Roundup High School - Rodeo Yearbook (Roundup, MT)

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i925 — RHS Page Twenty-one Junior Class Roll Girls Boys Lillian Arthurs Hayden Bolander Helen Bolander Tommie Cameron Loraine Cates V ernard Comstock William Crouse Violet Crosmer Thomas Douglas Fern Crothers Lyle Gately Marie Edwards Jack Gildroy Emma Fenske Arthur Green Elsie Gilsdorf Charles Hubatka Frances Gula James Kennedy Bernice Haling Raymond Merritt Henry Nigherbon Zella Halley Martin Pluth Dora Hougardy Clyde Rader Nancy Mills Donald Reid Anna Moffat Maurice Smith Mignon Pender Delbert Stark Lester Sturdevant Mary Price Foy Sturdevant Nellie Quinnell Lawrence Swanson Frances Schwab George Swertelle Rose Tomko Virgil Toulouse Mabel Young Cecil Wainscott Zelma Halley Alvis Woods Gladys Crothers Sam James Class ; Officers Nancy Mills, President Fern Crothers, Vice-President Donald Reid, Secretary and Treasurer

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Page Twenty-two RODEO Junior Class Poem “HEROES OF THE WESTERN SAGE.” We’re bidding good-bye to a happy year, And wondering if next year will be one to fear. We never have worried about wrinkles and age— We, the heroes of the western sage. Such a difference as there is between The Juniors and Seniors, you’ve never seen, We are so youthful and you are so caged— We heroes of the western sage. Seniors enjoy yourselves while you’re here, For time goes faster with every year. Even the Juniors are getting a whiff Of Father Time that upsets the skiff. “A Comedy of Errors,” the Freshmen class, But we were Freshies once, alas! And just as dumb as you they say, Wearing our green on Loud Socks Day. “As you like it” is a fitting “rep” For the Sophomore class and their baby pep; No one knows what they have endured But the jolly Juniors, so recently cured. “Much Ado About Nothing” is the Junior’s handle, And really it isn’t such a terrible scandal; They have caught a glimpse of that thing called “Success”: Three cheers for products of R. H. S. “All’s Well That Ends Well,” our Seniors declare; Put on a brave smile as if glad they were there. ’26 will be hailed with reluctance, I’ll wage, By all the heroes of the western sage. —Zelma Halley.