Roundup High School - Rodeo Yearbook (Roundup, MT)

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.youth, I burst into tears. It wasn't until I was thirteen that I secured my f.rst job—setting pins at the bowling alley. A few months later I was hired at a local grocery. It wasn't until I got a job with the city that I learned how to use a pick and shovel as well as some carpentry, mechanics, plumbing, cement lay- ing, how to drive a truck, and a little surveying. Now that I am in high school, I find that studying is the primary thing to do, but I am afraid that if it weren't for sports, school would be very boring. Jack McLaughlin I was born during a howling blizzard February 10, 1929, in Absher, Montana. A year later my parents moved to a ranch—I should say a horse ranch as that was all our stock consisted of. At an early age horses fascinated me, and I grew up in the midst of talk of horses, as my dad had done considerable riding. I have taken part in none of the high school activities, but have engaged in boxing, which is more of a community sport. To identify myself, I may add that I am five feet six inches tall and weigh, when in fighting trim, one hundred and eighteen pounds. I have a broken pug nose and chipped front teeth that suggest I was on the losing side of several bouts. Teddy Cartwright On February 23, 1929, there came into this world a dark-haired, nine-pound baby girl----My parents were both born in Missouri, which maybe explains the fact that I'm as stubborn as a Missouri mule, My paternal grandparents, hoping for new opportunities in Montana, followed my parents here, where my grandfather, on strong chewing tobacco, lived to the ripe old age of eighty-three. I was brought up with four boys older than I, and when I v:as little, instead of participating in the play of small girls, I would go out and pick fights with all the neighbor boys. I like all kinds of sports, especially swimming, in the pursuit of which my life was once saved by a willow. Hazel Ray My grandfather came to Montana May 17, 1917, and later homesteaded near Roundup, I was born in Roundup, June 1, 1929, and have lived here all my life. My grandfather died a hero because, in trying to save a girl from drowning, he was drowned himself. My grandmother has a Carnegie medal which was awarded to him, which bears the inscription, Greater love hath no man than this that a man lay down his life for his friends. Catherine Lloyd I missed being an Easter baby by only one day, for I was born April 19, 193d I started to school at the age of five. During my third year of school I was the teacher's pet, so I didn't have much work to do, but the rest of the time I had to work—and howl Joan Schenk Now that I am an old man nearing my sixteenth birthday I am forced to look back over my life. Many things stand out, but above them all are the memories of my hard times in school. My rer.l name is Boots , but I go by my middle narae in school because the teachers thought Boots was only a nickname. Probably the most embarrassing incident of my life occurred while I was in the hospital. Late one night I was awakened by a lady's screams. I had gone sleep-walking into the ladies' ward, Skiing was once my favorite sport, but after breaking both my legs I gave it up for knitting. I started to the Roundup High School early in 1945, where I had a very easy time flunking chemistry and getting kicked out of geometry. Boots Charles Pearson

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ILLUMINATING EXCERPTS (Gleaned from the autobiographical sketches of the juniors and presented to the RODEO staff with the compliments of C. H. H.) At the age of five I entered the Goulding Creek School, but the first year was a waste of time. I didn’t learn anything. One day I got angry at the teach- er and ran home—a distance of about two miles--in the snow without a hat or coat During the next seven years I learned a little. The fact that I knew about a cer- tain leather strap which resided in the upper left-hand drawer of the teacher's desk may have had something to do with it. Since entering the Roundup High School, I have enjoyed such minor pleasures as being freshman president, junior vice president, and junior cabinet member. Loren Hougardy The day was Friday the thirteenth in September, 1929. Everyone was waiting for something dreadful to happen; then it was that I made my entrance into this world at the Columbus Hospital in Great Falls, Montana. My life so far has been very happy, and being born on Friday the thirteenth hasn't brought me very much bad luck. Since I could easily be identified by a birth mark on my left ear I shan't commit any crimes in the future. Mary Ann Plenger On a cold, rainy September night I came into this world for better or for worse—mostly for worse. I came from a short line of Crosmers, my grandfather having invented the name to prevent his being found and returned to Germany by his stepfather. As you have no doubt surmised, his ruse was successful. Having been born I lived, to the age of five, the life of a growing child, learning to talk, walk, and live in the v?orld. Then I started to school, which, for one year was very exciting, but for some reason soon failed to arouse much enthusiasm. And so for sixteen years I have lived in the place where I was born—working, playing, going to school, living the life of a normal American girl. Edna Crosmer At the age of six I entered the Roundup Public Schools. I liked school at first, but after one year I got tired. When I was eight I broke my arm. A few weeks later, right after I got it out of the cast, I broke it again. I'm a jolly junior nor, and I am quite sure that I'm proud of it. All I ask of life is to be happy. .-.rthur ffildin I was born in Jordan, Montana, on June 18, 1928. My grandfather, Arthur J. Jordan, was responsible for the place of my birth, which bears his name, since he started the first store there and ran the first post office. Since my brother en- tered the service of his country, I have lived on our ranch at Delphia and swung the place myself. Of all my activities I like horseback riding best, either for work or for pleasure. Ray McPherson I came into this world with a large inheritance: the looks of my mother, the temper of my father, the hair of ray grandmother, the obstinacy of my Missouri grandfather, and the mischievous nature of my whole family tree. Ellalee Birkett On a bright, sunny spring morning—May 9, 1929, to be exact--I was unfortu- nate enough to be born in the midst of the greatest depression ever suffered by our country. After a short ten months of life in this world I was able to walk under my own power. It seemed like no time until I reached the age of five, when I tried to enter grammar school. ?hen they refused to let me enroll because of

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Early one Sunday morning in August, 1929, 1 opened my eyes for the first time to see the white walls of a hospital room in Billings, Montana. The farm where I was to live was thirty miles from Billings, and because of the breeziness of our convertible Ford, father borrowed a neighbor's car to take me home. My sister in her best dress (twelve buttons and a three-inch satin sash, if you please!) and my brother, complete with silly grin and best suit, were present for the occasion. I still live on the farm the neighbor's car took me to. Although my father had only four years of schooling, he seemed to have been given more than his share of common sense and agricultural ability. I am about five feet, six inches tall, have blonde hair, blue eyes, a ski- jump nose, and large feet----a characteristic of all true Montanans, provided, no doubt, to hold them down during vigorous Montana windstorms. Phyllis Backenkeller One hot summer day—August 16, 1929—when everyone was standing around chew- ing their nails, I made ray entrance into this world. My family received the news of mv arrival with a groan, for I was the fourth girl in a family of five. My family history starts out with my great-great grandmother, who was the daughter of the Duke of Cameron of Scotland. She was disowned for marrying Cap- tain Granger of the Scottish Highlands. I spent the greater pa”t of my first four years in the company of my only brother and his friends. I didn't learn much from them but some ungrammatical ex- pressions and a few baseball rules. The thought of starting to school thrilled me, but the thrill soon wore off v hen I was made to stay night after night to learn my spelling lesson. For ten years now I have struggled through the Roundup Public Schools. My graduation will be the fifth in our family ranging from 1925 to 1947. Beverly Weir I began my life in a very noisy way on November 29, 1929, in California. My parents were disappointed in me from the very beginning. My mother wanted a Thanksgiving baby, and my Dad had bet five dollars that I would be a boy. Since my Dad was a traveling salesman, we moved around a great deal. My mother came from a family of fifteen, while my Dad v;as an only child. My mother's mother and my father's mother died when my parents were one year old, and they both were raised by stepmothers. I sp nt one year with my maternal grandparents. Since they came from Norway and spoke Norwegian most of the time, during the time I was there they left me completely in the dark. Louetta Riggs My paternal grandparents carae from Russia. My maternal grandparents came from Germany. On my mother’s side of the family my ancestors date back about two hundred years to a princess of Germany '‘.’ho married a Czar of Russia. I have had a normal amount of bad luck in my life, but the worst experi- ence I ever had was in 1937, when I was caught in a rock slide. I was left with a broken pelvic bone and a hole about the size of a quarter in my head. Alma Goehring I have never been out of Montana. All of my kinfolk live in Virginia and l'rest Virginia except one who lived in Detroit, Michigan. I have never seen a relative of mine (outside my immediate family) except an uncle who came when I was two and was here for two days. Delma VanRyke