Roundup High School - Rodeo Yearbook (Roundup, MT)

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ANNUAL JUNIOR PROMENADE April 26, 1947 THE BIG SHOW The circus is here.' In the guise of a promenade. You'll get refreshments- If it has to be lemonade. So bring your partner- And in the fun delve. You can come at eight-thirty And stay until twelve. At the Roundup Hi gym The grand march is at nine On April twenty-sixth You'll have a good time.' Under a bright blue night sky filled with stars and a big cheesy moon, approximately forty couples danced around a pink and white merry-go-round. The circus theme offered a new brand of hilarity to an old and time-honored custom. Balloons were given to the guests, and a few managed to keep them as souvenirs. In years to come, many a scrapbook will be opened to the page contain- ing the dance program with The Big Top printed on the front and fond memories of a joyous affair will be recollected.

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SENIOR SNEAK DAY TRAVELOGUE On behalf of the Senior Class of 1948 I'm going to tell you about our Sneak Day. Class of 1948. Oh, yes, that's what was on the back of one of the cars—ROUNDUP-CLASS OF 1948—in huge white letters. Besides that the car was extravagantly decorated with maroon and white crepe paper streamers. But that car was not alone--the kids in another had drossed thoirs up with red and white streamers and their sign read Just carried.1' Loaving Roundup about 6:30 A. M., we were in Harlo ty8j00. We stopped there for awhile, and then took out for Big Timber. Boy, were we glad to get out and s-t-r-e-t-c-h when we got there. Riding can become quito tiring—believo me. Of course wo looked the town ovor--then wo visited the Big Timber Fish Hatchery, mo saw a million fish--and I'm not exag- gerating at all. The man told us there were that many. He told us, too, that they consumed two horses and 400 pounds of liver every week. That's a lot of meat--but that's a lot of fish. From there wo wont to i.cLeod. Personally, I thought it was just a resort or a camp of sone sort until I got there and found out there was a post office. So I looked on a map when I got home and found it--McLeod, population 29. Some of us bought post cards and mailed them from there. But most of us spent our time in enjoying our first swim of the year. What could be more per- fect than going swimming in a warm-water, in-door pool on a day when everyone but seniors had to be in school? About 12:30 comestibles wore investigated, and, judging from the size of some of the lunches, we could have stayed there for a week before running out of food. Of course the cameras clicked all day. Some of us went to sec tho Natural Bridge ton miles from McLeod. We were awod with tho beautiful scenery as well as tho bridge. At 3 30 P.M. we bid a reluctant farewell to McLood and hit tho road with instructions to meet at the Northern Hotel lobby in Billings at 8:30. Some of tho kids wont to a show in Billings. The rest found various other ways of amusing themselves. Thirty-seven tirod seniors and eight just as tired chaperones wore back in Roundup at ton o'clock—each with his own private supply of things to romembor, things to forget, and things to talk and laugh—yes, oven to brag about, later on. Everyone had a swell tir.c--but then, one couldn't help but have fun on that onco-in-a-lifetime day--Senior Snoak Day. HoIon Skagen '48

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'Initiation Day The whole student body was shouting with glee, For revenge on the Freshmen they soon were to see. curtains were drawn, and the crowd was assembled i But on that one side, all the Freshen they trembled. CT They saw onions and garlic and jars of green paint— Egads, t'was enough to make anyone faint! First came Ann Johnson out onto the stage, Dressed like a baby, quite acting her age. Through the whole program she crawled on the floor, When they finally said stop, Good Gosh, was she sore Then, Betty Bublich. Ah! --football's dream— How to beat Harlo was her given theme. Tackling and blocking, but still was all smiles 'When Betty got through, they were all in the aisles. Four dazzling chorus girls were next on parade, To show off their style, they needed no aid. Muscle Man Johnny a poem indeed THE VILL-iGE BLACKSMITH was his to read. 0 Both Louise and Jean came on looking so coy, Louise was the mother, and Jean was the boy. V O Singing she rocked He’s heavy, she him, but then t’was enough, cried, Jean is too much! Then next on came Donny, the King of Swoon, ,rI’m Confessin’ was his to croon.) Georgie and Gordon danced cheek-to cheek, Such timing, such grace, and oh, so unique. This foolery went on for an hour or so; When the time was up, we let them all go. A That evening the Freshmen in very fine dress Were let into the dance for nothing, no less. 0 Laughter and gaiety thronged the hall; .p A very good time was had by all. The music stopped, and the din died away, ’Til next September and ’nitiation day. T.B. '48