peering anxiously out of the prairie schooner. “It’s hard luck, but we’ll have to make the best of a bad thing now. Were already too far back to catch up,” Pete an- swered, nevertheless urging the horses on. Mr. Thomas had gone to Montana in 1868, leaving his wife and children in Wisconsin until he should have a home prepared for them. Hearing of the emigrant train which was to set out for the West the following spring, he had sent word to his family to join it. ❖ The band of travelers had at last started forth, fifty wagons strong, Mrs. Thomas and her two children being under the im- mediate protection of Pete Hanson, a former neighbor. Because of the Indians, it was neecssary that there should be a large train and that they keep together. Unfortunately, however, when they had been on the road about eight weeks, one of Pete’s horses had stumbled, and, in the sudden forward lurch had broken his harness. While Pete was repairing the damage, the other wagons went on, leaving his far behind. Mrs. Thomas, fearing for her children, had been urging Pete continu- ally to hurry. Now, at his statement, she resigned herself to fate, hoping almost against hope that the Indians, the dread of every emigrant, would not attack them. She had stationed her- self in front of the wagon in order to watch ceaselessly for some sign of attack as they went over plains and hills, forests and canyons. Early in the evening, her far-seeing eyes perceived an ever- growing speck in the distance. It resolved itself at last, into a horseman—a half-breed, who rode up to them just as they had reached a cross-road and were wondering which one to take. “Don't take the right hand road,” he said, “a brother of the chief has been killed, and the Indians, blaming the white man, have sworn vengeance. They are on the war path to kill all white men. It will not set you back to take this other way, for the roads are but a short distance apart, and come together again after a few miles. Take the left road; the Indians are coming on the right.” Fearing treachery Pete answered that he would take the right hand road anyway. “Sorry, then ; but if you are going to do that, at least build no fire during the night,” the man answered and rode on. Pete thought the matter over, decided that the man must have had friendly intentions, else he would not have warned them about the fire, and took the left hand road. When dark- ness came on, they drew the wagon up among the trees and pre- pared for the night. They were aroused about midnight by wild whoops and the noise of tramping feet, about a quarter of a mile away. The Indians indeed going by on the right hand road, but, thanks to the warning, the little party, though very much frightened, was safe. -34— The next morning' they started out again. They had not gone far, however, when a small band of Indians galloped up, seized the horses by the bridles and stopped them. Half sense- less with terror the poor travelers sank helplessly back against the wagon seat. On this dreary mountain roadway what could they do to protect themselves? To their surprise, however, in- stead of killing them, the leader merely demanded matches. When these were given he said: “Give bread.” It was quickly done. Then one of the number pointed to Pete’s shirt and then to himself, repeating the motion several times, growing more insistent each time. “What shall I do?” he asked Mrs. Thomas. “I don’t want to give up my clothes.” “Grant their demands before they take the things by force,” she answered. Accordingly Pete gave up his shirt and other articles of dress. While he was doing this Mrs. Thomas noticed that two of the Indians walked around the schooner and horses, examined them carefully, and then talked earnestly together. These, she guessed, would be their next demand. She was in despair. Suddenly a thought struck her. She climbed inside the wagon, reappearing almost immediately with a large bundle. The Indians looked on in amazement, wonder- ing what they were to receive. The artful woman stood silent a moment, then drawing back a cloth from the face of a little girl, suffering from measles, she uttered the words, “smallpox.” The effect was more than she expected. With wild whoops of terror the Indians turned and fled, and the little group, again thanking “Pioneer luck” for their escape, went on to the end of their journey in safety. ALBERTA STONE. ’13. A FAMOUS VICTORY. I. The high school doors were open wide, A few had passed within, Their usual daily studies there Preparing to begin. But outside, grouped upon the green Some striking students could be seen. II. Said one of these, “The loyalty That we feel for our boys Exceeds the power of language, aqd Must be expressed in noise. A car ride’s not too much,” said he, “For such a famous victory.” III. Forthwith the celebrating crowd To th’ Company’s office raced They thronged the sidewalk, filled the room; The manager rose in haste. Said he, “The day dawned bright and warm, Is this an equinoctial storm?” ; -35- IV. “It’s onr debate with Butte ’ one cried, “Who last night met defeat. For many a past inglorious rout We wreaked a vengeance sweet.” “Of course I was not there,” said he, “But ’twas a famous victory.” V. The fares were paid, the start was made, There ne’er had been such sport. With clanging gong and whistling strong They headed for the Fort. The city could not help but see That ’twas a famous victory. VI. Strange, is it not, that they who thus Obedience defied Should straightway to an Army Post Where it is deified? What cared they for consistency? Z It was a famous victory. VII. But consciences awoke ere long, Enthusiasm paled, And some themselves, with anguish saw. Suspended, fired or jailed. ’Tis sad, indeed, such things must be, After a famous victory. VIII. And some there were whose punishment If meted too severe, Would make their work too difficult And put them back a year. But things like that you know must be, At every famous victory. IX. The celebrators each received A short, enforced vacation, And no one gained aught by it but The street car corporation. And so it always is, you see, With every famous victory. —EVAEYN THOMAS, T3. On March 24th Dr. Bolton, of the University, addressed the school on the subject, “Spontaneity of Life.” —36— THE VICTORY “O, Dolly !” called the big guard, as she hurried across the campus toward the gym, “wait a minute.” Dolly, the tall center, waited, and the two girls entered the gym together, deep in their one topic in common, basketball. Dolly was the captain of the Bradley Hall team, and Freckles, as the big guard was good-naturedly called, was manager. “We got the last reports to-day,” Freckles said, giving a joyous little jump.” We play Brighton next Friday, for sure. Gee! Won’t we show them what we’re made of, though!” and she made a dive for Edith, her fellow guard, who was busy tying shoestrings, and swung her gaily around the room. She was re- warded by a none to dainty slap, and advised to “hurry up and get ready.” The referee blew his whistle sharply and the girls flocked out of the dressing room and took their places. When the first half was over, the girls gathered in groups, talking excitedly about next week’s “big game.” Many formid- able reports, concerning Brighton’s strength, had been received. “I hear that they have a particularly strong center,” re- marked Ruth, who was the marvelous basket thrower. “Yes,” anxiously replied the coach, who had joined the group, “and that is where we are decidedly weak.” The girls looked at him in surprise. Never before had Dolly Longley’s supremacy at center been disputed. “You see,” she explained, in answer to their questioning looks, “Miss Longley doesn’t really have any practice. There is a difference, you know, between centering against a substitute Bradley girl, and the star player of Brighton.” Then he blew his whistle and the girls took their places for the second half. “I think,” he said, “that we’ll make some changes, just to see how it will work. Miss Walters,” he added, turning to a slender, quiet looking girl, who stood apart from the rest, “will you play center against Miss Longley, please?” The girl’s eyes lighted, and she jumped quickly into her place. She had always longed to play center. That had been her position on the old “High team,” before she came to board- ing school. Grace Walters had come out for practice regu- larly, every night. She was always given the place of guard on the second team, and she had accepted her fate uncomplainingly. She loved basketball and longed to make the first team,—but, as a guard, she was an impossibility compared with Freckles and Edith. The ball was tossed up in center and both girls jumped for it. Dolly had a slight advantage in height, but Grace, never- theless, got the ball, and threw it to her right forward. The forward caught it, and, before the girls knew what had hap- pened, it had been thrown into the basket. Freckles, who was playing right guard, looked very much chagrined. “Ivory dome,” she muttered to herself, “wake up!” But, after all, Freckles could hardly be blamed. It was an unheard of thing for the ball to be batted that way. Dolly had —37— always gotten it before. After that there was a continual round of unheard of things. Grace seemed to be made of springs. No matter how high Dolly jumped, she could jump higher, and get the ball. It was growing dusk when Dolly Longley left the gym, on the day before the game, and walked slowly toward the Hall. She had just had a long talk with the coach. He had told her very plainly that it would be impossible for her to retain her position on the team, and that she would have to play substitute to Grace Walters in the Brighton game. He had pointed out to her that it was for the honor of the school and that, although she was captain, the best player should have the place. Dolly had always been loyal to her school and had worked hard for it. Never before, however, had her loyalty been put to a real test, and now that it had come, she was not equal to it. An unreasonable anger against Grace, whom she considered a usurper, rose within her, and completely controlled her. What would the school think? She, the captain, who had always been looked up to and worshipped from afar, would now be considered a fallen idol. She did not go downstairs to dinner. Instead, she hung out her “Busy” sign, and rocked back and forth in her great leather chair, absorbed in her gloomy, disappointed thoughts. The coach had asked her to tell Grace the signals because he would not be able to find time. These signals were very im- portant and were known only to members of the team. Sud- denly Dolly sat up straight. A very wicked thought had come into her head. She would tell Grace the signals—that is, all but the most important one. What did she care if Bradley were beaten ; she hated her school, she told herself, fiercely, and hated everybody in it. Dolly jumped up and ran down the hall to her rival’s room. Both girls were very polite and Grace thanked Dolly for her trouble. Dollv replied that she was perfectly welcome and hoped that she would play a good game. The gym was filled with noisy, excited girls, waving banners and cheering lustily. Everyone seemed to be happy excepting Dolly. She sat on the bench with the other substitutes, her heart filled with bitterness. The Brndley girls were quite satisfied with their team in general. Of Grace, however, they were a little doubtful. Most of them had never seen her play. The Brighton rooter , on the other hand, were perfectly sure of their center. The whistle sounded and the noisy chatter ceased The ball was up in center. Everyone leaned forward expectantly. and held their breath. Grace’s wonderful springing dualities wet very much in evidence. The garnet and black of Bradlev T-Tad waved madly, as the girls saw her give the ball a clean bat out of the far-famed Brighton center’s reach. But what was the matter there? The ball fell ouarHv mto the enemy’s hands and. after a short fight, Brighton scored. The home team looked at one another in dismay, and their supporters -38— fell to cheering frantically. At all events Brighton should not get the best of them there. Their efforts to urge their team to victory seemed, however, to be futile. Something was wrong somewhere, and, although Grace could jump the higher of the two centers, she seemed to be hopelessly confused, and con- tinued to bat the ball the wrong way. To Dolly, sitting on the side lines, the game seemed to be a sort of nightmare. Where, she wondered, vaguely, was the grim satisfaction she had expected to feel, while she calmly watched her school give way before the enemy? She tried to persuade herself that she was satisfied; that this was just ex- actly what she wanted, but it was of no use. The brave cheers of the despairing Bradley girls rang continually in her ears, and she longed to get away from it all. Suddenly, she felt something touch her hair, and, looking up, she saw that it was a large Bradley Hall banner, hanging over the balcony rail. She heard her name mentioned by the girls who were holding it and listened. “If only Dolly were in the game,—” this was all she heard, but it was enough. It recalled to her Freckles’ carelessly spoken words, and a great Hood of self-scorn swept over her. “Won’t we show them what we’re made of though!” She clenched her fists, and bit her lips to keep back the huge lump that rose in her throat;—she would show them what she was made of. She sprang out onto the floor, just as the whistle sounded. She grabbed Grace, pulled her to one side and hastily whispered the missing signal. Then, before Grace could speak, she was pushed back into center, and Dolly had dashed back to her seat. jC Sj€ |« It was a wonderful victory for the garnet and black. Wild were the shouts of the conquerors, and deep, the gloom of the conquered,—and, while Grace Walters rode on the shoulders of her triumphant supporters, Dolly was crying softly in her room at Bradley Hall. —DORRIS PRESCOTT. “THE METTLE OF THE PASTURE.” “But, do you really think that that red-headed beanstalk is good for anything?” exclaimed Carl Mercer indignantly. As he spoke he pointed his slneder cane across the field at a figure in a track uniform. The coach merely shrugged his shoulders, eyed the fashionably dressed young man before him and then laughed good naturedly. “Well, it’s hard to tell,” he said, “but he’s got a lot of good stuff in him and I hardly think that his red hair will make any difference in the tryout tomorrow.” “Of course I didn’t mean that,” quickly interposed the other, “but I don’t see how we could expect much from such an awkward country gink. Why, when he first came to school he was such a queer looking sight that we dubbed him “Ginky Gank”, and that name’s stuck to him yet. Now watch him make that broad jump,” he added, as the figure of Fred Holiday went flying down a twenty-yard course and then leaped into the air. —38a— “Ugh!” he grunted disgustedly, “I don’t believe that he went any more than eighteen feet at the most!7' “Well, Mercer, if you think you could do better, you’d better get a suit and come out,” said Watts. “It isn’t too late yet. We certainly need all the available men we can get if we’re going to beat the Dwarfs.” The “Dwarfs” were the track men of Marion county High School and were considered the strongest team in the state. The “Indias,” or the men of Minneola county, were the next strongest and, of course, the “Dwarfs” would be their chief enemies in their fight for first place in the track meet. “By Jove, I’m going to go in right now!” declared Carl Mercer, and, with this sudden resolution, he strode off toward the dressing rooms. At the tryout, the next day, the men who were to represent Minneola High School at the annual track meet to be held at the Minneola fields, were finally selected. There was much lively competition among the participants and those who took the leading places certainly had to do their best. Most of the team consisted of those who had contested in the preceding meet, but five new members were added. Fred Holiday and Carl Mercer were among them. Fred Holiday qualified in the broad jump, pole vault, high jump, and the quarter mile, while Carl Mercer was entered in the broad jump and the pole vault. The strongest men of the “Indians” were Waters, the sprinter, Bill Boyer, the shot, hammer and discus heaver, and Fred Holiday, put down principally for the quarter mile and relay races, al- though he displayed good form in the high jump and pole vault. Saturday morning, the last day of the meet, opened with a drizzling rain that lasted until almost noon, but the sun came out hot and dried things up enough to put the grounds in an ideal condition. The crowd commenced to stream in about an hour before the scheduled time of the meet. A half hour later the scene was entirely changed. Street cars, automobiles, carriages, motor- cycles, bicycles and pedestrians were all jammed together in one clanging, honking, chugging, shouting mass. It was an excep- tionally large crowd—the largest that Minneola has ever seen, excepting the time when the town was visited by the President of oiii United States. This was the decisive day of the meet and all knew that there was going to be a big struggle between the “Indians” and the “Dwarfs,” and were anxiously interested in the outcome. The supporters of the different counties, bunched together on the grandstands and among the bleachers, yelled and waved their banners enthusiastically. Mohave, Coconiro, Navajo, Apache, Yuma, Maricopa, Gila, Graham, Cdchise, Pima, Pinal, Marion and Minneola were the names that could be seen on the various banners. The Minneola crowd had stationed itself at one corner of the main grandstand, while their rivals, the Marionese, took the opposite corner. At last the athletes were turned loose, and, as each squad appeared on the field, it was received with cheers and yells from all sides, especially from its own group of adherents. “Bang!” “They’re off!” “Waters is in the lead!” shouted —38b— some. The “Indians’ jumped to their feet with a shout of joy. The crowd cheered, for most of them were Minneolians. But suddenly—oh, horrors!—Waters stumbled, swayed and almost lost his balance. He righted himself again, but too late, for Phillips, a “Dwarf,' had forged ahead and crossed the line with a few inches lead. “Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! Phillips! ! ” —veiled the “Dwarfs,” and then, on instant later,— Da ! Da ! Da ! I want my ma ! ma! ma! Minneola! ! ” —came a taunting yell from the same source. 'Phe “Indians’ suddenly lost their exuberant spirits and sat in stolid quietness while their rivals taunted. But their feelings were as suddenly reversed when Waters took first place in the four hundred and forty yard dash, and then they had it back on the other corner. Confidence in their hero came back and they cheered as lustily as ever. fhen came the hurdle race. The “Dwarfs’ got first place in both with the “Indians” a close second in each case. It was apparent that the “Dwarfs” were getting the lead. The Indians” were screaming frantically in an attempt to urge on their men, but it seemed all in vain, for the persistent “Dwarfs” triumphed. There was the line-up for the quarter mile. At one side was Carson, the champion of the “Dwarfs,” while the third man from him was none other than our old acquaintance, Fred Holiday. “Bang!” went the pistol and, at the instant, the line dashed forward. Carson burst ahead with full speed but saw his mis- take and slowed down a trifle. The line strung out, with “Gink” striding at the heels of Carson, who had the lead. The Minne- ( lians rose in the grandstand and cried entreatingly, Gink! Gink! Come on, old fellow, come on!” Gink gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in a fierce reso- lution to win or die. The goal was fifty yards ahead. His limbs felt leaden and he groaned inwardly, for he had not an ounce of breath to spare. Suddenly, a great load seemed to be lifted from him, for he felt light and springy. With one bound he came abreast of Carson. I le gave another spurt and stretched out his arms. His chest caught the line and he sank unconscious into a blanket held out to receive him. True, the “Indians” were beaten by the “Dwarfs” to the tune of sixty-one to fifty-one, but they almost forgot that fact. They remembered but one thing—the only record broken was the quarter mile, and that by a “country Gink!” —E. CHATTIN. m— WHY I HAVE CHOSEN THE UNIVERSITY OF MON- TANA FOR MY COLLEGE I think that the idea must have grown up with me that I would eventually go to the University of Montana, for, when I was asked what I would do when I was graduated from high school, it came rather as a surprise. After the question had been suggested, however, I began to think of the reasons why I would rather go to this university than anywhere .else. The first reason, and one of the most important, is because I can be at home. I think that this is a very great considera- tion, for, while in many ways living at a dormitory is enjoy- able, there arc disadvantages. I know I would miss my home and the satisfaction I have in sharing it with my friends. Then, too, after I finish my college course and have been grad- uated, it will be pleasant to live in the town where my Alma Mater is located and be with my school friends. If I should at- tend college somewhere in the East, very probably I would be the only one there from Missoula, Montana, and, after my return home, I would gradually lose track of all the friends 1 had made in my student days. Of course, in considering colleges, one must not ignore the standard of the school. However, this institution, exclusive of its size, compares very favorably with other colleges and uni- versities. In reality, its size is an advantage, since, in a small college, the students are much better acquainted with each other and come into closer contact with the faculty. For myself, I think I would prefer this to a large college where one’s individuality is more or less lost. A person gets out of a school just exactly what he puts into it. One who really wants an education can get it at the University of Montana. In proof of this, instances can be cited where students have gone out from this university and ‘‘made good.” On the other hand, another person who is indifferent, might go to the best and oldest school in the United States and still never amount to anything. Much depends upon the indi- vidual. I was born in Montana and I love every bit of it, and, nat- urally. I would rather go to the University of Montana, even though it were not quite so good as some other institution (which I do not concede), than to go anywhere elce. I have always enjoyed my school work, and. in a way, I will be sorrv to leave the Missoula High School where I have had such good times and made such good friends, but still. I am looking for- ward to the time when T can stand on the old University steps and sing with pride: “Here’s to her whose name we’ll ever cherish in our song; Honor, love and true devotion, all to her belong. Fair Montana, my Montana; true to her we’ll be. She’s the pride of all Montana—State Universitv.” Elizabeth Hershey ’13 —40— STUART McHAFFlE, Editor HAROLD JONES. Assistant Editor BERNICE BERRY. Literary Editor EVERETT McSPADDEN, BUSINESS MANAGER GEORGIA KNOTT, CECIL CARROLL, ASSISTANT EUSINESS MANAGERS ALBERTA STONE, SOCIETY AND LOCALS EVALYN THOMAS. ORGANIZATIONS CARROL BAKER. GRINDS LIZZIE HERSHEY, ASSISTANT GRIND EDITOR HELEN SHULL, ALUMNI ERNEST PRESCOTT. ATHLETICS BURKE ALLEN. Art EDITOR This year the Missoula High School was very fortunate in securing the services of John McGough for an athletic coach. Mr. McGough is a graduate of Colgate College, where he dis- tinguished himself in all branches of athletics. He is the first real coach Missoula has ever had. He not only knows what football, basketball, track and baseball teams should be, but in clean living, since he has no bad habits, is an excellent example to the boys. One secret of his successful coaching is that the boys have to obey his orders to the letter or discontinue their services in athletics for their school. Already results have been shown of his systematic coaching in the football and basketball teams, of which any school might be proud; and we are thus certain of making a good showing in track and baseball. Through the efforts of Mr. McGough, the Board was persuaded to equip a gymnasium for the use of the students. The old Hollenbeck garage, opposite the high school, was secured for this purpose. A hardwood floor was put in, and also the other necessities for a “gym”, shower baths, lockers, and a basketball court. Now, the gymnasium has not much equipment, but it is hoped that in time we shall have one of the finest equipped gymnasiums in the state, since it has such a good beginning. All of the students recognize and acknowledge at any time, by giving “nine rousing rahs for McGough”, that they have the best coach in the State. -42— The foot ball team of 1912, under the able direction of Coach McGough, startled the State by their playing, and nearly won the state championship. The boys practiced hard and displayed fine form in their first game, which was with the Granite county High. 'Our fellows won. 64 to 0. With this victory to their credit they settled down to work for the great game with Butte. This game was watched with great interest throughout the State, as Butte was supposed to be invincible on their home grounds. The result surprised even the most hopeful of the local supporters. Butte was beaten 31 to 0. October 26, 1912, will ever be remembered by the Missoula county High. This was the first time that Missoula had ever beat Butte in foot ball. After the excitement of the Butte game, the boys began practice for the State championship game with the Gallatin county High. Owing to—well, our team went to Bozeman, and on November 22 met their only defeat, by a score of 26 to 14. The season was the best ever in this school and the outlook for next year is particularly bright. Under the captaincy of Big Pete Mahrt, with Eaheart, Orr, Murphy, Whaley, Kemp, Ander- son, and Lansing as holdovers, we ought to have a team of which any high school would feel proud. Line-Up. E. McSpadden, Captain. Jay Duquette, Manager. Left end................................Kemp Left tackle................... ....Scherclc Left guard......................... Eaheart Center ......................-...McSpadden Right guard..............................Orr Right tackle............ . .... Duquette Right end.............................Whaley Quarter back ................... Anderson Left half..............................Jones Full back..............................Mahrt Right half.............................Stone Substitutes : Murphy, Mathews, Lansing, Streit, Denny, McQuarrie, and Burns. —44— 1 The Basket Ball season started off rather disappointingly, since the boys had no place to practice. After much valuable time had been lost, the University “Gym” was secured for a few hours, on three nights of the week. After two weeks of “make-and-shift” practice, the boys went to Stevensvillc for their first game. It ended in a squabble and riot and Missoula forfeited 1 to 0, although the score was 16 to 10 in favor of the Purple and Gold. The first real game was played in Missoula against the Powell county High School. Early in the game the lead was gained by the home team and they did not lose it, the game ending 28 to 19 in their favor. This was a game of much higher standard than that with Stevensville, much more real basket ball being displayed. On February 28th the team went to Helena. This was the first hard fought game, but Missoula came out with flying colors, Plelena rooting for them, 22 to 18. After the game with Helena the boys were able to use their own “gym.” Here the practice was started in earnest, many more candidates enlivening practice. After two weeks of hard, systematic work, mastering the inner points of the game and the signals, Missoula met the Anaconda High School, last year's champions, on the University floor. Handicapped by the loss of Hester, barred at the last minute, and by injuries of several players, Missoula lost 37 to 34. However, it was a hard fought game and one of the best games ever played in Missoula. On March 5th the team went to Bozeman to play in the tournament for the state championship. Missoula drew Colum- bus in the first round of preliminaries, and won a decisive victory, 27 to 4, thus putting Missoula in for the next round. Hester was reinstated and arrived in Bozeman in time to play in the second game, which was with Jefferson county. Their team proved “easy-meat” for Missoula, who won, 37 to 6, the greatest score piled up by any team during the tournament. Two hours later, Missoula played Sweetgrass, the “dark-horse of the tournament, the team that won the championship. In a hotly contested and thrilling game, Missoula lost, 14 to 18. This game ended Missoula’s basketball season. —16— E. Prescott (Captain).. C. Hester............. B. Burns.............. C. Prescott (Manager) S. McHaffie........... F. Eahart............. C. McQuarrie.......... ...Forward ...Forward ...Forward ...Center ....Guard ....Guard Substitute — 47— The Purple and Gold is going' to put forth the strongest track team this year that has represented it since the days of Gish, Trainor and Conrad. It promises to pull down the colors of the twice triumphant Gallatin county team. Training was started early in the spring when the snow was still on the ground. Strict rules were set down by Coach McGough and they have been conscientiously obeyed. “Early to bed and early to rise,” has been the motto. Two meets have already been held. The first, with the University “Fresh”, was lost by a small margin; the second, with the Hamilton High School, was an easy victory. Missoula doubled the score, 61 to 34. THE SQUAD. W. Jones, Captain. Stillman Ross, Manager. Sprinters—Murphy, Whaley, Stone, Jones, Anderson, Grey. Quarter Milers—Kemp, Foster and Jones. Distance Men—Kemp, Mohr, Stitch, A. Anderson and Orr. Pole Vaulters—Prescott, McQuarrie and Fox. High Jumpers—Denny, Duquette and C. Anderson. Broad Jumpers—Ross, Whaley and C. Anderson. High Hurdles-—-Denny and McHaffie. Low Hurdles—McHaffie, Lansing, Murphy, C. Anderson. Weight Men—McQuarrie, Duquette, Denny, C. Anderson. —48- «E DEBATE Carrol Baker. Stuart McHaffie and Clarence Streit were chosen for the debating team from a number, including James Friauf, Sydney Howard, Tom Swearingen. Scott Murphy and Maurice Hoiles. Scott Murphy was chosen as alternate. On Thursday evening, March 20, Missoula won her first debate of the season from the team representing the Butte high school. The question for the state debates this year is, “Resolved, That the Government Should Own and Operate the Telegraph.” The negative of the question was upheld by our team in a very forcible manner. The boys made a splendid showing and certainly caused the school to feel that it had a team of which it might well be proud. All of the speakers showed a wide knowledge of the subject and furnished a debate which proved very interesting to all present. The second debate was held on the evening of April 24, with the team from the Bozeman high school. As before, Mis- soula upheld the negative side of the same question. It was one of the finest high school debates ever given in the state. Both teams had made careful preparations and throughout the struggle was close and exciting. Strong argument and spirited rebuttal were presented on both sides. A great deal of enthusi- asm was shown and after a hard fought contest the decision was given to Bozeman. — 50— ■ne- T There was a young teacher named Lever; Whose knowledge of speaking was great. He loved to give speeches and lectures But of all he cared most for debate. DAVID LEVER Our debating and declamation coach, is a graduate of Colgate Uni- versity where he won distinction by his work in oratorical contests and on the debating team. It is only two years since he took charge of the public speaking work in the Missoula High School and in that time we have won first and sec- ond places in the State Declamation Contest, second and third places in the Bozeman Extemporaneous Con- test, and three out of five debates. It was due to his efforts that the Senate was organized and the an- nual Freshman and Dixon Declama- tion Contests were established. REV. CLARENCE STRE1T Winner Third Place Bozeman Extemporaneous Contest. Subject: The Church is Failing in It’s Duty to the Masses —51— 'jfs M Men 1912-13 FOOTBALL. McSpadden Duquette Scherck Eaheart Mahrt Anderson Jones Stone Kemp Whaley Orr BASKETBALL. E. Prescott C. Prescott McHaffie Eaheart Burns Hester DEBATE. Baker McHaffie Streit EXTEMPORANEOUS SPEAKING. Streit mmMMMMMMMMMMMMMmm On the evening of December 18, the mock trial was given tinder the auspices of the '‘Senate”. Judge Woody, one of the best known lawyers in the state, opened court. The jury was composed of both men and women. The opening speeches were made by Attorneys Denny for the prosecution, and Patterson for the defense. The first witness was Carl Anderson, alias Mrs. Pitman. His com- ical makeup and witty answers kept the audience in a continu- ous burst of laughter. The next witness was Earl Chattin, as Dr. Littlefield, whose testimony was in favor of the prosecution until he was unable to locate his appendix. He became con- fused and contradicted many of his former statements. James Friauf took the role of Mr. Holcombe, a detective. Emerson Stone, as a chorus girl, was the cause of much merriment. The defense then called their witnesses, Everett McSpadden, Ernest Prescott, Sydney Howard and Alvin Lister. The latter brought out the fact that the whole affair was a clever adver- tising scheme for his theater. Tom Denny, as an actress, made a decided hit with the jury and audience. The last witness called was Leroy Lebkicher, the prisoner. He substantiated the testimony given by the other witnesses. In fact, it so much re- sembled that of the others, that it is not unlikely he was coached beforehand by his lawyers. After the closing arguments had been made, the Judge gave his instructions to the jury. In twenty minutes, it returned a verdict of not guilty. The general impression was that he de- served to hang but that the feminine part of the jury was over- come by the handsome Mr. Lebkicher and his flowing pompa- dour; the masculine part by the beauty of Emerson Stone, the chorus girl. Today the murderer exults in his crime and claims that it was on a plane with music and the fine arts. His life is one of misery, for his lawyers left him penniless. As he stated at the banquet, he lives with but one hope: that his lawyers “will find their just rewards in that land where there is neither ice nor snow and the snowball is doomed to end its existence in a very short time.” —03— Philip Ladley, the defendant..................Leroy Lebkicher Mrs. Pitman, boarding house keeper............Carl Anderson Mrs. Murray, mother of other girl in case.....Emerson Stone Eliza ShaefTer, postmistress at Horner________Ernest Prescott Jennie Price's Sister......................Thomas Swearingen Temple Hope, actress friend of Jennie Brice......Thos. Denny Air. Reynolds, a boarder at Pitman's............Stillman Ross Air. Holcombe, detective and criminologist________James Eriauf Air. Howell, newspaper man..............................Sidney Howard Timothy Sen ft, a boatman________..___________._.Morse Hoiles Air. Bronson, theatrical manager.........................Alwin Lister Air. Alexander, druggist.................. Everett McSpadden City Detective....................•...........Clive Edwards Coroner....................................................Jay Duquette Dr. Littlefield, a physician......................Earl Chattin Clerk of Court...........................................Brice Toole Court Attendants....................Foster Cox, Dale Mettlen Lawyers for Defense.................................... ...........Carroll Baker, John Patterson, David Roberts Prosecuting Attorneys................................... ...............Clarence Streit, Paul Barden, Tom Denny Judge.................................-...Judge Frank Woody —54— 4 2ai the tlictors $SUlrmjj the Spoils.” G. A. Kctcham, Toastmaster. ‘How to Make Good Doughnuts”......Carl Anderson “Votes for Women”.................Emerson Stone “The Life of a Chorus Girl”.......Thomas Denny “The Use and Misuse of Dime Novels”..James Friauf “Murder as a Fine Art”____________Leroy Lebkicher “Oratory and Haircuts”....................Carroll Baker “The Intelligent Jury”............John Patterson “Plays and Playwrights”...........David Roberts “How it Feels to Be a Prosecutor”....Clarence Streit “Primus Male Lapsus”.........................Paul Borden —55— % r$ vjs ‘JKL oq 9 ftece ve-c of '2%dl f(3(Z • u ffi riFrr cents ft e rn J ersh iP oyT'T sd u.)a Co . ty Hijk. Sc oa) tfu k isAs ° f� 7«� r rJrz- ? 0 Tsfof Tram fend «, As each year of school passes by and a new year begins, every school activity ought to take a step up the ladder of ad- vancement and be a far greater success than it was the year be- fore. This year the high school has been more active than ever before in organizations and it is hoped that next year even greater interest will be shown in this direction. The Students Association. The oldest and largest organization in the school is the Students' Association, which was started in 1910. Its main pur- pose is to furnish financial support to athletics. Besides this, it acts as a means of drawing the students into closer acquaint- ance and of promoting the spirit of the school. The membership has steadily increased until this year the Association has a roll of two hundred and forty members. Great progress has been made and success has been gained both in social and financial ways. Among the social functions, the Freshman Initiation proved the most enjoyable. This was given during the firpt part of the year and was a decided success. Several entertainments have been given under the auspices of the Association, which have not only afforded enjoyment but have added a great deal to the sum in the treasury. The benefit entertainment given at the Isis theater for the athletic fund was a financial success, as was also the Jubilee Minstrel performance. The officers of the Association are: President—Stuart McHaffie. Vice President—Harold Jones. Treasurer—Miss Lyenberger. Secretary—Evalyn Thomas. —56— THE GIRLS’ GLEE CLUB. The Girls’ Glee Club was started this year. It has proved a success and has afforded much enjoyment. It has a large membership and the girls are very much interested in the organi- zation. The club has been very liberal in its assistance on vari- ous occasions and makes a valuable addition to the school activi- ties. Mrs. C. E. Simmons is the director, and under her able leadership rapid progress has been made. CAMP-FIRE GIRLS. The well known Camp-fire Girls’ organization has been adopted among the girls this year and has been a source of much pleasure. There are three sections now, each of which is under the direction of one of the teachers. The girls in the different sections have enjoyed many coasting and sleighing parties and have gone on long walks. Besides having pleasure themselves they have afforded others pleasure. Thanksgiving dinners were given, and a great deal of help was extended at Christmas. The organization has made a good start and promises to have a suc- cessful future. SENATE. The Boys’ Senate was organized in 1910 for the advance- ment of the art of public speaking. This aim has been accom- plished to a great extent and much interest has been aroused in this line of work, consequently broadening our school activities. The work of this organization has only commenced and it is cer- tain that if the students of the school will yive their continual support to it, much good will be gained from this society. One of the marked results of the Senate’s work was the capturing of the fifty-dollar prize given by Everybody's Magazine for the mock trial of Jenny Brice. For the success that this club has attained, we owe a great deal to Mr. Sever and to those men here who have been active and have seen the benefits to be de- rived from such an organization. The future of the Senate de- pends upon the initiative and push of the under classmen, a good many of whom have already distinguished themselves in this line. Let them, therefore, assume this responsibility and advance the cause of public speaking in high school by lending their support to this organization. The officers this year are: President—Carrol Baker. Vice President—Clarence Streit. Secretary and Treasurer—David Roberts. 57 V rp On October first the custom of initiating the newcomers, practiced for the last two years, was observed. The Freshmen, teachers as well as students, were, on that evening, formally accepted into the school. The evening was made lively both for the audience and those taking part in the program. Many clever and interesting “stunts” were devised by the committee of arrangements, among which was a football game played with much vim and “pep” by the girls under the able coaching of Mr. McGough. The victims of the evening all responded loy- ally. After the Freshies had been initiated to the satisfaction of the upper classmen, a reception and informal dance were given in the school hall, and games were played by those who did not dance. The “verdant class” went home fully convinced that they now belonged to the high school. On December 20th the Senior class was entertained at the home of Alberta Stone by Della Hamilton, Alice Boles, Florence Shull, Florence Lebkicher and Alberta Stone. The evening was merrily spent playing games and distributing such gifts as horns and drums from a Christmas tree. Light refresh- ments were served from a table, trimmed with the class colors, gold and silver. On the evening of January 10th the members of the Sopho- more class, chaperoned by Miss Simpson, enjoyed a brisk sleigh- ride to Frenchtown. The night was perfect for the occasion, as there was a full moon. On their return to Missoula they were served a hot supper at the Russell home on Gerald avenue. The remainder of the evening was spent in dancing and singing. On the afternoon of March 15th, the girls of the Senior —58— class were entertained at a Kensington by two of their sister members, Evalyn Thomas and Elizabeth Hershey. The after- noon was pleasantly spent in chatting and embroidering. At the close of the afternoon delicious refreshments were served in colors corresponding to those of the Senior class, gold and silver. During the Christmas vacation Mr. and Mrs. Ketcham enter- tained the faculty at the home of Miss Leyenberger. The main feature of the evening was the distribution of gifts from a huge Christmas tree. Miss James was given a pony and Mr. McGough a miniature duplicate of his black satchel. At a late hour refreshments were served and furnished the climax for an enjoyable evening. JUNIOR BANQUET AND “PROMT On May 16th, the Junior Class entertained the Seniors at a banquet and “Prom’'. The event, which was held in the Elks Temple, was perhaps, one of the largest and most enjoyable social affairs in the history of the High School. Only members of the faculty and students of the High School were invited, and as a result, it proved to be a decided success. At seven o’clock about one hundred guests sat down to the banquet tables, which were beautifully decorated with purple and gold. At the conclusion of the banquet a number of short and witty toasts were given by the different guests. About eight-thirty the crowd adjourned to the main hall, where dancing was enjoyed until midnight. On November 8, Dr. Cook, the famous Arctic explorer, gave an interesting educational lecture on the North. On December 5th the Students’ Association presented the “Williams Jubilee Singers” at the Harnois theater. They were brought here to put money into the treasury of the association and succeeded very well. After all expenses had been cleared, seventy-five dollars remained to carry on the activities of the school in athletics. On October 21, the manager of the “Isis” donated the theater to the high school for the afternoon, promising to the Students’ Association all the money taken in above expenses. The purpose of this was to obtain money to cover the expenses incurred by the injury of Harold Jones in football. The school and people of Missoula were liberal in their support, and the afternoon was a success. On November 18, the school was addressed by Professor Atkinson of the Agricultural college upon the subject of ger- mination of seeds. —59— THE JUNIOR CARNIVAL To the Junior class belongs the credit of being the first class to make a Junior event a success. Especially as far as finances are concerned. The class, instead of adhering to the old estab- lished practice of giving a show to help pay for the “Junior Prom,” hit upon the scheme of giving a carnival. November second was the date set for the event. Besides the “stunts” that were pulled of! there were a num- ber of booths, where home-made candy, chewing gum and pop could be procured. “Count” Foster and “Duke” King had charge of the “Wheel of Fortune.” Here they sold chances on boxes of candy. This place proved to be the best money maker. A “hot dog” stand, presided over by “Husky” Whisler and “Eva” Hughes, with a Senior by the name of Allen as the “Royal Chef” was another popular place. But the most popular place, for the boys and the men of the faculty, for some reason or other, seemed to be where they sold hot chocolate and dainties. This was under the supervision of Miss Johnson and a number of the Junior girls. “Clang-clang” Kern and “Mac” McSpadden endeavored to impersonate Bud Fisher's famous characters “Mutt and Jeff.” As far as being “Mutt” was concerned, “Clang-clang” was that and then some. “Mac” was there and more so, also. These creatures acted as “barkers” for the different booths and side- shows. “The Rag Dolls” were a quartet of Junior girls, who allowed the crowds to throw at their black faces which were protruded through holes in a large piece of canvas. Barbara Frietchie was a production of Miss Ronan’s inter- pretation of that historical poem. “The Georgia Minstrels,” was a parody on that class of theatrical production made famous by Lew Dockstader. Mary Wright acted as interlocutor. “Dare Devil Bill” was no other than our own Willie Keat- ing. He shocked his audiences by his dare devil stunt of walk- ing a tight rope which, by the way, was a ladder. The crowd that attended this carnival went away with a few shekels less than they come there with, but satisfied with their money’s worth of fun. C. P. K., T4. Three prominent jewelers of the city, Kohn, Deming and Flaherty, offered gold, silver and bronze medals as prizes for the Freshman declamation contest. The program was held on April 4, as follows: Ruth Miner..... _________“What Ts Worth While ’ Harriet Hall................“The Little Cossette. Eva Van Dorn____________________ “The Muckraker.” Estelle Hansen.............“An Order for a Picture.” Hazel Egan___________“Memories of Mount Vernon.” Hazel Turtle...........“The World’s Bid for a Man. Alma Wohlslager............................“Guinivere.” Gladys Philips.........“The Children of the Poor.” Margaret Volbrecht..........“The Settler’s Story. Margaret Wickes.............“At Lincoln’s Tomb.” Leonard Hoogbruin........................“------------ Grace Jones..............................“Thanatopsis.” Margaret Wickes, Margaret Volbrecht and Eva Van Dorn were awarded first, second and third places respectively. OTHER LOCALS WILL BE FOUND THROUGHOUT THE BOOK. FADS OF THE SEASON Margurite Xoeth, teacher, Missoula, Mont. Emma Putney, teacher, Missoula, Mont. Mrs. Tom Con Ion (Genevieve Reid), Missoula, Mont. Earl Schmidt, teacher, Stillwater, Minn. Harold Sloane, Missoula, Mont. Mrs. Hugh Forbis (Hazel Tiejen), Missoula, Mont. Ida White, teacher, Williams, Oregon. Fred Angevine, lawyer, Missoula, Mont. Mrs. C. H. Bisbee (Hazel Butzerine), Missoula, Mont. Mrs. C. E. Neville (Florence Draper), Seattle, Wash. Edna Hollensteiner, teacher. Lo Lo, Mont. Mrs. R. Thompson (Lavina Latimer). Mabel McDermott, Missoula, Mont. Edward Miller, Missoula, Mont. 1908. Mary Newport, teacher, Bonner, Mont. Helen Noeth, Vancouver, Mont. Shirley Shunk, Missoula, Mont. George Stone, Missoula, Mont. Charles Vealey. Cecil Kramer, University of Montana, '13, Missoula, Mont. Francis Anderson, Missoula, Mont. Dorothy Bird, Ronan, Mont. Mrs. Carl Collom (Esther Cain), Wallace, Idaho. Nina Gough, teacher, Potomac, Mont. Gertrude Hale, Missoula, Mont. William MacGibhon, Missoula, Mont. Mrs. F. W. Hall (Grace McGregor), Malta, Mont. Milton Mason, Schenectady, N. Y. 1909. Alice Napton, Missoula, Mont. —62— Kate Napton, Missoula, Mont. Nellie Shilling, Missoula, Mont. Mary Shull, University of Montana, ’13, Missoula, Mont. Ruth Tallman, Victor, Mont. Marie Lebkicher, Missoula, Mont. Mrs. Loren Hendrickson (Dona Schrader), Hamilton, Mont. Anna Linn, teacher, Alberton, Mont. Lebanon Beard, Missoula, Mont. Eula Butzerine, Presbyterian Hospital, Chicago, 111. Carl Cameron, University of Montana, ’13, Missoula, Mont. Mabel Garlington, University of Mont., ’13, Missoula, Mont. Mrs. Julian Bliss (Bessie Hollenbeck), Minneapolis, Minn. Earl Hughes, Missoula, Mont. Florence Irving, teacher, Missoula, Mont. Florence Matthews, University of Mont., ’13, Missoula, Mont. Ella McGinnis. Leila McDonald, Missoula, Mont. Mrs. Edwin Cole (Vila Colder), Missoula, Mont. 1910. Edward Simpkins, Missoula, Mont. George Klebe, Missoula, Mont. Anna Rafferty, teacher, Ronan, Mont. Bessie Wilde, University of Montana, '14, Missoula, Mont. Donovan Worden, University of Mont., 14, Missoula, Mont. Grace Hanneman, Phillipsburg, Mont. Mabel Herman, stenographer, Missoula, Mont. Edwin Houston, Spokane, Wash. Nat Little, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Mable Lindstadt, Anaconda, Mont. Clifford Day, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Kathleen Monro. Wilson Minnerly, Missoula, Mont. Robert Kitt, Stevensville, Mont. Major Skinner, Missoula, Mont. John Sheedy, University of Montana, '14, Missoula, Mont. John Tait, Agricultural College. Bozeman, Mont. 1911. Kate Cook, Como, Mont. Earl Duel, McKittrick, California. Myrtle Gray, teacher, Cyr, Mont. Hazel Hawk, University of Montana, ’15, Missoula. Mont. Plazel Hill, Missoula, Mont. Ruby Jacobson, University of Montana, ’15, Missoula, Mont. Hilda Marsh, University of Montana, ’15, Missoula, Mont. Cora Shilling, University of Montana, ’15, Missoula, Mont. —63— Jesaleen Wilkins, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Edna Rankin, Wellesly. Marcus Rasmussen, Missoula, Mont. Merle Kettlewell, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Harry Hughes, Missoula, Mont. Florence Shull, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Hubert Gwinn, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Marguerite Bonner, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Lizzie Alloway, teacher, Woodside, Mont. Marguerite Barden, Grant’s Pass, Oregon. Raymond Carrol, Chicago Technical School, Chicago, 111. Bessie Borgers, Nurses’ Training School, N. P. Hospital, Brainerd, Minn. Merritt Owsley, University of Montana, ’15, Missoula, Mont. Gladys Brown, teacher, Lo Lo, Mont. Frederick Richter, University of Mont., ’15, Missoula, Mont. Joy Smith, Bonner, Mont. 1912. Helen Orr, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Arthur Cook, Bonita, Mont. Clarence Cook, Bonita, Mont. Kieth Miller, Missoula, Mont. Christopher Sheedy, Missoula, Mont. Myrtle Armstrong, Winona Normal, Winona, Minn. Kate Boles, Missoula, Mont. Edna Chadwick, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. John J. Ector, Missoula, Mont. Irene Murray, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Pansy Evans, University of Utah, Salt Lake City, Utah. Lulu Wright, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Edwin Cummins, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Winnifred Gray, Missoula, Mont. Alpha Buse, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Elizabeth Klebe, teacher, Evaro, Mont. Claude Molchoir, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Herbert Molchoir, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Alpha Pierson, University of Wyoming, Laramie, Wyo. Percy Stone, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Harold Lansing, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Laretta St. Germain, teacher, Missoula, Mont. Norman Streit, University of Montana, Missoula, Mont. Floy Browning, Woodside, Mont. On December 11th a delegation of three, from the Farmers’ Institute, headed by Dr. Cooley, visited the high school. The two addresses dealt with the black fox of Canada and the va- rieties of apples in the United States. -64- ■ I . THE FACULTY 2. EXTEMPOS 3 THE BUNCH IN BOZEMAN 4. THE FACULTY HAS A PICNIC 5. SUMMFR MONEY FOR THE GIRLS IN WINTER 8. A FACULTY 6 WE'LL PLAY HOOKEY IF WE WANT 9. VACATION SPORT 7. THE FACULTY AGAIN ONLY DIFFERENT — 6.1— 10. WE RE FROM MISSOULA I I. OH! THAT AWFUL TENNIS GALL THE CLASS OF 1916 A word to the wise. —If the shoe pinches, keep it dark- SENIORS. We toil not, neither do we study. Yet, Friauf, with all his knowledge, is not learned like one of us. Elna Peterson: “Did you take father apart and speak to him ?” Paul Barden : “Not exactly, but he almost fell to pieces when I spoke to him.” Miss Rich (in English class) : Leroy, name some of Milton's works.” Leroy (unhesitatingly) : Defenso. Sapolio. Gertrude Farley (upon hearing that Willard Jones was suspended) : “Oh, I feel so sick.” Scabby, when speaking of his rival. Skinny, no doubt voiced Mr. McGough’s sentiment also when he said: “They can say competition is the life of trade, but I don't believe in it; I believe in monopoly uncontrolled.” Leslie Williams (in Public Speaking, hesitating on the word “Connoisseur.'’) Mr. Lever: “What would you call a man that pretends to know everything?” Leslie Williams: “A professor.” Arthur Hawk: “What is a ground hog?” Rube P: “Sausage.” Esther Jacobson : “Don’t you think solid geometry is awful hard?” Georgia Knott: “Well, it is more solid than plane.” Mr. Millspaugh (in History): “What was that, Alberta?” A. Stone: “Nothing.” Mr. Millspaugh: “I might have known as much.” Ruth Woodford: A small boy's ideal quantity? —G7— “What does ‘Swine' Miss Simpson (in history class) : mean ?” L. Williams: “I—I—I don’t know, but I think they were a tribe of people that came down from the north.” Mr. Hazelrigg (after giving a lengthy discourse on the poor results of a test) : “Well, life is all ups and downs; so we will go down.”—(And he started for the Lab.) Mr. Millspaugh: “Does anyone here know what a Silo is?” Earl Chattin (waving his hand furiously) : “It’s a venti- lator.” Mr. Ketcham: “Charlotte, are you Alberta’s sister?” Charlotte: “Yes, sir.” Mr. Ketcham: “Take a front seat.” Mr. Lever (in Public Speaking) : “Mr. Jones, distinguish between the words ‘hope’ and ‘expect.’ ” W. Jones: “I hope to pass my Business English, but I don’t expect to.” Hazelrigg (discussing the heat of boiling water) : “Mr. Prescott, do you have to boil .potatoes to cook them?” Plop; “No, sir, you can fry them.” Husky (in a large class of nothing but girls) : “It makes me feel so foolish.” Mr. Millspaugh (in History) : “What department handles the pure food law?” Georgia Knott: “The Department of the Interior.” Miss James (in Virgil class) : “What do you know about the river Styx, in the under-world?” All were silent. Miss James: “Well, you will soon know about it.” There were only three minutes left for the boys to catch the train in Bozeman and the car was a mile from the depot. “Can’t you go any faster than this?” asked the Coach of the street car conductor. “Oh, sure,” the bell ringer answered, “but I have to stay with my car.” Mr. Hazelrigg had completed an explanation of the water pressure on the Bonner dam, when he saw James Taylor raising his hand. “Well, what is it, Taylor?” J. T.: “I don’t understand that ‘dam’ probl( m.” There’s a Reason. Mary had a little “Cork”, It used to love her too, And everything that Mary wished This cork was sure to do. Now Mary said that on a hog Bristles she did adore— So Cork now wears upon his head A bristling pompadour. —08— TEACHERS’ FAVORITE SAYINGS. Miss Rich : “Speak now, or forever afterwards hold your peace.” Mr. Lever: “I’ll give the class another week.” Mr. Ilazelrigg: “I want to ask you this.” Mr. V. Logan: “That is to say.” Miss Simpson : “It’s perfectly horrid. Mr. Millspaugh: “Tee-hee, Tee-hee.” Miss James: “Primus Mali Lapsus.” Miss Carter: “Learn to concentrate.” Miss Tohnson : “Oh, Mr. Me Gough.” Miss Jameson: “I hate the boys.” Miss P� ook: “O, M-r. M-i-l-l-s-p-a-u-g-h.” Mr. Ketcham : “Keep the building clean.” Miss Wright: “I wish Mr. Baude was here.” Miss Ronan: “We’ll have no vaudeville stunts here.” Mr. Me Gough: “Would I that I could hold my temper.” Miss Leyenburger: “Don’t forget the lesson tomorrow.” Mr. Smith: “Now, I wonder if you got the� idea there.” Follow the Leader (as played by the M. H. S. Students.) The ’Varsity students one fine day, Decided they would hooky play; “The bells have passed! Let’s celebrate,—- This custom we’ll perpetuate. “We’ll form a serpentine”, they cried, “A car then charter for a ride, And, as a grand finale, go Up to the Isis ten-cent show.” The High School kids on one fine day Decided they would hooky play; “We won from Butte! Let’s celebrate,— Our victory we’ll commemorate. “We’ll form a serpentine”, they cried, “A car then charter for a ride, And as a grand finale, go Up to the Isis ten-cent show.” —69— If 'Varsity students only knew How they're watched what e’er they do. They would more perfect models show, And teach High School kids how to go. —E. H. “THE STACKING” ACT FIRST—SCENE 1. Book littered Assembly Room of M. H. S. Clarkessio’s feet protruding from book rostrum. Enter Ketcheraneo. Ketch: “Methinks some strange eruption bodes our school. Some uncouth vandal hath visited us in nightly raid.” Clark. (Angle-worming his way from beneath rostrum) : “Yea, ever since the cock hath crown, have I been toiling here, and still remaineth many scrolls beneath the upraised planks.” Ketch: “Go thou under again brave Clarkessio, and see what thou can’st find this time.” (Enter McAroni.) Mac: “Ha, Ha, I fain would have the doer of this deed within my clutches. I would feed fat my ancient wish to defeat the Bozemaniacs in the yearly games, for verily, by the looks of this, they hold mighty arms within their sleeves.” Ketch: “The quality of some mercy is not strained, and droppeth like the gentle rain from heaven, but ours, McAroni, but ours is strained and cometh like a thunderblot from hades.” Clark: “Well said, Sir Ketcheraneo, and like a true knight.” Enter Gussius, Arelious, Horatio and Booberaneo. All: “Who hath done this awful deed?” Boob: “Methinks it was Hesteria, who abideth close by.” Ketch: “Sooner would I lose my tongue than suspect any- one who resideth in this school.” Curtain. ACT ONE—SCENE 2. Same. (Enter Mob.) Stonio: “Truly, this is a foul out-rage !” Mob: “Yea, catch the culprit! Crown him with a wreath of thorns!” Hesteria: “Truly these have done a noble job.” Bardeneo: “Verily, from the setting of the sun till the rising thereof, methinks they labored, and with malice in their hearts.” Bakus: “I fear me, Sir Ketcheraneo’s dignity has been foully jolted by this outrage. ’ Guss: “Yes, but waitest thou till the second coming.” —70— Ketch: “Servant, call Clarkessio hither. (Turning to Citi- zens.) Hie thee from yon stack of scrolls, fiend, thou fain would shuffle them more.” (Enter Clarkessio.) Ketch: “Ha, brave Clarkessio, I see that thou hast neither slept nor eaten since I bidd’st thee come.” Clark: “ ’Tis natural, Sir Ketcheraneo, for lovers ever run before the clock. But enough of this; what would’st thou?” Ketch: “I called thee hither, Clarkessio, to tell thee to bar tight the doors, and close this house’s ears, I mean its casements. And let no shallow fop enter my house after Aurora’s retire- ment.” Clark: “I hie me to do thy bidding.” (Exit.) Curtain. ACT TWO—SCENE 1. Same. Ketch, tolls the bell. Ketch: “I have called thee into assemblage to give thee a chance to express thy indignation as to the matter which has visited us during, the dark hours of the night. I have asked HafFmaceo, President of the Royal Students’ Association, to take thee in hand. Sir Haffmaceo, arise to take thy honorary seat upon the rostrum.” (Haffmaceo enters the pulpit, Ketch, retires.) Haf. (Beckoning Thomeo) : “Arise, fairest of the fair, and take thy seat beside me to jot down the seconds of this royal gathering.” (Thomeo enters the pulpit and sits beside Haffmaceo.) Haf: “Ye Gods! Ye Gods! Must we endure all this?” Mob: “Nay! Nay!” Haf: “Friends, Students, and Faculty, lend me your ears: Be there any in this assembly who favor this final perpetration upon our dignity? If any, let him hie, for he will be offended. Now thee, public spirited citizens, arise and show that thy ver- tebrae are of durable nature.” (Mob clamors for recognition.) Haf: “Ha! Ha! Sir Scab, thou wert first?” Mob: “Hark! The noble Scab doth speak.” Scab: “Methinks these would-be-tough-guys should be abolished from our midst. They fain would spoil our rep throughout the state.” Mob: “Yea! Yea! Ostracize them!” Scab: “I thank you, one and all.” Ketch: “Hallelujah!” ACT TWO—SCENE 2. Setting—Office. (Enter Boob, Guss, and Arelia.) Boob: “This is the place. Sir Ketcheraneo bade us stand, but let us sit.” (Enter Ketcheraneo.) —71— - Ketch: “Yea, find thyself a suitable sitting place. I called thou here this afternoon to learn thy whereabouts on Friday last, before the cock had crown.” Boob: “Even then we enjoyed a goodly game of pool at the Homus Platus.” Ketch: “And after that?” Guss: “We hied us to our places of abode.” (Enter servant in rush.) Ser: “The sleuths have found a parchment at the window at which the vandals entered. Upon the parchment is the name of Arelia Hartus.” Arelia (Breaking down) : “Yes, Cir Ketcheraneo, we did it! We did it! Spare us U (Silence for a short time.) Ketch: “What! If my temper did not so restrain me, I fain would muss thy map. Take thy books and make a hasty exit.” (Exeunt culprits amid weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.) (Curtain.) ACT THREE—SCENE 1. Lower Hall. (Lelia enters.) Lelia: “O, Guss! Where goest thou?” Guss: “I am Hying, Lelia, flying! And I’m glad that I’m not dying, For the Ketcheraneo our deed knows. He bade me from here wander, So I’ll to the hills out yonder Find myself a safer place of sweet repose. No more scrolls will I be stacking; No more brains will I be lacking, Until the day of judgment draweth nigh ; For this lesson has been taught, That you surely will get caught, If you try to stack the books in Missoula high.” —ROBERTS MORGAN, Playwrites. Grape Nuts. Little grains of sawdust. Little strips of wood, Treated scientifically, Makes our breakfast food. What Did She Mean? Miss Simpson (When the stray ones returned after the cele- bration)—“It seems nice to have a full house.” They say a henpecked man crows when he is away from home. —72— DIGNIFIED SENIORS FAVORITE OCCUPATION Burke Allen.....................Cracking Bum Jokes...... Angie Andrews...................Studying ............... Carroll Baker..........-........Bestowing Compliments Paul Barden...............—.....—.Talking to Elna------- Bernice Berry...................Matching Nickels........ Alice Boles.....................Studying Latin.......... Cecil Carroll...................Telling Boys to Shut Up Audrey Crabtree.................Scolding the Boys....... Della Hamilton..................Avoiding Boys............ Henry Haves.....................Flirting ............... Lenore Hcmmick..................Talking to King......... Elizabeth Hersey................Looking at Hop.......... Harold Jones....................Studying ............... Georgia Knott...................Getting E’s ------------ Florence Lebkicher..............Captivating the Boys.... Helen Long......................Smiling .................. Leroy Lebkicher.................Chewing Gum............. Lillian Longfelt................Preaching .............. Elva McDaniel...................Working ................ Stuart McHaffie.................Ask Evalyn ............. Everett McSpadden...............Talking to His Assistants Ernest Prescott.................Spouting Hot Air........ Irene Seifert............. .-...Looking Pleasant.......... Sadie Shaffer...................Slamming the Boys....... Francis Simpson.................Peddling Hot Air........ Alberta Stone...................Frolicking ............. Hazel Swearingen ...............Studying Caesar......... Laura Taylor....................Making Eyes............. Evalyn Thomas...................Ask Stuart.............. Ruth Woodford...................Talking ................ Foster Cox......................Talking to the Girls.... Jay Duquette................-...Getting Peeved........... Myrtle Parmalee.................Lecturing .............. Lawton Beckwith.................Combing His Hair........ Willard Jones...................Fussing ................ Helen Shull.....................To get an “E” in Physics AMBITION BEVERAGE To get a Steady..................Condensed Milk. To get a Sheepskin...............She won’t tell. To get a Good Grind..............Anything that’s 5c. To be a Poet.....................Ask Elna. To be a Parson Yet............... ? To be a Parliamentarian.........Rum. To sting a Boy...................Just plain Milk. To be a Suffragette.............She refuses to tell. To be a Poetess.................Rattlesnake Water. To get a Case....................Bromo Seltzer. To be an Actress................Circus Lemonade. To be called ‘'Lizzie”..........Just plain H-2 O. To beat Mac......................Budweiser. To talk to Everett .. ......Peach Phosphate. To be a Prima Donna..............Strong Coffee. To be a Coquette.................She has none. To be a Geo. M. Cohan............Lemon Phosphate with two straws. To see “Crab” Again..............Hasn't any. To be an Old Maid—...............Weak Tea. To make Evalyn Smile.............Same as Evalyn’s. To grow a Beard..................Absence. To be a Sport....................Weak Tea. To grow Fat______________________ Pink Lemonade. lo get more “E’s” than Georgia ....Separated Milk. To cut “Scabby” out..............Depends upon his finance. To be a Kid......................Horlick’s Malted Milk. To be a Spinster.................Strong Coffee. To be a Flirt____________________Hasn’t any. To smile at the Right Time.......She’s from Milwaukee—“Nuf sed.” To be Noticed....................She hasn’t any. To do Something Worth While......He takes his straight. To be a Pool Room Athlete....— Tom and Jerry. To be Teacher....................Hot Water. To be a Sport....................Anything that’s stylish. To make G. Happy.................Whatever Gertrude orders. To see Durnford..................Buttermilk. All High School is divided into four parts; one of which the SENIORS inhabit; the JUNIORS a second; another the SOPHOMORES, and the fourth part is inhabited by a people who, in their own estimation, are called “Know it Alls”, blit, in ours, “Freshies”. All these differ from one another in knowl- edge, festivity and size of hat. The greenest of all these are the Freshies, for they arc the farthest removed from the dignity and knowledge of the Seniors, and bright ideas come to them least often and bring those things which tend to strengthen weak minds. The Freshmen are separated from the Sophomores by a great orchard in which grow trees of knowledge. But this is as a barrier to the Freshies, for it is so dense that eye cannot pene- trate its depths. A wide plain, called the “Junior Proms”, sep- arates the Sophomores from the Juniors. This is a pleasant country, full of sweet fruits; but some of the people eat too freely of this fruit, and they have caused dissatisfaction, which lingers in the land of the latter. A wide strip of land, called School Spirit, separates the Juniors from the Seniors. These Juniors are more child-like, and continually crack bum jokes, on which the Freshies feed, but the Seniors are a mighty class, for they lead the school in all activities. No, this is not an escaped convict, but merely an attempt to secure a maximum of result from a minimum of outlay. —74— THAT WELL-KNOWN “POMP”. It was a Missoula barber That told me this little lay; As on my head he plied his art, Reducing my Schedule K.” As I recall it, thus it went: “One day, ’twas five by the clocks, A musician, at least, T tho’t so, From the length of his raven locks, “Came in the shop, and in these words, Which I remember yet, He said, ‘Please, sir, get busy, and Cut my hair a La Follette.' “A-clipping, I grew curious Of the why for all that fur; So I says, ‘Arc you a musician?’ But his answer was, ‘No, sir.’ “ ‘Oh, perhaps, then, you’re an artist— Or, (to myself) a fakir?’ To this inquiry he replies, ‘Oh, no; I am a C W baker.’ “What sort of baker a ‘C-W’ is, He didn’t say, but, a-joshin’, D’ye think that that ‘C-W’ could mean This baker was ‘careless of washing’? “Well, I sheared away for full two hours; He kept a-saying, ‘Shorter’, Till I had to holler for scissors As bricklayers yell for ‘Mortar.’ “Around the chair the hair was heaped About half-way to my slats; Black hair enough—a mattress to stuff, And then make twenty rats. “He seemed so disgusted with his hair— Wish-d it so close to the root, I almost had to light a torch And singe his head, to boot. “Now let me finish by saying That people are surely mutts, Who let either a barber or butcher Give them these short-cuts.” -75- Walter Kemp: “Every day of Pete’s absence makes me feel surer.” McGough (speaking to Ruth Woodford) : “A little fellow can make an awful disturbance.” Paul (in physics Lab., working with electricity) : “Bernice, do you want your hair charged?” Bernice: “No, it’s already charged, I thank you.” OUR FACULTY. Within this town there is a school. With faculty to keep the rule. As chief of all this mighty host, ’Tis Ketcham holds the honored post. There’s John McGough of stalwart build; ’Tis in athletics that he’s skilled. V. Logan pounds and hammers loud; The work he teaches makes us proud. There’s Millspaugh with his humor bright; In facts and dates he’s always right. D. Lever’s mighty with his tongue; May praises for his work be sung. Wise Hazelrigg’s a teacher fine; In science deep, we see him shine. And Mr. Smith to Math, e’er turns, An “e” with him is fully earned. There’s Fraulein Leyenburger wise; In her, the High School has a prize. Miss James is learned in Latin lore; Than she, there’re few who know much more. Miss Jameson knows of bugs and bees.; Of flowers and plants and also trees. The Seniors by Miss Rich are taught; Her English, Juniors oft have sought. Then Miss Ronan takes up the work, Nor ever lets the Sophies shirk. Of English years, Miss Wright has first; ’Tis there the Freshmen quench their thirst. Miss Book has Math, for clever minds; Tis wisdom great in her one finds. Miss Simpson teaches history ; No better teacher lives than she. Miss Johnson teaches girls to sew,— The boys to her with buttons go, Miss Carter’s teaching has much weight; Through her the artist learns his fate. Complete is now this mighty throng, May all their lives be great and long. A. R. S.—’13. Notice. Blessed are they that have suffered for the good of the Grind Department, for so have we suffered in times passed by. Exit the Grind Editor. “Goodbye everybody; goodbye everything.” —76— PLANS FOR THE HIGH SCHOOL IN 1913-14. G. A. Ketcham. When school opens in September, so many changes will have been made in the High School that its old friends will scarcely recognize it. The manual training department will vacate the present shop and will be installed in the front half of the gymnasium building. There will be commodious and well-lighted bench, lathe, forge, machine and drawing rooms. The rooms formerly occupied will be a well-equipped commercial department, offering courses in all commercial subjects. The old draw- ing room will be replaced by a chemical laboratory, equipped with the very best tables and apparatus for doing efficient work in that rapidly increasing important science. On the fourth floor three rooms will be fitted up for domestic science and art. These rooms will be reached by a staircase from the corridors on the third floor. They will be equipped in thorough- going fashion for successful and progressive work in sewing, cooking, designing, millinery and allied subjects. It is the firm belief of the present administra- tion of the High School that the time has come when the high schools must prepare young people for useful service as well as for college, and that no money a community can spend is so well spent as that which is wisely used to this end. —t — itt) - Si Keep Young! Keep Young! Declare your affiliation and join our Progressing Kindergarten EDDY AT HIGGINS Fancy Signs and Epigrammatic Phrases All work guaranteed or paint removed Wor done while you sleep A R KIE 1 I $50.00 Fifty Dollars goes begging in the Missoula Co. High NOTHING TO IT— —JUST SQUEAL- THEN COLLECT. Ask Editor for full particulars LATEST HITS BUM JOKES DRY WIT IN TEN VOLUMES By A. C. M. Profusely Illustrated by M. J. Baker, Barden Lebkicher Senior Wool Merchants Clippings Every Two Weeks Get Your Orders In Now. 0. U. Kiddo “How to Get and Wear His “M” Sweater” By Farley Jacobson CORRESPONDENCE COURSE IN SHAVING Each Shave Guaranteed to La£t Two Weeks All Letters Stridlly Confidential E. McSPADDEN SK How to Get a Case Not a Threshing Engine Nor a Match Box bat a real “CASE” Ask WEB so IN ANSWERING THESE ADVERTISEMENTS PLEASE MENTION THE 1913 BITTER ROOT —78— Conclusion We have attempted to portray as far as pos- sible in this Annual the life and spirit of the students in the Missoula High School. We wish to express our appreciation to all, who, by word, deed, or thought, have placed their time and ability at our disposal on various occasions. Wc I) ope tips Annual mill please non 1|f it i oes, eni one to pour friends. 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