Laurel High School - Laurels Yearbook (Laurel, MT)

Text from Pages 1 - 108 of the 1919 volume:

LAUREL HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL 1919 DEDICATION. To express our sincere appreciation of one who is ever active and interested in all student affairs, who is always working for the best interests of the high school, do we dedicate this, our first volume of the Laurel High School Annual to ALFRED J. MORGAN. TABLE OF CONTENTS. Page 3—Dedication. 5—Greetings. 7—Foreword. 11—Course ot' Study. 13—School Board. 15— Faculty. 16— Classes. 34—Organizations. 46— Laurel High School. 47— Alumni. 48— Literary. 61—Departments. 67—Jokes. 70—Snaps. 74—Senior Play Cast. 76—Calendar. 78—Editorial Staff. 80—Information about Some of the L. H. S. Students. 82—Finis. 83—Advertisements. GREETINGS. To those who see the bright as well as the dark side of life; To those whose aim is not to tear down, but to build up; To those who can overlook the inevitable incongruities that arise To those who can praise as well as criticise; To all true and loyal friends of the LAUREL HIGH SCHOOL. FOREWORD In presenting this book to the public; we wish to express our sincere thanks to those who have made this publication possible. This is the first year book to be published from the Laurel High School, and in it we have endeavored to recall to the students and alumni their old days in Laurel High. Our purpose is not to publish a volume of literary excellence, but to bring the public into closer touch with the students, and to create a sympathetic understanding of their problems, aims, and efforts. LAUREL HIGH SCHOOL. It’s the same, old walk in the morning, i oys. To the same old red brick hut. Chained all day to the same old desk To keep us from being a nut. We study the same old greasy books, From these we learn the knowledge we gain. Oh! how will I manage to stick it out? Can I ever go back again ? Some of us live in the country, some of us nearer the school, But all of help with the seat of our pants, To polish a mahogany stool. In our studies the merits of Latin and French, Some of us try to explain, But when we are gone, we will wonder if We can ever go back again. G---- —9— HIGH SCHOOL COURSE OF STUDY FIRST YEAR. English I. Elementary Algebra. Latin I. General Science. Domestic Art 01- Manual Training. SECOND YEAR. English II. Plane Geometry. Latin II. Ancient History. Domestic Science 01- Manual Training. THIRD YEAR. English III. Advanced Algebra and Solid Geometry. Book Keeping. Modern and Medieval History. French I or Latin III. Physics or Chemistry. FOURTH YEAR. English IV. United States History and Civics. French II or Latin IV. Chemistry or Physics. -U-. BOARD OF TRUSTEES E. L. FENTON, Clerk C. W. LAIRI) GEO. W. GRAFF, Chairman REESE PRICE JOS. GEHRETT G. E. SETTERGREN HIGH SCHOOL FACULTY MAY M. PETERSON FRED W. GRAFF LASSARA HARTMAN ALFRED J. MORGAN LUCILE M. SAXTON —16— SENIORS. OFFICERS. Maude Mitchell_____________________________ Elma Kinnick___________________________Vice Cora Duncan________________________________ Lillian Hall_______________________________ Motto—“Love, Labor and Laugh.” Colors—Maroon and White. Flower—American Beauty Rose. President President Secretary Treasurer —17— MAUDE MITCHELL. I’m not of the talking sort; Let my deeds speak for me. CORA DUNCAN. Cora goes to class, Cora comes away, Cora is so busy, she ne’er has time to play. ELMA KINNICK. Quiet, modest, and perfectly true, She’s all that and a little more too. . ROGER SCHAUER. A rose among the thorns. HENRIETTA MERRITT. Cheer up, the worst is yet to come, Look pleasant until it’s done. —21— FLORENCE PATTERSON. So wise, so young, they say, Do never live long. —28— DOROTHY WOLD. Whether she knows a thing or no, Her tongue eternally will go. ETHEL NICHOLAS r ake your time, Life is too short to hurry. CLASS WILL OF 1919. WE, the members of the senior class, realizing that we shall soon end this life in L. H. S. and wishing to show our regard for the class of 1920, do hereby draw the following will: I, Cora Duncan, do will all my self possession and dignity to Lucille Scheideckei' to aid the faculty in her senior year. I, Evelyn Gummow, having the habit, bequeath my last bottle of peroxide to Mildred Richardson. I, Lillian Hall, having decided to give up trying to attract the boys, and to settle down as an old maid, do will all my adornments to Audra Richardson in hopes that she will use them to a better advantage than I have. I, Elma Kinnick, feeling that I have outgrown the cork screw curl age, do will my nickname “Cork,” originating from the aforesaid curls to Alma Cloyd in hopes that the nickname may apply to her when she is a senior. I, Henrietta Merritt, having the girls of L. H. S. jealous of my eyebrows and complexion, bequeath my make-up to any junior girl who wishes to become the beauty of the school. I, Maude Mitchell, having done my duty as president of the senior class of ’19 do will my position to Nellie Baumgartner together with the ability of being a bank breaker. I, Ethel Nicholas, do bequeath my dreamy looks to Grace Boyd hoping that itwill serve her as a senior tonic. I, Florence Patterson, realizing that I shall have no more use for my school music, do will my place at the piano to Charlotte Vannice in hopes that she will be able to hold it as long as I did. I, Roger Schauer, finding the back seat in the assembly convenient inasmuch as it gives me a good view of the girls, do will said seat to Arthur Scheidecker so that next year he will not have the trouble of turning around. I, Dorothy Wold, do will my delicate tho thrilling voice to Hazel Lan-mon on the condition that she will not let it be so annoying. TO THE GRADUATING CLASS. HE quality and character of a school is measured by the quality and character of its graduates. Whatever Laurel High stands for should be reflected in a large degree, in your efficiency as students, in your ideals of life, and in your character as citizens in our prosperous and grow- As students you have done well and have established a record of which we all are proud, you not only have the typical scholar, Miss Maude Mitchell, as your leader and validictorian, but you have others high up in scholarship estimates. While your superintendent is always proud of high scholarship and devotion to study among the students, you have stood for that which is to him above scholarship, you have ever shown the beautiful spirit of respectful obedience, and in doing so, have established new and advanced ideals in the student life of tne school. The graduating class reflects its standards and ideals upon the other classes. Whatever it does, the others emu'ate. Your record, therefore, has given spirit and encouragement to the whole school. The school will always be better because you have been students in it. As you go forth trom the school, I hope each of you will maintain these standards and ideals in life that you have shown as a class in school. Character is more than scholarship. Our country now needs men and women of character and high ideals more than it needs any other thing. If our country is to maintain the standard w'hich is expected of it by other nations, it must depend upon the character and ideals of the men and women w’ho come up thru the public schools. Let me urge upon you therefore, that whenever and wherever you have an opportunity in the future that you do all you can to maintain and support the public school system of your community. Maintain it in the elements of simple democracy and efficiency. Make it just as good as the best. Permit nothing to interfere with its proper growth and work. In doing this one thing well, your name will go into posterity hallowed by the love and gratitude of many. You will not have lived in vain. The community in which you have lived and labored will be better because you lived in it. Your Superintendent, ing town. ALFRED J. MORGAN. —27— JUNIORS. OFFICERS. Laura Phillips____________________________President Audra Richardson_____________________Vice President Lucille Scheidecker______________________ Secretary Alma Cloyd________________________________Treasurer Motto—“Always the Same.” Co’crs—Pink and White. FIcv er—Pink Rose. Arthur Scheidecker Hazel Lanman Audra Richardson Nellie Baumgartner Laura Phillips Grace Boyd Mildred Richardson Alma Cloyd Lucile Scheidecker Delphia Turner Dollie Baumgartner Charlotte Van nice —28— SOPHOMORES, OFFICERS. C. Franklin Parker____________________________President Wilbur H. Vaughn_________________________Vice President Lin Jordan____________________________________Secretary Grace McIntyre_______________________________ Treasurer Motto—“Be Sharp. Be Natural. But Never Be Flat. Colors—Old Rose and Gold. Flower—Yellow Crysanthemum. Back Row—Left to right: Jack Lay Wilbur Vaughn Oswald Burla C. Franklin Parker Paul Wold Center Row: Nona Hageter Lin Jordan Edith Mitchell Sara Hopkins Christine Vannice Front Row: Verna Arnold Hazel Flaskerude Marion Gummow Grace McIntyre FRESHMEN OFFICERS. Gertrude Chidley--------------------------- Thelma Richardson----------------------Vice Dorothea Linnett--------------------------- Lillian Ponath__________________________ Motto—“Rowing Not Drifting.” Colors—Green and White. Flower—Peony. Back Row—Left to right: Thelma Richardson Vinton Bray Lillian Ponath John Spencer Dorothea Front Row: Anna Kilpatrick Beatrice Wold Florence Fritz Lillian Scheidecker Elizabeth President President Secretary Treasurer Linnett Crutcher -32- 0 R G A N I Z A T I 0 N S ASSOCIATE EDITORS C. FRANKLIN PARKER, Editor-in-chief NONA HAGETER, Ass’t Editor-in-Chief LIN JORDAN, Literary Editor FLORENCE PATTERSON.Business M«r THE STUDENTS COUNCIL. For the purpose of obtaining valuable training in student government under the supervision of the faculty, the Students’ Council was organized in the fall of 1918. OFFICERS. Cora Duncan______________________________________President Arthur Scheidecker_________________Junior Vice President Wilbur Vaughn-------------------Sophomore Vice President Thelma Richardson----------------Freshmen Vice President C. Franklin Parker_______________________________Secretary Alma Oloyd---------------------------------------Treasurer LE CERCLE FRANCAIS, Le Cercle Francais was organized in December 1918. The purpose of this club is to develop ease in French conversation and to also develop interest in the French life and customs. The learning of the French national anthem, “La Marsellaise,” v.as considered one of the first duties of the members of the organization. officp:rs. Cora Duncan________________________ Arthur Scheidecker_________________ Laura Phillips_____________________ Lillian Hall_______________________ _____President Vice President ---- Secretary ____Treasurer Henrietta Merritt Edith Mitchell Grace Boyd Lin Jordan Dorothy Wold Florence Patterson Charlotte Vannice Audra Richardson C. Franklin Parker Verna Arnold Elma Kinnick Ethel Nicholas Paul A. Wold MEMBERS. Lucille Scheidecker Lillian Hall Hazel Lanman Arthur F. Scheidecker Grace Nally Alma Cloyd Mildred Richardson Evelyn Gummow Roger Schauer Laura Phillips Dollie Baumgardner Cora Duncan Nellie Baumgartner GLEE CLUB. The Glee Club was organized in the fall of 1918, and made its first appearance at the Boy Scout band concert given February 8, 1919. Tho still in it’s infancy, it is hoped that with enthusiastic and earnest efforts, the organization will grow to be a spur to all musical students and a vital factor in school life. OFFICERS. Lucille Scheidecker_________________________ President Wm. Oswald Burla________________________Vice President Grace McIntyre______________________________ Secretary Arthur Scheidecker___________________________Treasurer Grace Boyd Evelyn Gummow Marion Gummow Sara Hopkins Anna Kilpatrick Dorothea Linnett Grace McIntyre Florence Patterson Lillian Ponath MEMBERS. Lillian Scheidecker Lucille Scheidecker Delphia Turner Dorothy Wold Stellavee Wooters Wm. Oswald Burla C. Franklin Parker John Spencer Arthur Scheidecker Wilbur Vaughn —40— GIRLS’ CASKET BALL TEAM. Owing to the influenza epidemic, the girls’ basket ball season was short, but nevertheless was followed with a great deal of interest. The players were chosen in January and Alma Cloyd was elected captain. Since the team was organized so late in the season, it was impossible to schedule a large number of games. In spite of this drawback, however, the team had the distinction and satisfaction of being victorious in every contest entered. The games were as follows: Laurel vs. Red Lodge, score 11 to 9—At Laurel. Laurel vs. Columbus, score 7 to 5—At Laurel. Laurel vs. Billings South Side Community, score 16 to 8—At Laurel. TEAM. Name. Alma Cloyd, (Captain)------------------ Grace Boyd----------------------------- Lillian Hall--------------------------- Florence Patterson--------------------- Grace Nally---------------------------- Dorothea Linnett_______________________ Substitutes—Sara Hopkins, Delphia Turner. Position. ..Right Forward ...Left Forward Jumping Center Standing Center _____Left Guard ____Right Guard — 42— BOYS’ BASKET BALL. In spite of being handicapped by the loss of many of the older boys, the school this year was able to build up a team among the younger students. The boys through long days of hard practice and training, proved to be the fastest of any Laurel team for four years. Though outstripped in weight and size by all opposing teams, the boys held their ov.n with remarkable tenacity, and came up as true sportsmen in both defeat and victory. TEAM MEMBERS. Arthur Scheidecker (Captain) Paul Wold_________________ Oswald Burla______________ Alfred Cloyd______________ Harold Wilson_____________ ..Left Forward Right Forward _______ Center ___Left Guard __Right Guard GAMES. Laure, 19; Red Lodge, 30—At Laurel. Laurel, 9; Columbus, 21—At Laurel. Laurel, 3; Columbus, 51—At Columbus. Laurel, 18, Billings Congregational, 7—At Laurel. —44 — i LAUREL HIGH SCHOOL. Y first knowledge of the Laurel High School begins with the ad- ministration of W. A. Longley who was principal in 1908-’09, and 1909-’10. In the second year of Mr. Longley’s administration the course of study was extended to four years, and there; were no graduates that year. In 1910-’ll, A. O. Nelson served as superintendent. He resigned the office several weeks before the expiration of his term, and Attorney B. L. Price was selected by the board of education to complete the year’s work which he did in a highly satisfactory manner. One sweet girl graduate, in the person of Miss Jeanette McLaughlin, constituted the senior class, and was the first pupil to complete a four years’ course in the Laurel High School. In 1911, D. S. Ginger took charge as superintendent, in which capacity he acted for seven years. In his administration James E. Baltzell, A. O. Bowden, Leroy Beam, C. J. Powell, D. B. Rogers, and A. J. Morgan successively served as principal of the high school. In December. 1911, the Laurel High School was fully accredited by the state board of education for a four years’ course of study. During these years the course of study was amplified by the addition of several branches of study the most notable of which, perhaps, was the organization of courses in domestic science, and manual training in 1914. In 1915, the high school gymnasium, which was begun the preceding year, was completed, thus opening up a new era in athletics. In January, 1916, the High School building was destroyed by fire and, for the remainder of that year and the first semester of the following year, high school sessions were held in the gymnasium building. The erection of a new, fire-proof high school building, thoroughly modern in arrangement, is a tribute to the board of education that supervised its architecture and construction. Since the date of organization of the four years’ course of study, forty-three names have be,en added to the alumna] roster of Laurel High. It is a matter of congratulation that there is no “vacant chair” in the high school alumni and, while the exigencies of matrimony have changed the orthography of some names, we give them as they were written at the date of investment with certificates of graduation. D. S. CLINC.ER. 1911 Jeanette McLaughlin 1912 Edna Funk Ruamy Neeff 1912 Cora Bray Vivian Harrow Mae Pope Henry Lamb 1914 Lena Boyd Bryant Nutting Vernon Crouse Leslie Hartley 1915 Edith Duncan Clara Duncan Gladys Corson Olive Saunders Ethel Shoop Dorothy Young Elvin Shay William Coombs 1916 Valma Shay Edna Lock ridge Jessie Kinnick Gladys Mainwaring Alta Fritz Doro'hy Turner Daisy Munyan Ruby Nicholas William Hartley Frances Fenton Cecelia Gummow Neal Corson Clifton Royalty Vinton Shay Arthur Young 1917 Leslie Sheets Robert Richards Amos Flood Alfred Warfield Wallace Warfield Lillian Patterson Margaret Hall Sarah Duncan Harriet Fenton Edward Poulson Loran Kenyon Russell Huston ALUMNI 1911— Mrs. Jeanette McLaughlin, Marvin_______________Joliet, Montana 1912— Mrs. Edna Funk, Coombs_________________________Laurel, Montana Mrs. Ruamy Neeff, Dinsmore__________________________Nora, Montana 1913— Cora Bray______________________________________Laurel, Montana Vivian Darrow___________________________________Billings, Montana Mae Pope________________________________________Missoula, Montana Henry Lamb________________________________________Laurel, Montana 1914— Lena Bos'd, Sullivan_________________________Billings, Montana Bryant Nutting____________________________________Laurel, Montana Vernon Crouse____________________________________Shepard, Montana Leslie Hartley____________________________________Laurel, Montana 1915— Edith Duncan___________________________________Laurel, Montana Clara Duncan______________________________________Laurel, Montana Gladys Corson____________________________________________SanDiego, California Mrs. Olive Saunders, Shay________________________Shepard, Montana Mrs. Ethel Shoop, Shay____________________________Laurel, Montana Dorothy Young_____________________________________________Seattle, Washington Elvin Shay_______________________________________Shepard, Montana William Coombs____________________________________Laurel, Montana 1916— Valma Shay_____________________________________Laurel, Montana Mrs. Edna Lockridge, Kaifer_______________________Hardin, Montana Jessie Kinnick________________________________Livingston, Montana Frances Fenton____________________________________Laurel, Montana Cecelia Gummow_______:____________________________Laurel, Montana Clifton Royalty___________________________________Laurel, Montana Vinton Shay_______________________________________Laurel, Montana Arthur Young______________________________________________Seattle, Washington Neal Corson____________________________________SanDiego, Califomia 1917— Alfred Warfield________________________________Laurel, Montana Wallace Warfield__________________________________Laurel, Montana Mrs. Gladys Mainvvaring, Hale---------------------Laurel, Montana Dorothy Turner____________________________________Laurel, Montana Daisy Munyan_____________________________________Shepard, Montana Ruby Nicholas_____________________________________Laurel, Montana William Hartley___________________________________Laurel, Montana Leslie Sheets_____________________________________Laurel, Montana Robert Richards___________________________________Laurel, Montana Amos Flood_____________________________________Park City, Montana Alta Fritz________________________________________Laurel, Montana 1918— Lillian Patterson______________________________Laurel, Montana Mrs. Margaret Hall, Bradford______________________Laurel, Montana Sarah Duncan______________________________________Laurel, Montana Harriet Fenton____________________________________Laurel, Montana Edward Poulson____________________________________Laurel, Montana Loran Kenyon______________________________________Laurel, Montana Russell Huston____________________________________Laurel, Montana —47— VALEDICTORY. HIS is an occasion that we have looked forward to with joy, but now that it has arrived we feel regret. We rejoice that the time has ar- rived when we are adjudged competent to graduate, and tho we regret that the associations of the school room must cease, except in the sweet memories of the past, we, nevertheless, are happy to think that we are to be accounted worthy to go into the world and aid its progress. The human mind is worthy of all the pains that can be bestowed upon it. In whatever department we look, we must admire its productions. This has been true thru all ages past and will continue to be true In the future. The productions of coming generations depend upon the efforts made in mental development today. The leaders in future progress come from the present schoolroom. How important it is then, that we shall remember and apply to the best of our ability all that we have received while students, for the voice of duty calls us from these retreats to assist the workers who are earnestly striving to promote the welfare and happiness of the human race. Let us see to it that the class of 1919 furnishes no drones in the great hive of human industry; with that noble purpose which is bom of true genuineness of character and that inflexible determination which knows no failure, let us pass out the gate that now opens and enter into the field of life’s active duties. Let us resolve to discharge fully the obligations we owe to our parents and not disappoint the,ir expectations. Let us help the world by earnestly striving to better its condition and we shall help ourselves by a continuous endeavor to build ourselves up to a higher and more noble plane of manhood and womanhood . Life is so short and the range of human knowledge has increased so enormously, that no brain can know all things; but the first law of success today is concentration. Let us then bend all our energies to one point, for it is the men of single and intense purpose, who steel their souls against all things else who accomplish the work of the world and are everywhere in demand when there is work to be done. True success comes from living earnestly, energetically and righteously. We, who are gathered here today, will soon be men and women mingling with those who make money. But we must be honest. The true man of success is not measured by his wealth, but by his honesty, and he is not respected unless he is honest. His motto is to look up and not down, for that is one of the elements of true manhood and womanhood. To our instructors, who have so faithfully labored with us, and who have kindled the fires of zeal for knowledge in our hearts, we would say that time and distance will fail to erase you from our memories, or in you we have found a friend and counselor. To you we feel indebted for much that we are or may be, and your example shall be our guiding star. As we go out into our new field of action, we tender our best wishes and hopes for your future success. With a deep sense of our obligations to you, and of gratitude for the ability, zeal and care which you have exercised in our behalf, we, one and all, bid you a kind farewell. My classmates, as we linger for a moment in the strong bonds of school fellowship, we hardly realize that our high school days are ended. But however reluctant we may be to sever our connections with the school that we have learned to love, we are admonished that our accounts are already made up and the last seal is now being affixed to the record that contains the history of our school lives. As we extend to each other the last farewell greetings of school life, let us keep in mind the bright prospects which now spread out before us; let us determine that the theories which we have here received may be made practical realities. Now that we are to be ushered into the struggling scenes of life, we find that all our sweet relations as classmates must be severed, and the pleasing intercourse that existed between our teachers and us must be broken. These are the last exercises that mark the dividing line between school life and the unknown future. In going forth, my dear classmates, to struggle in life’s contest, let perseverance mark our efforts and morality our conduct. Let righteousness be our watchword and let us act our part as men and women who, when we have finished the journey of life, may feel that we have been instrumental in opening a way to the crown of glory and happiness in immortal bliss. MAUDE MITCHELL. —50— SALUTATORY N behalf of my teachers and classmates, I heartily salute and welcome you here tonight to witness the last rites of our school days. Bright, golden days they have been, around which the fondest memories will ever cling, and of which we can only think with a tear of regret that they have passed away so soon. As we venture into the world we realize that we must bend all our energies to one point, looking neither to the right nor to the left. If we would succeed we must know our work perfectly, and we must be content if we can succeed in knowing one thing well. Education is a process to fit us for the work of life. It is the capital needed to start in any kind of business. It is from the attainments of our years of school life that we will leam lessons of wisdom for future. From all the ages the great departed are warning us to avoid the errors which marked the mighty kingdom of the past, and as we go forth into the broader school of life, it is with a feeling that the fortunes and misfortunes of this great world will soon be the inheritance of our generation and that we must prepare to enter upon its possession. We must then strive to have greater decision of character, seeking prosperity and wisdom as well as prudence and self-control, and we must cherish highly the thought that we were born to receive good and to do good. Any boy or girl who has followed the thread of American history, who has pondered over the spirit of the men and women who developed this great democratic government, through the war for independence with unaccountable hardships and suffering for many long years, can easilv understand that the American school is the child of democracy and the most potent influence in our country to-day for promoting and safeguarding democracy. This great educational system endeavors and is succeeding with greater rapidity than any other country to do away with nihilism and anarchy—that misguided sentiment which mistakes liberty for license. Knowledge, talent and wealth are mighty powers in the government of both the school and country, but there is a mightier force in the world than these—a power which wealth is not rich enough to purchase, nor talent strong enough to overcome nor knowledge wise enough to reach. It is truth—the most essential element in our social and individual life. This is the one indestructible thing in the world that loses in no conflict, suffers from no misusage and abuse, and maintains its vitality and completeness after every result. The man of truth and the course of truth have the certainty of success—that which we begin to look forward to as we step into the path of life. Although a certain amount of financial progress is necessary to live, we must not make money the sole object of our work. We cannot forget the spiritual and the ideal, but must faithfully endeavor to live up to our higher aim. For the success of a man is not measured by his wealth, but by his earnest, energetic and righteous living. All our difficulties in the school room, all our trials in home life, all our pleasures have been shared with kind teachers, loving parents and bouyant schoolmates. But now, as we are ushered into the scenes of the unknown future, we will make every effort to do not better, but our best and will ever hold in grateful remembrance the yesterdays of our school years. Kind friends, as we appear for the last time in connection with the school, we hope for your earnest and sympathetic attention, and we shall beg you to accept our thanks. We are sure of your approval of these efforts of ours for an education, as standing on the threshold of life, we desire your good wishes and your cordial benedictions. CORA DUNCAN. DECLAMATION Franklin Parker represented Laurel in the extemporaneous speaking contest held in Billings March 18, where he won second place in the Yellowstone district. The theme of his speech was “President Wilson’s Program for a League of Nations Should Be Approved” and probably would have carried even higher honors had not the speaker who did win this distinction, already spoken on his subject three times before. Owing to the seriousness of the influenza situation at Bozeman, the state contest, in which the two winners would have participated, was canceled for the year. -5a- THE GIFT OF OTI OR The Origin of the Sunset. N far off Luviania, more years ago than one cares to count, there lay a tiny obscure valley. Shut off from the rest of mankind, it grew in — all its primitive beauty inhabited by an ancient and unbroken race of sun worshippers. In one large village they lived, a moral upright people, led by their own conscience and ruled by the will of their god. For many years the people stood high in the favor of the ever-mighty sun. Then at length there came a time when the moon, queen of the night dared to become jealous of the brazen brightness of the sun. Enraged at her insolence, the god stripped her of what insignificant brilliance she did have and would have further wronged her had he not been compelled to listen to the entreaties of his worshippers. They begged him to spare the gentle lady, and he, turning to them in wrath, agreed to do this on the condition that every year they sacrifice to him seven of their youths and maidens. Willing to make even this sacrifice, they agreed, and the subdued Lunar Lady was left in peace. Greatest of all the villagers, and priest and interpreter to the sun, was Abo, the wisest man of his race. No one of the people was more grieved to see the cruel sacrifice of life than he, yet he knew the utter uselessness of appealing to the easily provoked god. Finally, he made one great effort and spoke to the villagers. He called them together and assembled them in the grass carpeted hollow below him. Then he arose and spoke. “I have called you together, Oh my people, to rebuke you on your conduct. Why mock ye your god with empty words and idle worship? Why stand ye back and see our youths and maidens sacrificed? Know ye not that the invincible sun is displeased, with his servants, else he would never demand this? Cruel and mighty in war, he is, but he loves his people well and is greatly dissatisfied, or never would this be necessary. Think, delve deep into your science, and the secrets of your fathers; pray to your god that he may communicate to you some way of appeasing him.” He ceased speaking, and the people arose and departed, slowly, sadly, and with heads bowed to their bosoms. Well they knew the truth of the great man’s words. Well they knew that they had displeased their god, and they also realized how vain it would be to plead for redemption of the sacrifice any other way than of pleasing him with some gift—and the dazzling sun was not easily pleased. At last there arose from among the people a man of great worth. Valorous was he and so the legend reads, strong as ten men. “I will please our mighty father,” he said boastingly. “I will redeem my people.” For many years he toiled with the help of great magic, and at length bowed with age, he stood back to survey his handiwork. Surely the sun would be pleased. Surely he would withdraw his command. Year after year he had toiled, and year after year the sacrifice had been made; and —54— now fired with the hope that this should be no more, he le t as a token to the good will of the sun a sight such as never before been seen, a huge vast mass of shining crags, called by their creator, mountains, and from the highest of these there came by some unknown magic, smoke. How this miracle had been performed no one knew, and the worker refused to reveal the secret. The people were astonished and awed, and could for a time speak of nothing else. But the mighty sun was angry. “Well I know,” said he, “that thou hast employed other gods and other magics than mine in working this worldly marvel. Of what use could I make of it? Thou hast only wrought to draw my people's attention from me to your works. Traitor, depart and be seen no more.” So this man passed away and there arose after him another generation. And still the sun demanded his sacrifice. Finally there came to Abo out of a certain peasant family, a humble youth who was called Oti, and he craved permission of the priest to use his skill in appeasing the wrathful god. “For,” he said, “from my grandsire have I inherited a secret. Well guarded has it been and nothing on the living earth or in the depths below can know of it. Full well I know ’twill please my god, for he is vain.” By appealing to the personal vanity of the sun, he hoped to succeed. So Oti departed from the village and came to a cave, and there he worked in secret. With long and patient toil he distilled from nature the magic gift to the sun. When he returned, he presented to Abo, as a gift to the god, five small vials all labelled and containing the most precious coloring that had ever been known. One contained a fluid as golden as the precious metal taken from the hills, and from the gold he had distilled it. The second was the deepest pink of the most beautiful rose. Another was the purest azure of the summer sky. One was a deep Vermillion, and the last, a wonderful color none had before seen, the very essence of violet. Much the people marvelled and great was the praise lavished upon Oti. With the persevering toil of his hands, he had wrought from nature this wonderful work of art to redeem his people. The sun god’s vanity was touched when he beheld this marvelous gift and learned its use. In the glory of his victory over the moon, he forgave his people freely and accepted the offering. Indeed, so pleased was he that he transformed Oti and his brother into lesser gods to sit one on the right and one of the left of him. And to this day if the weather permits we may see them shining dimly with the glory of their god. And so, the great god, every evening before he retired from the sky and surrendered his place to the moon, openly flaunted in her face the marvelous colored gift his subjects had given him. So proud was he that he painted the evening sky about him, never the same variety, but in beautiful disorder, only withdrawing the colors as he helplessly sank to darker realms below. And so what we call the sunset, as we daily watch its pagan beauty, if we only knew is only a painting of the sun done to mock the moon and prove to her his greater power and supremacy. LIN JORDAN. THE QUEST. RAY of sunlight formed a broad, yellow streak over the brown car- pet, and its reflected light filled the office with a glow that could merely suggest the warmth of the bright spring morning outside. Shoving his chair back from the desk. Colonel Graham crossed the room to the row of windows looking down upon the street below where he could watch the pedestrain on his way to work. Groups of eager children passed from time to time, and their merry laughter floated upward with the May breeze, adding to the perfection of the mild morning, that human element without which nature is incomplete. “Ah, the innocent joy of childhood!” Graham mused to himself. “How long will their gay laughter continue? Will they ever experience this vague longing for something unknown, for something which neither books nor science can reveal?” He watched the merrv troup disappear down the street when a light tap at the door dispelled the wistful smile from his face, and he turned toward the visitor. “Oh, Doctor Stanton! Good morning! You come to see about the funds for this new home for the aged I presume. I wrote out a check this morning.” “Ah, yes. Thank you; thank you. You can never imagine what a pleasure it is to meet a man of such generosity, one who so willingly supports a worthy cause. It must give you great satisfaction to know that your wealth is directed toward such a goal.” “It is only my duty,” Graham answered, “to help the lower classes.” The lower classes. This phrase presented to Graham the mob of laborers who daily filled the streets, people he had never known, whom he never expected to know. He regarded them as the poor unfortunate people who needed his money, and so he gave it to them. Doctor Stanton arose to depart, and the two men shook hands; the one with the deepest respect and admiration for a noble man of charity; the other, with a feeling of having willingly done his duty overbalanced by an inexplicable sense of unworthiness and neglect. “It must give you great satisfaction,” Graham murmured as the door c'osed upon the caller. “Satisfaction! Does it? No,” he exclaimed. “That is what I iack. That is what I have ever longed for, what has caused this feeling of incompleteness and discontent. Still, why should it?” He studied the open ledger upon his desk, as the ray of sunlight sent a gleam through his silver hair which contrasted sharply with the dark lines of bewilderment in his thought-chiseled face. He glanceG down the long columns of donations in the past years; then rose to go out into the warm, spring sunshine. As he walked briskly down the avenue, people looked up with admiration at the tall, philanthropic man, erect and square-shouldered in spite of his sixty years. He passed through the park where here and there, sportive children rolled in the grass, and farther on, a slight, gossamei- —56— clad girl, the very embodiment of May itself, sang with all the exuberance of joyous youth and energy. Graham smiled at the pleasing picture, but unseen shadows closed upon him, and his heart became heavy and discordant with the spring morning. He turned toward his home, and as he passed the rows of laborers digging monotonously in the ditches at his side, they turned to watch him as though a shower of gold left a trail in their midst; but Graham smiled indifferently at the effects which his money produced. These people were strangers to him. His thoughts weighed upon him like lead while he wondered at the lack of a satisfied feeling which he thought his generosity should bring him; and the day became dark and gloomy, with merely a hint at the bright sunshine behind the heavy cloud which overshadowed his mind. Weeks and even months passed, and Colonel Graham grew more and more restless and dejected. “Edward!” His wife spoke sympathetically and earnestly one evening in late August as the two sat together in the early rays of the twilight. “Is there nothing that can restore you to your old health and enthusiasm? You have every reason to be an unusually happy man, a man of your situation who has everything in the world he could want, both money and friends. Can I not prescribe a trip to the mountains to remove this despondency? You are in a most run-down condition.” For a moment Colonel Graham rested his head in his hand, and as he raised it, the dusk revealed a thin, white face deeply lined with care and anxiety. “There is nothing, my dear; nothing within my power. Some things there are in this world which money can never bring, and one ex' them is happiness. He who said, ‘A heavy purse maketh a light heart,’ spoke from inexperience, and as for generosity, even Emerson says, ‘We know who is benevolent by quite other means than the amount of subscription to soup-societies. It is only low merits that can be enumerated.’ No, my dear, the light of joy is far beyond my reach.” The room was dark and the street light sent a faint glimmer through the open window as the dark figure of Colonel Graham rose from his chair, and he exclaimed, “But I will try. I will try the mountains.” Far up among the hills where the gigantic rocks meet the very heavens themselves, a weary t rave lea' spurred his horse to a swilter pace as he turned toward the valley stretching westward. Horse and rider were tired and dusty from the hot rays of the sun during the day. Suddenly a jar of thunder filled the still air and the great, black clouds piled higher and higher above the mountains as the sharp flashes of lightning outlined their jagged edges. Colonel Graham mechanically quickened his pace, heedless of all except that he must move onward. His face bore the marks of despair and melancholy, and he murmured: “I give it up. My life must continue its isolated course. I give it up as useless. For me, there is no happiness, no cheer.” He crossed a wild mountain stream and gazed into the foaming —57— waters as they dashed and whirled onward, faster and faster with the ever rising wind. He would have been grateful to lie down in its channel and to feej his life rushing onward, faster and faster as the waters bore it away. He shivered as a deafening clap of thunder sent the rain in torrents, which went swishing around the horse’s feet. Dimly through the great sheets of water, he caught a faint glimmer, and he rode on in that direction until he stopped at a dingy, rude hut in the valley. He paused for a moment before the gray, disconsolate looking shelter, and stationing his horse in the protection of a tree, he rapped loudly at the door. A faint voice from within muttered something scarcely audible, and Graham entered. He peered around the low-ceilinged hut, dimly lighted with a scrap of a candle, and started back involuntarily at the unexpected sight in the corner. On a dirty, ill-kept cot. an apparent bundle of rags stirred as he entered, and a pair of red, sunken eyes glared from a haggard face at the intruder. “Who are you and what is your errand?” the decrepit old man stammered in feeble whispers. Graham shuddered and a sensation of repulsion and disgust came over him as he looked at his companion for the night and at the miserable conditions which money could never banish; and he answered cooly, “I am Colonel Edward Graham, a stranger in this wild country, and I seek shelter for the night.” The miserable man started suddenly, and slowly rose to his feet. Bringing the candle, with trembling hands, close to the colonel’s face, he scrutinized every feature and murmured, “Graham.” The two men looked at each other in silence, and as the old broken-down being sank into a heap upon his cot, he added faintly, “Dale.” “Dale!” Graham sprang to the cot and peered into the old man’s face. There in those blood-shot eyes, he recognized the face of a staunch friend of his boyhood, a man who in early youth had had every advantage of this man of wealth. Graham shook with a sudden anguish, and as he sank at the side of this pitiable human wreck, a feeling of pity and helplessness stirred him, which he had never felt before. “Dale!” he cried over and over as he thought of the boys with the same start in life; but oh, what a difference now! Graham realized for the first time circumstances which mere fate had saved from being his lot, and as the last flicker of candle light left the room in darkness, his whole heart and soul went out to the miserable man at his side. He felt for his purse, but realizing its utter uselessness, he dropped it in disgust. “Dale,” he cried again as he lowered his head at the bedside, and his frame shook with low, short sobs. Gradually his gift quieted into passive, sympathetic submission, and he experienced what he had sought his entire life, when he gave all he could give, a tear. Gut in the dark night, the clouds broke into rifts as a silvery ray of moonlight entered the cottage and lit up the white, impassioned features of the traveler. Slowly he turned his face upward toward the cool light, and as he felt the motionless form at his side, his whole heart and soul sped out to all suffering mankind. FLORENCE PATTERSON. —58— THE ASSEMBLY ALPHABET As accidently ( ?) Alma Aims an apple-core at Art, Brave Beatrice blockades the blow By bringing Boyd the dart. Cora coughs to chech a laugh, Consumes a crate of chalk, Digs her dull pen in Delphia’s dome, Delays her drawing Dot. E’en Elma’s earnest eager eyes Enlist in escapades, Follow Franklin’s frantic form Forcing fluent aids. Gradually Grace gazes ’round, Gurgles a guarded tune; Here Henrietta stops by force Her humming in the room. Irving illy intervenes In mirror and sunshine intact, Jutting rays on John in play. Just hitting jiggly Jack. Keenly then Kilpatrick’s ire Kindles as just Scotch can, Laying blows on Lillian, Little caring where they land. Mildred munches musty buns, Mumbles in muffled tones. Not noticing Nona’s knowing frowns Nor nods and nasal groans. Onerary Oswald offers an orange Of paper to others around ; Primpingly Paul with powder puff Puts on pallor as well as a frown. Buff led Roger raises eyes, Reproves such riot and roar, Since Sara’s sighs and Squeak’s shrill shrieks Show mousey run ’long the floor. Ti:� Thelma tops the tragic tale. Tries to touch rat tails with salt. Vile Vinton volleys some vigorous kicks, Valiant, brings mouse to a halt. When Wilbur wilfully whines and howls While working up windy buffoon; When in steps teacher, calls those down Who play when alone in the room. XYZ XYZ —59— IT ISN’T THE SCHOOL, IT’S YOl. If you want to live in the kind of a school. Like the kind of a school you like, You need’t pack your clothes in a grip. And start on a long, long hike. You’ll only find what you left behind. For there’s nothing that’s really new, It’s a knock at yourself when you knock your school. It isn’t the school, it’s you. Real schools are not made by men afraid. Lest somebody gets ahead When everyone works, and nobody shirks. You can raise a school from the dead. And if while you make your personal stake Your neighbor can make one. too, Your school will be what you want to see It isn’t the school, it’s you. —Lillian Ponath. —61— JOKES A certain geometry student was asked if he could see through a proposition. “All I can see is the figure,” was his brilliant retort. When Jack threw a rock at Hazel L. who was located in one of the assembly windows. Hazel—I’d give fifty cents if you would break a window with that. Jack—I’d give more than that. Fatty Parker to Edith Mitchell in English II after coming in from geometry class where Edith had told all she knew and caused the class to take ten extra theorems. “The next time you go blowing off, I’ll have to dissolve partnership with you. Miss Hartman—“We will now take notes on dough.” Lillian P.— (Sleeply) “Do you spell doughs—d o z e WTien a certain Sophomore was asked to write a sign to put on the door of the office of the Annual editor, this was the result: PRIVATE STEP IN. Instructor giving directions for cooking in domestic science, for making fruit roll: “Roll like a jelly roll.” Squeaks—“I never roll that way.” Beady—“Would you like me if I were smart, Miss Hartman ?” Miss H.—“Oh, I like you any way, Beatrice.” Freshman on opening day—“What is a conflict?” Wise Sophomore—“A conflict is what happens when our social committee meets to decide on refreshments for a party.” Instructor in ancient history class—“Who was Alcibiades?” Wendell—“He was the feller who creamated stone statues.” During a Freshman’s first days in L. H. S. Miss Saxton after a series of scoldings—“Gertrude, I don’t want to speak to you again.” Gertrude—“I don’t want you to, either.” Did the former manual training teacher think the jokes could lock and unlock the joke box. Miss Peterson in English II—“The following see me about back work to be made up: Oswald----------- Bill, not hearing the first part of the announcement—“What have I done now?” Jack—“It’s what you didn’t do, my son.” —67— An argument was well under way between Franklin and Sis in English II: Sis—“For Pete’s sake, Fatty, shut up.” Franklin—“Say whose doing this?” Miss Peterson—“Franklin!” Miss Peterson during a game of catch in the assembly: “Jack, bring me that ball.” Jack obeyed and went back to his seat and the game continued with a glove. Miss Peterson—“Bring me that glove, Jack.” Jack, handing her the glove—“Shall I get you a bat, too.” Sis during a water raid in the assembly—“Gee Whiz!” Miss Peterson—“What is the matter, Sara?” Sis—“They gave me a shower bath and didn’t furnish any towels.” Miss Saxton in French I, reprovingly—“Can’t you stop laughing?” Paul—“Well you see, we look at each other and then look at you and laugh.” Nice compliment for Miss Saxton. Student—“Franklin surely has a lot on his mind.” F. G.—“I thing he has more on his feet.” A. J. M.—“IIow is the tennis club progressing?” F. G.—“So far they haven’t been able to raise a racket, (raquet.) Science instructor to F. P.—“Why does a cow eat alfalfa?” F. P.—“Because she doesn’t know any better, she’s green like the Freshmen and picks on green things.” Science instructor—“Jack, where is the soil most fertile?” Jack—“Usually in the valley, but around Laurel it’s in the school yard.” Found in a science examination. A worm is divided into segments which help it crawl. A worm has seven hearts and Dorothea L. The assistant editor-in-chief in working up the calendar insisted on 80 days in February. Monitor in assembly to a Freshman. “Anna are you writing notes?” Anna—“Yes,----English notes.” —68— COMMENCEMENT DAY This is the day that we sling no slang. The day that we chew no gum, We let our nonsense all go hang, And that sure is doing some. HIGH SCHOOL. The friends we make in childhood, They don’t amount to much; The friends we make in middle life Are only such and such. The friends we make in old age, Their numbers rather small. But the friends we make in High School Oh, they’re the best of all. OUR LATIN COURSE. Latin is rough, Latin is tough, I’ve got just about Latin enough; All are dead who ever spoke it, All are dead who ever wrote it, We will be dead if we ever learn it— Blessed Death, we sure do earn it. ? I stood upon the mountain, I gazed adown the plain, I saw a lot of green stuff, That looked like waving grain. I took another look at it, I thought it must be grass, But goodness to, my horror, It was the Freshman class. WANT ADDS OF THE TEACHERS. Mr. Morgan: A vacation. Miss Saxton: Someone to say my eyes aren’t flirty. Miss Peterson: A pass to Chicago. Miss Hartman: A man to praise my cooking. Mr. Graff: Someone to prove the longest way round is the sweetest way home. —69— SNAPS WeVvo -t ? f f CUPII) AT VASSAR. CAST OF CHARACTERS. John Willett, a young architect____________________________________Cora Duncan Amos North, of North Sons, bankers—-—--------------------------Roge ’ Schauer Shiny, a lazy darkey----_----------------------------Florence Patterson Hank Gubbin, the “hired man”.__________________________ Ethel Nicholas Mrs. Newton, of Great Falls, Vermont...-----------------Maude Mitchell Kate, her daughter________________________________________Lillian Hall Wanda, Kate’s half sister___________________________Henrietta Merritt Miss Page, a college matron_____________________________Maude Mitchell Sail, a college girl_________________________________ Evelyn Gummow Polly, a college girl___________________________________Elma Kinnick Helen, a freshman_______________________________________Dorothy Mold CALENDAR. September. 3. Opening day. Freshies try to learn meaning of conflict. 9. Everybody working hard. Pupils carrying five subjects look worried. 10-12. Classes meet and elect officers. 15. Plotting against Freshmen. 20. Freshmen initiated. Weiner roast at river by moonlight, Poor Freshies. 25. October. 4. 7. 9. Students Council elected. More Freshies arrive. Flu situation looks serious. Outlook school note staff appointed. Excitement in assembly. School house entered at night. But no burglary results. 10. 11. Sophomore pennant appears on flag staff. Examinations ! ! ! ! 15. School closes on account of Flu. November. School closed all month. December. 3. School reopens with attendance in minority. 6. Location for class pennants in assembly chosen. Freshmen draw best location. 10. 14. 17. Soph’s hang large new pennant in assembly. Freshmen hang new pennant with great pomp and ceremony. Rumors of annual party for H. S. students and faculty. Put on by the class of 1921. Pupils in need of colored glasses to protect their eyes from glare of green and white pennant. 20. 21. 23. First monthly program. Sophomore annual party. Huge success. Freshies sound hoarse. Effects of party. 31. Goodbye till next year. January. 2. New resolutions abound. Here’s hoping the;: arc carried out. 7. Freshmen class president distinguishes himself by falling out of 10. class chair. Soph’s recommend high chair and strap to hold him in. Freshies invent new way of announcing parties. Let guests do it. Fresh, party at Wold home. 12. 15. 20. Basket ball game with Red Lodge. Drive for Annual begins. Report cards issued. “Of all sad words of tongue or pen. The saddest are, I’ve flunked again.” —76— 26. Annual staff elected by Students Council. February. 3. Hard work by all students. 8. Glee club sings at Boy Scout concert. 11. English classes make public speeches. No more public speeches, is slogan of most English students. 14. B. B. game with Columbus here. 16. Seniors entertain High School students at a party at the Gym- nasium. 18. Yell leader elected and first yell practice of the year comes off. 24. Billings discovers Laurel High has an orator. Parker goes to Billings representing Laurel in speaking contest. 27. Mr. Sorensen leaves. B. B. game at Columbus. 28. Senior play, “Sing A Song of Seniors.” April. 1. Good April fools joke on faculty. All students have their lessons. 2. John Spencer unconscious target for an egg. Well for John that he only had to clean it up. 6. Mr. Graff arrives. More solid work done and Geometrys and Algebras are again put to use. 8. B. B. game, double header, with Billings. Both boys’ and girls’ teams are victorious. 11. Junior programme. Soph’s find out what Juniors think of them. 13. Sock day was celebrated. 17. Secret class meetings. No sponsors present. • _______________________???????. 21. Twenty-seven pupils suspended. Some assembly. 22. Pupils reinstated. Sunshine now for everyone. H. S. Annual benefit dance. 26. Talk of dispensing annual, little else is thought of. 30. Sophomore programme. “The Great Pumpkin Case.” May. 4. Everybody working on the Annual. 7. Freshmen programme. Negro Minstrel. 9. Pictures taken for Annual. 10. School hours changed to a one period day. 15. Professor Light visited the H. S. in the interest of the greater university of Montana. 27. Freshmen class entertains H. S. students and faculty at Gym- nasium. June. 3. State High School Inspector Foote inspects the Laurel H. S. 5. Everyone working hard making up back work. 8. Seniors working overtime for commencement programme. 12. Glee club practicing for commencement. 20. Juniors give Seniors banquet 21. Annual closes, staff has a rest. Good-bye till next September. —77— Information About Some Name Nickname Hobby Favorite Expression Lucille Scheidecker Squeaks Raving Oh! Bully Oswald Burla Bill Cussing Look here Lin Jordan Malinda Hitting one on the head with a book Well I will be totally chewed up and be gumswozzled C. Franklin Parker Frankie Making public speeches. Ye Gods Arthur Scheidecker Art Teasing the girls Naw Wilbur H. Vaughn Henry Winking at the girls Aw Curses John Spencer Cake Looking at his wrist watch Nothing doing Audra Richardson Fat Giggling Gosh Sara Hopkins Sis Riding on the back seat of a motor cycle Gee whiz Laura Phillips Pill Selling ice cream cones Golly Elma Kinnick Cork Studying Never uses anything but proper English Edith Mitchejl Babe Having her lessons perfect No Sir Lillian Hall Lil Making drawings for the Annual I should worry Paul Wold Swartz Imitating Nazimova Where’s my bloody book Thelma Richardson Stubb Playing the piano Golly kids Roger Schauer Sadie Taking the girls car riding Too bad to print Mildred Richardson Mim Riding horseback Darn the luck Nona Hageter Nonie Improving her looks Cut the comedy Evelyn Gummow Dove Ditching class Oh! My gosh Beatrice Wold Beady Causing excitement Too numerous to mention —80— of the L. H. S. Students 9 Ambition. Fifty Years From Now To sing Paderewski's successor Hasn’t any Teaching architectural drawing in Kansas normal To surpass Scott Living in single blessedness To be president of the U. S. Teaching oratory to the deaf and the dumb To connect the Reo front seats A cranberry merchant To herd cattle in the Bull Mts. A loving grandfather To be high school accompanist Peddling prunes To be slim Still taking fat reducer To be in style Still raving about George To catch a beau Thinking of getting married To be a hairdresser Wearing a solitaire To be a children’s nurse A famous musician To be a bride A grass widow To graduate A college professor To be a dancing teacher In parliament To get off the farm President of Germany To assist Arthur in his ambition Getting her third divorce To be a chauffeur Drinking tea and supporting nine cats , To be a stenographer A missionary in Germany To have black hair A Salvation Army worker 81 FINIS. Three mighty cheers ! ! ! ! Our joy’s complete The editor now Vacates his seat ! ! ! ! The book is done But who can tell How soon we’ll hear Our funeral knell. A few there are We’re almost sure, Who’ll just be piping Hot and sore. Because of things That they will find. Which savors of The lemon rind. The fondest hopes Of some we’ve blighted; We’ve not joshed them And they feel slighted. Howe’er it be We’ve done our best, And ask that you Now let us rest. We’ve worked so hard And grown so thin, We’re nothing but A Skel-e-tin. We bid you now a fond farewell And hope the book will please. In parting let us ask again, That we may smoke in peace ! ! ! ! (Signed) The Nineteen-nineteen L. H. S. Annual Staff. —82— We seek to serve the people of Laurel and vicinity. We offer facilities to meet every requirement of the merchant, the railroader and the farmer. 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BILLINGS BUSINESS COLLEGE Owl Cafe CHARLES ASKENAS, Proprietor. —90— Service Consistent with the spirit of progress displayed in our schools we are constantly striving to attain a service unexcelled in our line and to increase the quality of the articles we sell. Anything you wish in Coal, Chick Feeds, Hay and Grain. The oldest transfer line in the city. Let us handle your moving problems. For neat appearance and lasting quality write into your building contract that crushed rock be used. It costs no more. Let us supply you. We have a large storage at your disposal the year round. Davis Transfer and Storage Co. Walton’s Billiard and Bowling Rooms The only Bowling Alley in Yellowstone county. Candy, Cigars, Cigarettes, Tobacco and Soft Drinks. M. R. WALTON, Proprietor. —91— Billings Polytechnic Institute will open its 11th year September 23, 1919. Two year courses in Engineering, Science, Normal training, offered to high school graduates. 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Hageman’s Cash and Carry Grocery Pay Cash and Pay Less. We Pay Cash for Eggs. Our Motto: Quality and Square Dealing. Laurel Meat Co. —95— Tippet Took the Pictures For This Book W. H. TIPPET STUDIO, 2911 First Avenue North, Billings, Montana. Laurel Auto and Supply Co. We handle everything for Auto Repairing. Laurel, Montana. Gamble-Robinson Co. Wholesale Fruits and Vegetables Billings, Montana. Represented in this territory uy A. J. GALERNEAU. SEE FRANK BESLANOWITCH The Bee Man For the best honey on the market. I also sell bees. Get my prices. Axel Califf Watchmaker and Jeweler, Billings, Montana. CLOYD COAL CO. We move anything anywhere. Truck to Billings every day. We Sell Coal. Phone 11-J Laurel, Montana. Greenway’s Cafe Laurel, Montana. NORTH KS COMPANY On comer oposite Court House Billings, Montana. Buying and Selling FARMS----LANDS----LOTS. Rosebud Camp School July 14-August 22, 1919 ROSA DELL, President Billings, Montana Lindsay-Billings Company Wholesale Fruits and Produce CIGARS, CONFECTIONERY FOUNTAIN SUPPLIES BILLINGS, MONTANA WE SELL GLASS GLASS Mirrors Plate Glass Windshields Window Glass Florentine Glass Rough Ribbed LOGAN MULL1SON Billings, Montana For Store Fronts Tile Metal Marble Tile-Prism Store Doors Sidewalk Glass 2614 Montana Avenue—Phone 1292 EVERYTHING FOR STORE FRONTS Billings Service and Filling Station Gasoline, Oils, Grease and Accessories. FREE AIR. R. D. SCOTT Phone 6453 Billings, Montana. W. L. A. CALDER Attomey-at-Law Laurel, Montana. ROSCOE BROUGHTON, M. D. Laurel, Montana. E. McGRUER, D. D. S. Laurel, Montana. . L. STEVENS, M. D. Laurel, Montana. W. G. BLACKORBY, (Resident Auctioneer) First Class Service at All Times. Entire Satisfaction Guaranteed. Connected with All Laurel Banks. Let Me Make Up Your Bills Laurel, Montana. dr. d. h. McCauley Dentist Office, Second Floor Mc-Cauley-Spencer Bld’g. Laurel, Montana. — 99 - Stone Ordean Wells Co. Distributers of the famous EMPRESS BRAND STEEL CUT COFFEE. Billings, Montana. Fred C. Scheidecker, Insurance Agent For Fire, Lightning and Tornado Insurance. Before placing your insurance let me figure with You. Special Rates on Dwellings. Every Risk given to me will be appreciated. FRED C. SCHEIDECKER, Strictly Old Line Company. Model Meat Market For the Best in Meats Both Fresh and Salted Laurel, Montana. WE save “Soles” Jones Chamberlain Modem Shoe Repairera. Price’s Barber Shop For first class work and good service. We aim to please at all times. Four Chairs and Two Baths. It’s too hot to bake Bread. Get your Bread at the Laurel Bakery Laurel, Montana. —100— Let Us Lighten Your Labor and Whiten Your Clothes FAMILY WASH 6c A POUND Besides the express. Phone 98-J Laurel Branch Reduce the Cost of Living To do this, buy everything you need in GROCERIES from R. J. Williams Co. Sweetheart Bread Is better bread. Sweet, tight and delicious with that delicate nutty flavor so much appreciated by the discriminating household. Ask your grocer for Sweetheart Bread. Sells for a dime, worth more. Northwestern Distributing Co. Wholesale Bakers Billings, Montana. —101—