Melba High School - Butte Yearbook (Melba, ID)

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HOW THE BUTTE GOT ITS LOCATION Paul Bunyan was the man of all men. Paul could step along at three miles a step. If he ever got in a hurry one could hear the swish of his feet forty miles away. One time he got in a hurry and while running through the Rocky Mountains, he stumbled and knocked one of the highest peaks in a river, and it had to cut around. Paul was just like any body else. He had feet, and it took twenty Aox hides to make one shoe or forty to make e pair and an extra for shoe strings. He lived out in the midwestern plains where he had lot of room to get around. He made a good market for cattle. He only ate twelve oxen a day and saved the hides for shoes. 0ne cold, winter he had fifty men busy carting him food. You ought to have seen his pancakesg they would cover a couple of acres and have some left over.' Paul had a sweetheart called nBessien living on the west coast, and one day she fell down and Paul had to use block and tackle to get her up. Paul never took hor any place very often because he said was too unhandy to carry the block and tackle, and if she ever fell where there wasn't anything for an anchor she would just have to sit, and he didn't want to havr to leave her there, because she covered lot of good ground. She caused Paul to have to drive a herd of steers a mile around just because she stood in the path. But that wasn't his came right to the Grand Canyon and couldn't get his cattle across. He a it a only trouble on that trip. By mistake he get on the wrong trail and finally thought of an ida. He put ten head of stepped across and took them out and went back held a ton of tobacco. An amateur aviator get made and wandered around for five hours before Paul had an ox he called the blue ox, and ccttlf in his nine and for more. His pipe lost in the smoke it he get in the open. when you saw him in the distance you would think it was a small mountain moving. Paul, when getting his wood supply in, would out it in one day. He could cut fifteen acres, and the blue ox would haul it in, an acre at a time. But Paul had an end just like all mon. One day he was fishing along the Sn ke River. The mosquitoes were bad, and one bit him, and derned if in four days he didn't die from malaria. So they decided to bury him along the river close to his old fishing hole. It took five thousand men and machinery a year to dig his grave. Then they buried him and used the blue ox to drag his tomb stone on his grlve, which we new call the Butte. Glendon Clark rg - L .. , . . 1, W. -- 1-.Wee x fc! pp, ,Q -2 Lf ,- ,sf yn , ny- ,: 4.

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THE STORY WITHOUT A NAME There's an old, tumbled down shack set in the middle of a great mass of timber. Out of the house, an old man comes. He's wrinkled bent, and his hair is white. But come closer. Look again. His h ir may be white, but there's still a little wave left to be seen. His skin may be wrinkled, but if you look past the wrinkles, bentness, and the sad glint in the eyes, and look into his youth, you see a young man. He is happily bidding his sweetheart good-bye and then 1 turning his head for the great western plains. He is building his house, barn and sheds. He is toiling in the little field he's cleared, getting ready for the woman that he left behind, for shs's coming to be bride. Finally one evening we see him coming in from a hard day's work. He stands on the poroh and locks out over his accomplishments. It's time he can send for his sweetheart. He hurries around with the evening chores, then sits down by the oil lamp and writes-- Dearest Mejenie, Etoe Yours till I die, John On the morning she is to arrive hc is bustling around and finally goes for s walk. He tries to tell u little chick-a-dee how much he loves Majcnie, but gives it up. Then he goes to the little villegt e mile away to meet her. On his way to the station, he stops in to get his mail so he will have nothing to worry about when his beloved comes nYesn, seid the postmistress, nthure is a letter clear from Kan- 'ffdffv iff his X sas for you.' Hohn takes the letter with trembling hands. It wasn't a long letter. It took just a moment to read. Dear John, Majenio is waiting for you, John, in heaven. She was so happy. Sho had everything peeked end was in the bedroom when the house caught fire. She tried to get her trunks out, but it was too late. We are all sorry and would like to help in any way we can. Punt Liza John doesn't vo to thr station then, he goes home to work. He works from dawn till d rk in the field. He becc cs thin and bcnt, but he still works on His h ir is fray, his back is bent, his skin is wrinkled, but he's still M jonie's until he dies. He walks out of the shrck that is tumbltd end worn now, and goes for n walk in the timber. Ho tries to tell L little chick-e-dee how much he loves an angel named Mrj nie, but gives it up nd turns back toward the shack to prepare his vening m al. Alice MoClintiok . D v . r- ' n. .. , .- I u. .-, I 'l . -. fr ' -x A ' as 1. v -. C C is ' if ' .