Roundup High School - Rodeo Yearbook (Roundup, MT)

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The orchestra clays; Will you be listenin’? In RHS the snow’ll be glistenin'. April 30 is right, 8;30 at night, Dancing in our Winter Wonderland. In a sparkling Winter Wonderland handsome couples danced to the strains of Gene Strosky's orchestra during the prom given by the class of ’50. Frequent visits were made to the log cabin for refreshments, and dainty ice-skaters served the dancers as they sat at their tables.

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J-Ligh School Week Happy to be on their way, Marie Mastorovich, Charlee Pitchford, Rose Gloder, Natalie Glotch, Jo Ann Sayre, and Mrs, Wood started for Bozeman on Thursday, April 27. Impatience increased as the girls grew inquisitive about the next few days. Gallatin county grew nearer and finally they arrived in Bozeman and M.S.C., where they registered and were assigned their sleeping quarters. Houses known as Quads became home for the next two days. The girls stayed in the recreation room of Quad A with girls from three other towns. Snow dampened their spirits, but not for long. Sightseeing and becoming acquainted with Quad A and the Student Union filled out Thursday afternoon. College talent was presented during an evening show. Different college organ- izations offered their talented members for this entertainment. Hungrily the girls hurried to breakfast Friday morning. Breakfast was fol- lowed by a General Assembly where the girls heard an address by Mr. Eugene Savage of Butte, Montana. Occult assistance was desired by the students as they worried, wondered, and worked on the difficult questions included in the College Aptitude tests Friday morning. Open house was held by the campus departments Friday evening following a banquet for the students. Listening to a concert by the Bobcat band made Friday evening more enjoyable. Waltzing in the Student Union Ballroom completed Friday's schedule. Each student was offered an opportunity to inquire about college life during discussion groups held Saturday morning. Efforts were rewarded when awards viere presented at a General Assembly before noon Saturday. Knowing that Saturday night still held excitement, Mrs. Wood dropped each girl off at her home in time to prepare for the 1950 Junior Prom. SENIOR SNEAK DAY APRI L 19, 19 50 A yawn, a toot, and then a car. A 'hello', get in, watch out for the jar; The Arena, get out, a check of all, A drive, a laugh, the cars seem to crawl; A river, a deer, several jokes, A piece of cake, a town, a stop for cokes; Some gas, a s-t-r-e-t-c-h, and some air. Another drive, a song, and we're there! A swim, a hike, or an investigation, An apple, a creek, some vacation. A picnic, a rest, and a game. Running, laughing, all glad they came. Another swim, some cards, a walk» Ice cream, pop, and lots of talk. Start back, a blow out, everyone stopping, A spare, a new town, and some shopping. A story, a sigh, all home by 10, Tired, happy lads, lasses, women, and men!

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 An experienced senior team completely subdued a green but hard fighting freshman team, Friday, September 10, during the initiation tournament held annually ’'n the assembly room at R.H. S. A dance was held in the evening as celebration and consolationfor the winners and losers respectively. The seniors were well equipped for the fray with soap, towels, pans, bottles, and crackers, while the frosh, arrayed in long underwear, gunny- sacks, and cardboard shoes,relied solely on a newly devised, untried piece of apparatus--a neck piece which smelled and looked rather like garlic and onions. (This new equipment proved to be more of an impediment than an asset to its users.) Jerry Pratt, freshman, came out of his bout sputtering and foaming at the mouth as his senior opponent had jabbed him with a left in the mouth and a right in the eye with a soapy shaving brush. His manager, Pat Moss, tried her utmost to aid him by shaving off the soap with a table knife--but with no success. A new orderwas brought about duringthis tourna- ment whensome of the participants were carried into the fight instead of out of it. Two of these were the aforementioned Jerry Pratt and another freshman, Beverly Hunter. Beverly’s daddy, Larry Bickle, did his best to refreshhis daughter with a baby bottle full of pop, but she fell asleep in his lap--a K.O. for the seniors.' One of the frosh team, Bob Kern, arrived late and added a little burlesque atmosphere to the affair as he stripped to his box'ng outfit right in the ri ng. Rumor has it that he had bet all his money on himself and when he lost, his manager, Sally Britton,had to auction off his wardrobe to pay ex- penses . Han Rom,another of the frosh team, got a little over-confident,and with a flower vaseand water she did a little too much toasting herself. By fight time she was too water-logged to fight. Another similar mishap took placewhen Charles McKeen ate a meal prepared by Pat Lind. It seems she fedhim burnt toast, pickles, and moth-ball-like candy. The last word from the hospital was that he would completely recover. Referees were Mrs. Annie Wood and Mr. Walen Lilly, senior sponsors. The fight was held before members of the Roundup High Association. This will be the last tournament in this association for the seniors, but the frosh will spend the next three years gathering experience and ’’know-how. Then they will enter a like tournament from which they hope to come victorious.