Roundup High School - Rodeo Yearbook (Roundup, MT)

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RODEO— 1926 27 Hf The Juniors Who averages the highest marks, In every study are the sharks, Who treats hard work as happy larks? The Juniors. Who is the best in argument, Who giveth forth a deep lament, When his grades are downward bent? The Juniors. Who is it that comes with a roar, And throws his books upon the floor, And never stops to shut the door? The Juniors. Who, at the end of every year, Is at the ninety mark or near, Of ghosts or flunking have no fear? The Juniors. —William Shaw.

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26 RODEO — 1926 Jumors Girls Elsie Anderson Annie Ashment Mary Barry Lavanda Castle Ruth Cameron Estella Daly Lettie East Mildred Eide Gertrude Epperson Evelyn Fosse Leona Geelhart Ava Hollowell Cathleen Henkle Alma Hiller Louise Johnson CLASS ROLL Elizabeth McGinley Alice Nicholson Mary Ellen O’Connor Hazel Oliver Maymie Petaja Mildred Rodeberg Marie Routh Hilda Sterner Bessie Shaw Elizabeth Wall Verna Young Gwendolyn Zoller Boys Fred Brissenden Harold Britt Lorance Cates Aines Helgerson Leroy Lind Arthur McCluskey Lee McNaught Max Ott Tony Polich Adolph Popovich Emali Rudman Henry Smith Howard Smith Maurice Smith William Shaw Ethan Wainscott Edward Wick land Class Officers Ruth Cameron, President Louise Johnson, Vice President Mildred Rodeberg, Secretary and Treasurer

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28 RODEO — 1926 Early Days In Roundup WE landed in Roundup, March 4, 1909. It was a cold, dull, cheer- less morning. Roundup was then, what could literally be called, the great open spaces. The depot stood where the big water tank is now. Railroad Avenue was much the same as it is now, only there was no sidewalk or paving. Saloons composed the largest part of the metropolis. In all there were about six- teen. Second street east was the pret- tiest street in town. Main street was where it is now, but the sidewalks were wood and there were no brick buildings. The only decent-looking building was “Marshall’s Store.” All the others were mere ramshackle places. Roundup was practically all prairie. The cowboys held their rodeos on Main street—in fact all the celebrations were held on Main street. The first circus to visit Roundup w a s “Gollmar’s.” The weather was terrible. It rained all night and all day. The mud was so thick that the horses could not pull the circus wag- ons up Railroad Avenue, so they hitched the elephants to them. The circus was held where the American theater is now and the mud was so deep that the people had to wear hip boots to get to the per- formance. There were no street lights in Round- up then, and to get along at night was merely guess work. A very amusing in- cident happened to one of the girls who attends this school now. At that time she was only a baby. Her mother had been out visiting and was returning home rather late. The night was very dark and the woman hurried. When she ar- rived home and went to take the baby out of the buggy she found that it was gone. While hurrying over a rocky part of the road the baby had bounced out. She and her husband and some neighbors took lanterns and went to hunt for the lost child. They found it peacefully sleep- ing in a ditch. We had a fire department here even in those days. A man by the name of “Saw- dust” was fire chief and Scotty Monroe was his lieutenant. The hose was pulled in a go-cart, and the fire alarm was a number of pistol shots. The first fire was at the skating rink. Everyone in town turned out to see the demonstration. All the people living near it were on top of their houses with wet quilts to keep the fire from spreading. The first automobile was owned by a man named Parkinson. It rattled and squeaked so that it could be heard for seventeen blocks. Whenever he rode down Main street in it, everyone rushed out to look at him. Tim McCawley and Scotty Monroe, two old fellows, lived together about three miles on the other side of Thirty Mile. Scotty didn’t want Tim, but Tim wanted to stay and did. One day Scotty went down to Thirty Mile to get provisions. While he was gone Tim got drunk and decided to kill him. When Scotty return- ed, Tim was waiting for him with a knife and tried to slash his face. They fought, and Scotty ordered Tim out of the house, telling him not to come back. Tim start- ed off, but began thinking of what Mon- roe had said. He decided he didn’t like it, so he turned and started back again. When he was about seventy feet from the house, Scotty stepped out with his shot gun. His little dog came running out, too, and jumped against him. The gun went off. Tim was brought to town and they picked buckshot out of him for a week afterward. Murders were an everyday occurrence. The body of one man who was shot was found in Beregan’s coulee east of Roundup. The person who shot him was never discovered. These are only a few of the events that happened in the “making” of Roundup. —Elizabeth McGinley.