Roundup High School - Rodeo Yearbook (Roundup, MT)

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INITIATION The freshmen—class of nineteen-fifty-- Were really feeling pretty nifty. They had left the good old junior high Without one single fleeting sigh; Then into view the seniors came Their little halos all aflamei Then came a week of menial chores Of toting books and op'ning doors. Other things, too--a score, no less-- Stunts and tricks that you'd never guess Girls, thirteen pigtails, boys with three. Whole student body laughing with glee. Clothes on backwards--and some wrong side out— Traditional belt-line that made them shout. A hike to the R with lunch for two, A tooth brush, white wash--get to v:ork, you! Girls sans make-up, with straight, wet hair. Boys with rouge and ribbons fair. All this was part of the seniors' scheme For revenge--their long sought dream. Now comes the final, fateful day-- Wlien the seniors fix 'em in every way. ( , i mLM . iPo -of j Halos still shining, faces still in smiles. Seniors put freshmen through their final trials

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SENIOR SIDELIGHTS Thirty-six years have come and gone. And here are the Weirs--still carrying on. In 1911 Elizabeth entered the Roundup Public Schools, and since then the Weirs have resolutely contributed to the en- rollment over a period of thirty-six years. Kathryn followed Elizabeth and preceded Edna who was suc- ceeded by James, the last of the line but for Beverly who this year writes finis to the procession. R. H. S. boasts two ex-servicemen--Donald Lees and Ray McPherson. Donald comes from two years of naval training and Ray from fourteen and a half months of army life. Welcome back, boysJ Teddy Cartwright, who would have graduated with the sen- ior class this year, is now stationed in Japan. We can do nothing more than wish we could v elcome you back, too, Teddy. Cheerleader Margie Lawson really isn’t a leader as far as cheering in her family is concerned—Betty and LaVonne pre- ceded her in this peppy profession. As time marches on and another graduation exercise rolls around, R.H.S. sees many familiar faces of long ago enter her halls. Upon inquiry of the seniors, it was found that five of their parents graduated from or attended our high school in the past. Those who will return to their Alma Mater to see their children graduate are Mrs. Haverkamp, Mr. and Mrs. Hougardy, Mrs. Nies, Mrs. Jorgenson, and Mrs. Ooehring. Loren Hougardy won the Elks Scholarship of ono-hundred dollars this year—through a long process of testing and blank- fill in g-out. Loren attributes some of his recent good fortune to his distant relatives, Phoebe and Alice Cary, poets, and Joan Leslie, actress. Phyllis Backenkeller stepped into the literary limelight when she bad her first story oublished in JaCK AND JILL Maga- zine this year. Oh, yes, we must mention her pen-turned- nick-name- - Becky Keller. (You'll find her story in the lit- erary section of the RODEO.)

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Murphy and Johnig got tired 'fore through Patting their heads and rubbing tummies, too. Ada Jorgenson made seven whole cents From selling Kleenex--one for a pence. Laughter shook the old assembly hall With Marian Wacker sock-fighting Leonard 'Wall. Galen Olson, our glamor gal, Did the hula like Hawaii's Sal. Fights, races, songs, and serenades. Then the grand finale--a parade of parades. Logger's boots, long underwear; the girls came all bedecked. Boys iti sisters ' dresses looking s£ hen-pecked. To a chorus of goon-girl filing, They marched down main street smiling. Then senior hearts turned tender; dismissed the freshmen all. Inviting them to dance that night with not a charge—however small. Phyllis Backenkeller '47