Roundup High School - Rodeo Yearbook (Roundup, MT)

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So it's seven thirty and you've just slipped into your gown and put your cap on your head. Which side does the tassle go on? The rest of the kids are scanding around in the dim basement hall talk- ing in subdued whispers or giggling over nothing. Pretty soon it's going to be eight and the band will scart to play Pomp and Circum- stance, sounding not quite up to par to your critical ears, be- cause you and Spike and the first sax and the drummer are all dressed up in maroon gowns instead of occupying your usual seats. This is the day you could hardly wait for—the one you thought about when you said to the guys, Boy, I can hardly wait to get out of bhis dump. Last Sunday at Vesper Service you felt kind of strange sitting up there hearing the kids' speeches and seeing your mean and dad sitting there in the third row. All of a sudden you think that this is probably tho last time they'll be coming to a graduation, since you're the youngest and the last one to graduate. It's funny how you remember things at a cime like this—things you haven't thought about for yoars. 'There was chat time in the third grade when you tore Marie Vanaki's coat and all her friends who lived out by the mine were going to beat up on you. Last year you and Marie sort of went steady for a while. And your junior year when you drove one delivery wagon for Biddle's grocery and Vickie used co sneak out the last period and ride with you. And remember when you ran for secretary of the Bicycle Court in the sixth grade? And that party the football boys threw in the Moose HallJ And the time you all went to Billings after the basketball . game to celebrate. Those were the daysj School had its points too--the way you felt when you were given a part in the senior play, and when you wore asked co join Quill and Scroll. And that good, good feeling when you made che A squad. Y ou ' ve got the darndost feeling in ycjr stomach--hope you aren't going to be sick. Your mom and dad are already out there. You think about that for a while and wonder if your mom will cry in front of all those people. You decide to go over and calk to Moot- zie and Billie Mae, buc before you get a chance everybody starts to lino up and you realize it's eight and time to start. Noching to get excited about. You hear the band scart pla ing. You ’wonder if your tassle is on the right side. There, you go..... E.A,