University of Montana Western - Chinook Yearbook (Dillon, MT)

Text from Pages 1 - 122 of the 1906 volume:

MONTANA STATE NORMAL COLLEGE, DEDICATION TO OUR ALMA MATER IN THE SHADOW OF WHOSE PROTECTING WALLS WE HAVE SPENT THREE HAPPY YEARS WE DEDICATE THIS, “OUR EFFORT.” I Editorial Staff of The Chinook Elizabeth M. Snook, - Editor in Chief Marcia E. Thornton, - Literature Anna A. Si cor a,............................Athletics Ruby E. Simpson,.................................Music Verena O. Lindfors,............................... Art Mary M. V. MacMahon,............................Roasts Minnie H. Beuschlein, Organizations and Social Functions J. Alma Earnest, - Business Manager FACULTY. HENRY II. SWAIN, PH. D., President. WILLIAM CHANDLER BAGLEY, Ph. D., Vice-Pres., Director of Training. EZRA ALLEN, M. A. Biology. CARRIE RANSON SQUIRE, PH. D., „ L'..Education and Training. CHARLES J. FENNER, M. S. Mathematics. LUCY HAMILTON CARSON, M. A. English. BERTIIA THORMYER, M. PH., Latin and German. CHARLES LEON ROBBINS, M. A., Methods and Training. JAMES R. FORDEN, B. S., Manual Training. I EDWARD S. LUCE. Music. ELIZABETH E. LUCE, Voice Culture. The Banquet of the Years AS WE HAVE MET,” said Mr. ’05-’6, to ‘‘to celebrate the birth of 1906, I propose celebrating by telling our experiences at the College.” ‘‘Certainly,” cried the guests. ‘‘Then”, said Mr. ()()-’ 1, ‘‘Mr. ’97-’8, being oldest, should speak first.” The old man began:—‘‘When I was at the M. N. C. tilings were far different. The only building was the school building with its unfinished attic. The students had to board down town. “But,” said Mr. ’98-’9, “that was not all! Look at the courses! Professional Course, only forty weeks! Admission requirements, a first grade certificate, and two years’ experience in teaching. The English-Scientific Course was more advanced. The Latin Course was nearly like it, Latin being substituted for some of the English and Science. “Then the two-year Graduate Course. To enter a person must have attended a high school four years. This was the most advanced course.” “Mr. ’99-’0, won’t you have some turkey or something,” urged the host. But Mr. ’97-’8, not taking the hint, continued:—“In my time there were only five members of the faculty, 1 also organized a summer school. This increased the number of students. One hundred twenty-five persons enrolled, fifty of them in the summer school. 1 perceive that Mr. ’03-’4 is asleep. Here Mr. ’03-’4 awoke, sat up straight, and commented on ’97-8’s interesting lecture. “And now,” said Mr. ’98-’9, “the first thing I did was to add four members to the faculty. One hundred eighty persons enrolled and three graduated”— “Numbers aren’t everything and I graduated three anyway,” interrupted Mr. ’97-’8. “Suppose that ’03-’4 tell his story,” said the host, “he seems to be excited.” “Well,” began Mr. 03-’4, “in my year the school was changed to a College. A B. P. Course was made. An M. P. Course was also arranged for.” ‘Nobody ever got the degree of M. P. though, as far as I have heard,” sneered Mr. ’97-’8. “Well, anyway, twenty-five persons graduated, two more members were added to the faculty, and the new dormitory was built.” “In my year the school building was finished, one hundred twenty persons enrolled, and seven graduated. The Preparatory Course was made from the Elementary C ourse, and the Professional Course was improved,” said Mr. ’99-’0. “I shall now tell my story,” said Mr. ’01-’2. . “No. It’s my turn,” said Mr. ’00-' 1, “Yet I haven’t much to tell. One hundred thirty persons enrolled, and eight graduated.” “The first thing I did,” said Mr. ’01-’2, “was to build the old dormitory. Next 1 added another member to the faculty. I graduated four.” “I graduated twenty-two,” swelled Mr. ’02-’3. “Listen to that! There were twenty persons who came to the Normal because high schools would not take them,” broke in Mr. ’03-1. Mr. ’04-’5 spoke next. “In my year,” he began, but he could not finish. “Well,” said the host, “the new building was progressing finely until the Attorney General stopped work on it. ” “Manual Training has been introduced and a school of Mu—.” “Trigonometry formed. His class is the most intelligent on record. They understood logarithms the first time they saw them. They got grades varying from ninety-nine plus to one hundred. They didn’t put ten minutes a day on their lesson, ” broke in Mr. ’03-’4. “You must remember your class was not a record breaker, Mr. ’03-’4,” resumed the host. “As I was about to remark”— “Another thing you can be proud of is your Junior class. It contains about fifty per cent, of the school; five percent, of the Preps, twenty per cent, of the Freshmen, eighty, per cent, of the Sophomores, and ninety percent, of the Juniors. There is a rumor afloat that if a person takes four Prep, studies and Observation, he can enter the society,” said Mr. ’04-’5. “Well, I admit it is a disgrace.” If only they had called it the a fy8-----a Society or even the (K)nap( ) Society.” Any thing rather than the “Junior Class.” After a pause the host said, “Before you go, let us drink to the health of our Alma Mater.” Everybody, even the little nineteen hundred six, drained his glass. Ward Swain—’08. Senior Class. Officers. E. Vin Burton,...............................President Florence A. Goodson, - - - Vice President Anna A. Sicora, - Secretary and Treasurer Elizabeth M. Snook,............................Marshal Motto. Nothing is too difficult for mortals. Colors. Cardinal and White. Flower. Red Rose. Yell. Hip—Skitty—Ki—Yi, Wha — Who—Wha, Naughty—Six, Naughty—Six, Rah! Rah! Rah! Class of '06. Florence A. Goodson, Anna A. Sicora, Minnie Streit, Minnie Beuschlein, Elizabeth M. Snook, Mary V. McMahon, Minnie Hawker, Maude Morrow, Dora R. Hamilton, Mayme J. Kerrigan. Ida Auerbach, Lulu E. Atkins, Helen Flotow, J. Alma Earnest, Ruby E. Simpson, Marcia E. Thornton, E. Yin Burton. Mabel Sharp, Yerena Lindfors, Effie A. Richey, Louise Auerbach, Nellie Wade, Mary Keefer. f Class Tribute. Lulu Atkins.—“Love in that gentle heart is quickly learned.” Ida Auerbach, Louise Auerbach.—“An apple cleft in two is not more twin than these two creatures.” Effic Richey.—“When she passed it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.” Nellie Wade.—“Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee, brightening each other.” Alma Earnest.—“In every deed of mischief, she has a heart to resolve, a head to contrive and a hand to execute.” Helen Flotow.—“Such a fresh blooming, rosy, cozy, modest little bud.” Florence Goodson.—“Love! Her affections tend that way.” Mabel Sharp.—“She is kind as she is fair, for kindness lives with beauty.” Anna Sicora.—“Her air, her manner, all who see admire.” Ruby Simpson.—“Let us be merry for human life is short.” Minnie Strict.—“Ornament of a meek and quiet spirit.” Marcia Thornton.—“Not much talk, but one great sweet silence.” Minnie Bueschlein.—‘‘Of manners gentle of affections mild.” Dora Hamilton.—“A daughter of the gods, divinely tall.” Minnie Hawker.—“A mildly, witty grace shone full upon her.” Mayme Kerrigan.—“There’s little of the melancholy element in her.” Mary Kiefer.—“To know her is a liberal education.” Mary McMahon.—“A living sunbeam, tipped with wings, a spark of light that shines and sings.” Verena Lindfors.—“Nor bold, nor sly, nor short, nor tall, but a new mingling of them all.” Vin Burton.—“Bright gem instinct with music.” W. R. Wyatt.—“A rose amid thorns.” Elizabeth Snook.—“In action faithful and in honor clear,” Class History, '06. Of the class of nineteen-six, and all the work Of that most worthy class whose Alma Mater Gives teachers to the world, and all our joys, And little woes, known in the three long years We hoped that we might wear the cap and gown, Sing heavenly Muse, that soaring high above His dark and dreary midnight, didst inspire 'Phe man who wrote “The Educative Process;” I invoke thy aid to my most weighty theme. In 1903 our Freshmen entered school. Not foolish, verdant Freshmen, we O, no, The students at our wisdom great did wonder. In language, mathematics, science we Outshone them all. The teachers were astounded. When Juniors we became, our brilliancy, Ne’er blotted out, alas, was somewhat dimmed For want of time. The cry , “more time, more time” Was heard from basement floor to Gym. Thus seemed The time so rare, that without meat or sleep We lived. Then hideous dreams we’d have by day. With shuddering horror pale and eyes aghast We’d enter our Neurology and find Our task poor wretched cats and dogs to murder. Directions given: Expose all nerves entire; To lessen pain, be sure your cat or dog No longer breathes. When Latin was not learned, or German, either, Wc trembled at the threshold of that room Where towering high aloft that instructor sate, Who with Gorgonian terror guards the spot From all who might their lessons shirk, and gives The studious their well-deserved praise. But not until the Senior year did we Our greatest virtues recognize, for then We found some half a score with voices such That Orpheus’ lyre might well to shame be put. A poetess we claim. If cynic doubts Miss Sharp will let her manuscripts be read. These will, I’m sure some day be highly treasured. And still another truth we must relate, Of which our class is not unjustly proud, Wc have a man to share our fame and glory; Of this for years no other class could boast. It was my task class history to write. What wouldst thou call class history? Shall we Not hear it first when each of us on that Last day before the greatest Judge shall stand? I answer: “Then ’twill be and not till then.” M. S. ‘06. Class Poem. O, Alma Mater, friend so kind, Thy presence long ago we came to find. And since then many hours we’ve known That dearer still to us have grown. We’ve pored long hours o’er learned pages And listened eagerly to Normal sages; We’ve tried athletics—at tennis played, Enthusiasm strong at contests swayed. We’ve learned to love our classmates true, And will remember them till life’s work’s through. Can we forget a prank we’ve played, That kept us up till dawn betrayed? We’ll keep with us ideals we’ve gained As guides through trials by fate ordained. ’06 will e’er be true to Normal days Tho’ varied be the roles in life she plays. Song to the Class of '05. There’s a class that we shall evermore remember. Tis the Senior Class of nineteen Hundred Five, Since we met you in the bright days of September, We have thought of you with happiness and pride, Hut today the roses long to fill your pathway, And to echo those sweet hopes of future days, Bidding you, dear Seniors, to enjoy these hours, When the whole earth seems a vale of flowers. Chorus— ‘Neath the clustering vines of this dell, Stands the Alma Mater you love so well, And we know we’ll miss you all From our dear old Normal Hall, Oh, but we’ll miss you, We’ll miss you, We’ll miss you, Oh but we’ll miss you In the Golden Fall. Oh, but, listen, while the Juniors now remind you Of the spreads, the dances, and the bakery, too And how gallantly our colors you defended And hoped they’d e’er sail with red, white, and blue, These are links of memory that can ne’er be broken, For we cherish each as a priceless token. ’Mid this happiness we still are caused to sigh, For the sad winds whisper, “Girls, good bye.’’ Chorus— Good-bye, Seniors, now from us you part, How these cruel words pierce each heart, For we’ll miss you, Seniors dear, More and more with every year, Farewell, dear Seniors, Dear Seniors, Dear Seniors, Farewell, dear Seniors, Farewell to you. Class Prophecy. TTHE TENT is now dilapidated. It has felt the rain and the sun I of every clime. Over the doorway appears the significant legend, “Sure Cure For the College Fever.” And what signified the crowds of humanity, yellow in Asia, black in Africa, and white in other countries, who daily (locked to the tent? That the College fever had been spreading increasingly for the past thirty years. The fever-stricken patient came to my shrine and there while he drank the potion, I chanted the pleasant rhyme: “This potion I do give to thee To free you from the hope to be In halls of stern psychology, Of synthesized philology, Systematized catology, i Analyzed geometry. To make you ever fancy free For lack of all brainology”. In this useful wandering life I had had the good fortune to meet all of the class of naughty six. And the joy at the sight of a classmate ever increased. One afternoon after office hours as I was strolling in front of the tent my meditations on the affairs of life were interrupted by a voice saying, “Willie shall never go to college. If it hadn’t been for that old college, I’d never have met you.” “Amen,” said he. I sold her a bottle. Many others of the old class were using their influence for the same cause. It'was at a revival meeting that I heard one preaching on “College Evils.” She moved men’s ’hearts by her beauty and eloquence but no one as yet had moved hers. On one of my busy days in Montana a woman rushed pell mell through the crowd in my tent and to my shrine, “Did I look wild?” I heard her say as she rejoined a companion: “I just had to get a bottle of the cure. I’m deter- mined my daughter shall never go to a fool place like a college.” Texas is a beautiful country. I was gazing over the prairie in rapture, when a wagon load of people came in sight. I recognized the woman at once, and when she had quieted the happy band of children, she had me pose for a picture.. While in Kansas city all in the tent were distracted by the noise of angry feminine voices. “What does this noise mean,” I inquired of a native. “Oh, that’s just a Woman’s Rights indignation meeting headed by Miss K,” and while I looked at her from a distance, I heard her merry laugh. She wore a long overcoat, a derby, and carried a monstrous, threatening umbrella. Another member of the old class, I found happily located in the Windy City of the Treasure state, where, as you may be surprised to learn, she was never near meltin’. I met one in the streets of Cork. She wished to have her children educated in her native land rather than in those American schools. Was there ever a more effective play than, “College Life?’’ No, never! Its composers and stars were Hawker, Wade, Lindfors, and Streit. It was one of those emotion stirring aids to humanity and it has caused them to be put down on the scroll of fame as benefactors of the race. I had the boldness to go with my cure to Dillon. During the twenty-four hours I was permitted to stay in town, I met still another classmate. She said that ranching near Dillon was a good enough trade for anyone. The whole world was aware of the genius of the great actress. It was her success at elocuting at college that inspired her to go on the stage. In the beautiful cathedral in Berlin, I heard and recognized a voice that moved all hearts to devotion. When I was peddling my wares in New York city a handsomely dressed lady stepped up to me. We recognized each other immediately and of course talked of the days of “Auld Lange Syne.” When she was leaving the tent I heard her remark, “Isn’t she a dream! Too bad she never married.” “Ye gods and little fishes! Is that really you?” Then she fell to weeping. “This is what you have to endure when you are light headed and get married. Now they all want to go to college. Ach Gott.” Oh yes, I saw her. By the way she is happy now in Illinois. Music soothes the savage soul but her poetry melts the most hardened, civilized, collegiate heart. Aren’t we proud of the only man of our class? Yes, he is president of Yale. They say he writes against my noble work, but then he never did agree with Normal sages. “The Senator from Indian Territory,” announced the bell-boy. She was ushered into my presence. Before she left I had succeeded in bribing her to introduce a bill making it compulsory for all school children to take my dope. You want to know about my side partner? Oh, she writes poetical advertisements for me. Africa is a fine country. By the way, I met a class-mate there, the one that had those serious brown eyes and quiet manner. When I saw her last she was singing a hymn of praise with the black-eyed children. How did I come back from Africa? Oh, in a hack! ’06. Junior Class. Colors. Alice Blue and White. Flower. Violet. Motto. Bluster or “bust.” Officers. President, Sophia Showers Vice President, - Margaret Burke Secretary and Treasurer. Newell B. Knapp Sergeant at Arms, - - Jean Butter Yell. Rizzledy—dizzledy—Bizzledy bang! We’re the jolly Junior gang. Class of '07. Jessie Jones, Henry L. Melton, Mary Harrington, Catherine Burke, Newell B. Knapp, Bessie Collier, . Edith Poindexter, Helen Cutting, Birdie Allen, Emily Slocum. Ethel Oliver, H. Mignonia Dumford, Lavina Slocum, Gertrude Heisey, Grace Davidson, Buena Nelson, Maude Stone, Margaret Burke, Anna Fitzpatrick, Eva Bower, Ruth Lawrence, Jean Butter, Mamie McNamara. Del Dalson, Edna Fridley, Louise Wilson, Sophia Showers, Helen Mager, Ruth Ward, Olga Landt, Altha Jeffers, Ed Fogarty, Nell Clark. Laura Jenkins, Lida Gilchrist, Vera Smith, Elizabeth Drummey, Will Chapman. ■ .. '■' ’.v. r ■ Junior Class History. IT WAS in the fall of 1903 that the foundation of the Junior class of 1906 was laid. At that time a few “preps” “came over to college to see what they could see.” In less than a year they learned that the other side of the college was not all that they could see. About two weeks before school closed in June 1904 the “preps” formed a loose orginazation and arranged to join the other classes in the dandelion drill upon the campus. That was the beginning of the class organization. Not until the first week in May 1905 did the class again form an organization, then it was as freshmen. The freshmen organization was unique. Among the records of the class historian is to be found the following. The Naught-Five Freshies. Our organization is founded upon a stone (M. Stone). At our head is the pope (H. Pope) and our sessions are always opened by the chaplain (W. Chapman). Future generations may learn our history by consulting the Chronicles of Kennedy (H. Kennedy). Wherever we go we are always accompanied by a swain (W. Swain). Because of this we had to go to law once (E. Lawrence), but one came along who sang-er (H. Sanger) so we were acquitted. If we should happen to lose our swain there is always Simp’s son (P. Simpson) left. We wished to be by ourselves so we built a new town (E. Newton) at a great distance from other organizations. It was rather a slow come (E. Slocum) for we were led by a drum (E. Drummey) followed by a forecart (E. Fogarty) loaded with coal; the stoker (E. Stocker) for which we lost. We had not gone far before we took a nap (N. Knapp) from which we were soon wakened by a noisy dispute between the French and Irish members, P. De Atley and M. Sullivan, over their common ancestry. We resumed our journey which brought us to a brook (M. Brooke). This delayed us for a time, but soon we found and crossed over on a durn ford (M. Durnford). Our intention was to keep to ourselves, but the juniors of that year could not rest until they should find out what we were. We showed them. One night while they were dancing we slipped into their rooms and emptied a teaspoon full of mucilage into their shoes. Part of this work was done when they had returned to their rooms and were talking to their visitors. Of course, in the morning we were everything bad, but we were allowed to go our own way unmolested afterwards. Decoration day the class went up Sheep Canyon for a picnic. That picnic was a huge success in spite of the chaperonage of a junior. The next class affair was a green party on Saturday evening June 16. Yes, it was green, every thing was green, but that only proved that the idea was not worn out with age. As a souvenir each member of the class wore home a bow and streamers of green ribbon. We wore those bows in geometry class the day after Professor Fenner implied that the class as a whole resembled the Emerald Isle. The funeral was the next event. While the seniors initiated the juniors into Sorority the freshmen issued funeral cards to the juniors. Next day, Sunday, at 10 a. m., a mournful knell sounded through the dormitories. The members of the two principal classes with their admiring friends gathered in the parlor. A few moments later a black robed, but green badged, procession, bearing a heavily draped banner and a candy box casket entered the parlor and ranged themselves around the table. In a few solemn words president Pope stated the reason for the sad gathering and then asked all to join in burying deep the spirit of animosity that had existed between the senior and junior classes, but had died a violent death the night before. A large procession followed the mourners to the burying place at the rear of the building and there witnessed the conclusion of the last sad rites. A straw ride Wednesday evening June 21, ended the festivities of the first organized freshman class in the Montana State Normal College. The junior class of 1906 effected a one semester organization October 20, 1905. The afternoon of Halloween the girls of the class planned to occupy the seniors’ seats at dinner. To make the affair more effective we dressed up as Buster Brown Maids and went down early to the dining room. As sometimes happens at such times there 'was a “leak” somewhere and the seniors became alarmed and ran away down town to dinner. The following Sunday afternoon the seniors asked us to listen to some music in the parlor. We were surprised at the unusual courtesy, but went nevertheless. After a few very creditable songs by individual seniors the whole class stood up to sing, so we thought. They did more however. They walked and hopped and danced as well as sang. The performance puzzled us considerably and we did not understand the words of their song, but as we wished to be polite we applauded the performance and then withdrew. The exclamations of “They are game.’’ “They know how to take a joke’’ which followed us added still more to our perplexity. What was the mystery? Some days later when the occurence was under discussion at a junior gathering we learned that the seniors had been entertaining us with a rendition of the junior class song. Only two of the class of forty had ever even seen the song and but one had read it through. The mystery was explained. The juniors still smile. Sophomore Class. Flower. Yellow Rose. Colors. Navy Blue and Maize. Motto. Finis coronet opus. Officers. i President, - ... Vice President, - - Secretary and Treasurer, Sergeant at Arms, - Yell. Wait, wait, wait, Flippity flop! We’re on top! Rah for the Class of 1908. Edna Fridley Will Chapman Rose Wesch Rex Hammond Freshman Class. Colors. Nile Green and Olive Green. Flower. Carnation. Motto. “In omnia partus.” Yell. “Seniors, Juniors, Sophomores, fine, We‘re the class of 1909.“ Officers. President, Secretary, -Treasurer, Class Historian Ethel Cotter Marie Lamont Anna Larson Maude Griffin Those Juniors on Halloween Tune—Chorus of Old Apple Tree. i On the night of last Hallowe’en The cheapest bunch of juniors e’er seen, For they thought they were it Hut we freshies said “Nit” Altho we are always called green, For we all had our eyes on you And our plan we carried thro’, With hearts that were true, We were watching for you, In the rooms of the dormitory. ii O, we can’t forget how they did wait There at tables seven and eight With hair down their backs And a smile that near cracks And in garments that worn at night O, those juniors they were such a sight. They gave the poor seniors a fright That they stole out the gate At the “D. T.” they ate And then they came back very late. hi To the parlor went juniors to weep, Then we freshies we were not asleep We peeked o’er the door And then what was more We stacked all their rooms in a heap. O, how sad it all did seem, The failure of their bright scheme. So ' give us no sass Here’s to our lad, and our lass, Three cheers for our Freshman Class. ©rganisations anb Social jf unctions. XTbe Ipovv pow. Just about dusk the Indian band, Coyote and Lemhi gathered, and They formed in columns fierce and grand. They marched out to the campus nigh, 1'he people followed, they knew not why They knew not that foul hate must die. Two fierce, tall bucks the Lemhi led. Real Indians, .they, the whisper said, And lookers-on were filled with dread. The tribes danced round the blazing fire ’Mid yell and whoop the flames flew higher Nor buck, nor squaw could dancing tire. Two mounted bucks of Coyote fame Rushed through the crowd to join the game While all around tried them to name. The chieftains thought the time had come While warriors brave could still talk some The last self-praise race then to run. Then in accents loud and grand Each chief praised his mighty band; Thanked them for their last brave stand. Told the brilliant things they’d said, Told how each the other led; Wished hard feelings now were dead; Told of transom glass removed; How Sorority ’niation proved; Of doubtful actions unreproved. When seniors caps and gowns did don Next day the juniors had some on But they in mourning had not gone. Such noble deeds much glory won. No great hero ’neath the sun Such world enlightening acts had done. While chieftains told in language bold Of brilliant gifts of young and old Squaws’ pretty lips small pipes did hold. Then Coyote chief the peace pipe took, With his wild eye on all did look, And drew a breath up through that crook. The Lemhi brave received the bowl, Looked round for strength from gathered whole, Then smoked, and peace swept o’er his soul. With one loud shout both tribes awoke Into a strange, wild dance they broke While echoes weird from the mountains spoke. Round and round the dying fire With voices rising high and higher They circled ’bout the funeral pyre. All pranks and feuds arc buried deep Under the ashes, gray they sleep But all true hearts the memories keep. £emot 3unior Breakfast. THE MORNING before commencement, into the parlors marched the happy class of ’06, to escort the ’05’s to the breakfast they had prepared for them. With surprised and smiling faces the ’05’s sat down to a long table, decorated with roses and carnations. The decorations were in the class colors of the two classes, red, green and white. The colors were carried out in the flowers, the drapings overhead, and the rest of the decorations of the room. Beside each ’05’s place was a small, slender box, at which curious glances were cast occasionally. When the witty toasts were over, the ’05’s were given leave to open the small boxes. They were somewhat surprised at finding a tiny souvenir spoon for ’05, each engraved with the initials of the receiver. The seniors voted the juniors delightful hostesses, which the juniors complacently heard and returned with the truly felt answer that it was easy to entertain those they loved. H IDvcss IRebeavsal. THE DRESS REHEARSAL, a comic opera, was given by the senior class, ’05, as a class play, at the Dillon Theatre, Thursday, June 22, 1905. 'Fhe title role, “Amy Fibbs, Afterward Cinderella,” was well adapted to Miss Alice Fogarty, who gave a splendid interpretation of the part. Miss Marie Carter as “Mrs. Jarvey,” the elocution mistress seemed to be the favorite with the audience and gave a clever bit of acting in the choruses of Act i. Margaret Ross as “Miss Jones” the principal, was a perfect type of the ancient maiden, who has forgotten to have birthdays. Ella North made about as handsome and romantic a lover as a girl could well wish for, and made even Miss Fogarity feel the “awful spell of love.” Edna and Cora Owsley and Edith Lavigne sang some very good solos, while the “Romantic Girl,” the sisters and “Miss Prudence Pinchbeck” scored distinct hits with the audience. The chorus was good, Mr. Luce managed the stage properly, the music was catchy and above all, the songs sung by the juniors, class ’00, during the intervals made the “Dress Rehearsal” a howling success. THE CAST OF CHARACTERS. Miss Jones, the principal........................ Margaret Ross Mile. Epinard, governess....................... Edythe Lavigne Amy Fibbs, Cinderella...... .................... Alice Fogarty Clara Wilkens, the Prince .........................Ella North Sarah Ann, the Greedy Girl ... .......... ,....Edna Owsley Sophonisba Spivins, the Romantic Girl.... Ivy Davidson Martha Wiggins I sif, • I .....................Olive Valentine j , r opiieiui hihteio ■, Carry Jackson 1 I Euphemia Campbell Mrs. Jarvey, elocution mistress ................. Marie Carter Miss Prudence Pinchbeck, a visitor....Rather in Haines Rosa Jennings, fairy godmother............................ Cora Owsley Servant ..........................................Martha Scott Little Buttercup..............................Gertrude Chambers Wumpie ..........................................Belva Brewer Chorus of School Girls. Zbe IReception. URING THE SECOND week of school an announcement was V-J made that a reception was to be given the following Saturday evening by President and Mrs. Swain and Mrs. Owsley, for the Normal students. As it was to be an informal function, given for the purpose of becoming acquainted, all were requested to come labeled. All day Saturday the seniors were busy decorating the parlors and the large dining hall. That evening the host and hostesses received the students at the door of the beautifully decorated hall. The pillars had been wound with green vines, while in the windows there were many plants. The light dresses of the girls against the green made a pleasing contrast. In the corners and in the reception hall there were cosy seats for those who desired to sit and talk. The programs were in the form of dance programs, only instead of the usual “Waltzes” and “Two-steps,” there were “Walks” and “Two-sits.” With each “Walk” or “Two-sit” there was a subject to be discussed such as: “The New Girls,” “The Weather,” or “Homesickness.” Five minutes were allowed for each number, and at the expiration of that time, new partners were chosen. Much merriment was caused by these discussions, and all were sorry when the eleven numbers were over.- Delicious refreshments, were served by the Seniors, who afterwards sang a song of farewell. As the last notes of “Good Night, Ladies,” died away, the crowd began to disperse. And judging from the merriment, no one could doubt that the reception had been successful in its purpose. Ikappa Zeta IFlu Sorority. HE KAPPA ZETA NU SORORITY was organized in the Montana State Normal College, February 11, 1905 by the senior class of 1905. The Kappa Zeta Nu is a sorority of the members of the senior class. It holds fortnightly meetings in the Sorority Club rooms in the Hall. The purpose of the Sorority is to further the college spirit through literary, and social channels. OFFICERS ’06. Mary McMahon .... Anna Sicora ..... Minnie Beuschlein Elizabeth Snook Marcia Thornton . Minnie Streit ... Mary Kiefer ..... ....President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Critic Historian .Sergeant MEMBERS ’06. Mattie Preston Alma Earnest Maud Morrow Nellie Wade Dora Hamilton Ida Auerbach Yinnie Burton Florence Goodson Mabel Sharp Effie Richey Lulu Atkins Iyouise Auerbach Helen Flotow Mayme Kerrigan Ruby Simpson Minnie Hawker XTbe HJouno Womens Christian Hssociation. IN 1903 a branch of the Young Women’s Christian Association was established here. The membership at present is seventy-five, and is increasing yearly. One of the most helpful features of the Association work in this institution is the class in Bible study, conducted by Miss Mott. The membership in this class is thirty-five. In the spring of 1905, delegates from two other institutions the University of Montana at Missoula, and the Montana Agricultural College at Bozeman—met with the members of the association here in the Annual Convention, which, at that time, was conducted by Miss Barnes, travelling secretary for student associations. The Bible Reading Circle at Joliet was also represented. At the beginning of the school year in 1905 Miss Kyle visited the Association and did much to place the work on firmer ground. OFFICERS OF THE ASSOCIATION. President........................................................Maud Baldwin Vice-President ...................................... Olga Johnson Secretary....................................................Florence Goodson Treasurer ......................................................Alice Kilner COMMITTEES 1. membership: Alma Earnest Florence Goodson Olga Johnson Clara Cannon Flora Wright 2. devotional meetings: Lavina Slocum Ethel Oliver Minnie Beuschlein Helen Flotow Kate Bryson 3. social: Anna Sicora Eliza Selway Mabel Barbour Eflie Richey Mildred Negley 4. finance: Alice Kilner Ruth Cornelie Lucile Barter Lillian DeAtley 5. BIBLE study: Emily Slocum Nonia Dumford Maud Morrow Florence Mott ( . intercollegiate: Bertha Richter Sophia Showers Alice Kilner Altha J effers SCHEDULE OF GAMES--I905 BOYS. M. N. C. 14 vs. M. C. 24, M. N. C. 10 vs. B. C. H. S. 15 (First Teams) M. N. C. 4 vs. B. C. II. S. 14 (Second Teams) M. N. C. 19 vs. M. A. C. 17 GIRLS. M. N. C. 8 vs. M. A. C. 16-M. N. C. 9 vs M. A. C. 8 M. N. C. VS. M. C. '’PHEY CAME, they saw, they conquered.” In short, that is what I the Montana College boys of Deer Lodge did Feb. 18, 1905. It all happened because of that little rounded knock-about commonly called a basket-ball. Such an exciting game as it was! The M. C. boys, champions of the state, certainly verified their claim to this honor. They had the art of leaping and running like Mercury of old. Of course, the M. N. C. boys played like the valiant Spartans and gave their visitors the hardest struggle they had ever had, to retain the championship. Most of our boys were outclassed in size and weight, but in quickness and ability, the two teams were evenly matched. Our boys lost by a score of 14 to 24, and the blame was laid, as is customary upon the umpiring. We all thought that Decisions of umpires all remind us There are better ones now and then, Given out, they call forth murmurings ’Gainst those “traditionally” unfair men. V. A. B. S. Feb. 18, 1905. Nov. 30, 1905 Nov. 30, 1905 Dec. 8, 1905. Feb. 24, 1905. . March 17, 1905. Fogarty, Chapman, Palmer, Mathieson, Knapp, Noyes, Taylor, Hanson. BASKET BALL TEAM MARCH 17, 1905. (Tune—“Zizzy ze zum zum”.) The little farmer girls from Bozeman are astray, They say they are really game, They have the swellest bloomers, But they’re rented so they say, Now, girls, isn’t that a shame? Oh, they say the leg of mutton is the latest style of sleev But really it can’t be true. Poor Bozeman is not in it, we really do believe, But maybe they might get through. Chorus. Ze zizzy ze zum zum, Oh, here they come, come. Elgin, keep up that name. We have a rep. too, we soon will show you, You’ll be sorry that you came. Oh, we never sprain a wrist, And our tongues we never twist, Since we did in this game enlist. We’ll make the ball fly to the basket up high, For our guards can run, run, Our centers jump some, Zizzy ze zum zum zum. M. N. C. VS. M. A. C IIE GAME OF BASKET BALL between the teams of the 1 M. A. C. of Bozeman and the M. N. C. of Dillon, December 8, 1005, was the fastest and most interesting ever witnessed in Dillon, Although the Normal boys won, as was expected, it took the hardest and fastest kind of playing to do the trick, and highest praise is due both teams. From the moment the whistle blew for the game to begin until the final goal was made, the score was close. Scientific playing was done on both sides. The Normal boys were in the lead from start to finish—most of the playing was done in their territory. The team work of both was above the average and many clever plays were made during the game. There was little fouling and no disputing, which is unusual in a basket ball game. Especial praise is due the work of the officials. Both teams were well trained, but the Normal boys seemed to have the advantage in wind and played faster at the end of the game. As far as individual playing of the two teams is concerned both were evenly matched. The score at the end of the first half stood 9-5 in favor of the Normals. The final score was 19-17 in our favor. The Bozeman boys took their defeat admirably and nothing happened to mar the pleasure of the occasion. They are anxious for the return game and promise that it will be a lively one. The line-up of the two teams was as follows: M. N. C. Poindexter Center Righ Forward Left Forward Right Guard Left Guard M. A. C Griffith Noyes Hanson Knapp Carroll Hartman Hapner Allard Flager H. M. BASKET BALL TEAM. FEBRUARY 24, 190?. On the train eight Normal lassies To the Bozeman college sped, There to meet the would-he champions Of whose records they had read. When they reached that far-famed Bozeman. Met they neither lad nor lass, And amused themselves by watching For the trolley-car to pass. Oh, at last up in that college, What an edifice it seemed! How the Normal lassies rubbered! How their little faces beamed! Climbed they through that mighty building, And the sights that they did see! Wondrous things before ne’er heard of, Light and heat, electricity. Now upon the field of combat Stood twelve maidens all to win; How that ball did whiz among them! How they fought amid the din! Though the Normals were not winners, Still they were not faint of heart, For they knew the time was coming When they, too, could play their part. V. A. B. S. A GENTLE REMINDER. FOR SOME TIME it has been hoped that the athletic standard at the Normal would reach a higher level than has been the case for several years. This is practically impossible unless more attention is given to both foot-ball and tennis. Tennis is a recreation for both boys and girls, and there is no reason why a good team of girls as well as a team of boys could not be organized and trained to play a series of games with the other colleges of the state for the state championship. Tennis is a scientific as well as a healthful game, so there is no danger of its lowering the standard of scholarship. An old adage aptly says, “All work and no tennis makes Jack (or Jill) a dull student.” With only a little enthusiasm the Normal College could easily have the best team in the state for 1906. Football is also neglected at the Normal, principally because of a lack of material; but it is hoped that in 1906 the college will have a sufficient number of men to put out a creditable football eleven and show that the Normal intends at least entering the state football games for laurels. W. E. C. TRACK MEET. M. N. C. vs. B. C. H. S. THE FIRST TRACK meet in our short history was the one with the Beaverhead County High School on May ( , 1905. Our boys worked hard in preparing themselves for the contest for honors and they deserve credit for their efforts. The contests were close all the way through and our boys proved themselves superior in several feats. Although we did not come out winners in our maiden meet, we have strong hopes of doing so next year. Sf?e School of Music. OUR SCHOOL OF MUSIC has been organized only a year but in this short time it has accomplished much. Previous to this organization a musical department had been successfully carried on in connection with the academic and professional departments of the college, but the school of music makes the work more systematic. We are indebted to Professor and Mrs. E. S. Luce for the success of the plans and the organization. The work includes voice culture, lessons on various instruments, and courses in the theory of music. It is based upon modern conservatory lines and graded so that a definite amount of material is covered each year. There are at present aboui seventy students enrolled. Besides the private pupils there are a number of clubs, the Normal orchestra, the mandolin club, the glee club, the male quartet, the boy’s chorus, the ladies quartet and the junior music class. Recitals are given every two weeks for the benefit of the classes and are not public. The public is invited to the concerts which are given in the Normal Hall. Goipcert. • In Dedication of the New Henry Miller Concert Grand Piano, April 7, 1905. Given by Edward S. Luce, Pianist; Mrs. Elizabeth E. Luce Soprano; assisted by Miss Jean Bishop, Mezzo Soprano; Miss Maidie Rife, Violinist; Prof. Ezra Allen, Assistant Accompanist; Grace Church Quartette; Normal Orchestra and Glee Club. PROGRAM. Piano a. La Fileuse Raff b. Tarantella Liszt Vocal a. “Little Orphant Annie”...................Riley-Needham 1). “Creole Love Song” ............... ... E. B. Smith c. “His Buttons are Marked U. S.”...................Bond Piano -a. Kamennoi Ostrow ..........................Rubensteien b. Rahpsodie Hongroise ............................Liszt Vocal Duet “Calm as the Night”............................Goetz Clarinet “Somnambula” . ...............................Thornton Vocal Belgraggio, “Cavatina for Soprano from Semiramide,” Rossini Piano Duet “Marche Orientale”..........................Ketterer Voice and Clarinet “Protestations”.......................Norris Violin Air Varie ........................................Dancla Quartette Legends...................................... Mohring Vocal—a. Violets........................................Woodman b. “The River and the Sea”.......................Johnson c. “In May Time”..................................Speaks Chorus—“The Nights”.....................................Roberti Orchestra and Piano Quartette—Overture to Zampa..........Harold NORMAL ORCHESTRA. MANDOLIN AND GUITAR CLUB. r f. ! Gonpn eipcen ei t Goipcert. June 21, 1905. Pianos—“Mazurka des Traineaux” .......................Ascher (Three Pianos-Six Performers) Misses Alice Kilner, Mabel Barbour, Ruth Cornclie, Hazel Kennedy, Verena Lindfors, Marie Gallup, Mabel Brock, Montana Gilbert, Bessie Clark. Piano and Orchestra—“War March of the Priests’ ..Mendelssohn Pianists—Misses Anna French, Mabel Brock, Hazel McDonald, Verena Lindfors, Lizzie Sutherland, Mamie Ross, Mabel Phillips. Vocal Solo—“Tell Me, My Heart”, Bishop......Miss Alice Fogarty Cornet Solo—“Arbuckleian Polka,” Hartman.........Jardine Rife Chorus and Orchestra—“Bridal Chorus”, Cowen................. ...............................Normal Chorus and Orchestra Piano Sola—“Valse Arbesque”,Lack.........Miss Lizzie Sutherland Vocal Duet—“Oh Wert Thou In the Could Blast”.....Mendelssohn Misses Katherine Anderson and Euphemia Campbell. Pianos and Orchestra “Marche Directorate” ............ Sousa Pianists Misses Ruth and Stella Knotts, Minnie Gilbert, Lizzie Sutherland, Mamie Ross, Vespersia Luce, Masters Albert Swain and George White. Vocal Solo—“A Bird From O’er the Sea”..................White Miss Olive Valentine Piano Solo—“Valse Caprice,” Newland .....Miss Edith Poindexter Glee Club—“La Primevara” Moderati.....Ladies’ Normal Glee Club Violin Solo—“Air Varie” No. 6 Dancla..........Miss Maidie Rife Vocal Solo—“When the Heart Is Young,’ Buck...Mrs. Robt. Boone Pianos and Orchestra—“Overture to Zampa”..............Herold Pianists—Misses Marie Carter, Edith Poindexter, Verena Lindfors,Marie Gallup, Marie Lamont, and Mrs. J. C. Cox. Vocal Solo—“Lullaby,” Hanscom........Miss Euphemia Campbell, with Violin Obligato by Miss Rife and Quartette accompaniment by Katherine Anderson, Lena Lovell, Alice Fogarty and Margaret Ross. Chorus and Orchestra—“The Heavens are Telling”.........Haydn Normal Chorus, Orchestra and Trio, Miss Lovell, Messrs Stevenson and Stedman. 1 Chopin Chopin Chopin Westerhout Lam on d Seeboeck Goi cert. November 16, 1905. PROGRAM Nocturne Funeral March Etude Rondo d’A more Novellette Mr. Seeboeck. Goring Thomas—() My Heart is Weary (Recitative and Aria from Nadeschda) ........................................... Mrs. Longman. 3 Drdla Serenade Miss Gray. 4 Seeboeck Country Dance Butterfly By the Frog Pond March Winds From Music of Nature The Little Chicken Aria Bourree From Suite in the Old Style Minuetto a’lantico No. 3. Etudo de Concert Mr. Seeboeck 5 (a) Frain—Heigh Baby, Ho Baby (b) Willeby—A June Morning Mrs. Longman. 6 Hubaye Ilejre Kate Miss Gray. 7 Pabst Toccata Czebray...... ..................Rhapsodie Hongroise No. 3 Wagner-Kuendiger Bharaphrase de concert on the Walkure Mr. Leeboeck. 8 (a) Willis (b) Kellie Loves Solace Over the Desert Mrs. Songman. Miss Durnford, Miss Burton, Miss Oliver, Miss Jones. LADIES’ QUARTETTE. Mr.Fogarty, Mr. Chapman, Mr. Melton, Mr. Noyes, MALE QUARTETTE. Musical nxtraVagaipza, December 15, 1900. SAY—III THAR; RASTUS! Was you to de Sorority show? Well, le’ me tell you bout it. Ye knows dem gals was corked up for coons, black as ace of spades in spots. Well, thar de all set in a big half moon shape. Fin’lly one big coal black feller on de end, he pops out in front and he waves his fists and says, “There sets a row of Dillon beaux. They’de never take a gal to dese wonderful shows ’ Den he waltzes back again. 1 tele ye dat bunch of beaux looked silly and cheapish like. Wall, den ’nother feller says, “You know de other day a man got a pearl out on an oyster ’ Says nother feller, “Dat’s nothin’, Ruth got a diamond out of a lobster.” One of the coon’s names was Rastus, well, he sang a song ’bout Daddy and most made de big tears come in my eyes. Oh! I wish ye’d been thar—twas great! Here dey come a marchin in an’ to de playing of de big lot of music. All dere faces black, der lips red and der wool curley, and long swaller tail tuxeders—1 guess dey call’s ’em. De coat and de vest and to match 'em de bloomers. An’ de low pump shoes. Ah! but dey was a sight to look on. Dey was dandies and tuk de audience clean by storm. But de one dat tuk my eye was de great big hansom gen lman, who wasn’t black. Um! but he was a beauty. He just trod around dat er stage like a feller been in de trade for years. He was clean head and shulders ’bove any other coon an’ he was just es stedy and never cracked a smile. Ye talking about go’ng on de. train? Makes me tink bout de conversation one of de foxy coons on de end seys to de big feller in de middle. Ye know der was de two end men on each end, dat was fixed up in colors, all fit ter kill. Dey was s’posed to be de funny men and dey sur’ acted de fool. But de big feller he got kinder put out at de left hand end man when he war a askin’ him bout gon’ in’ off on de train and dat peskey end coon! 1 could have got up and licked him, he was dat sassy to de big feller. Every thing he ask de end coon he wouldn’t tell him so he could understand. Course 1 knows it was meant to be so, an was all in the minstrel; but 1 got dat excited at dat monkey end man 1 wanted to get up and paste him one for de big man, he looked so pathetic like and rolled dose big eyes so appealin’ like. But Rastus, 1 mos fo’got the mos’ important part. Thar was music till you couldn’t rest, all kinds, de softy, up, creepy kind and den de high screechy kind and de medium kind; wid dem all j’ining in on de chourus. Oh! it was glorious! I could stand ter see de black race taken off fur a good cause like dat. De menit I laid my eyes on ’em I knows I’de like ’em. And when they sang and den hit de Dillon beaux den, dat tuk my heart. Oh! one little end man, he comes out and sang “Coax Me.” Black eyes she ’ad, Rastus. and little? Yes and clipper as a kitten. An’ den dere was Liza what had a song sung ’bout, her, an’ de Injun. Den dat dear little pumpkin’ coons and some mo’e 1 don’no dere names. Ef I thought de’d give de show agin I’d stay he’ a few weeks. Oh! de big feller, de little coons, de end mens, and all de ones between on eider side, was dandies, wo’th fifty cents an’ more Tain’t no lie boy, Tain’t no lie”—Dat’s what dey say at de minstrel. E. H. B. literature W Hlma flbatev. i Now glorious there you stand, With clear-cut hills and mountains blue, Surrounding you, My Alma Mater! Your life has just begun ; Before your race is run, There’ll be thro’out the land, Many a noble band, Telling your deeds with praise, Singing to you its lays, O, Alma Mater! ii When time has rolled along, Like stars reflecting light from sun, When day is done, My Alma Mater, These little bands will be; And from afar they’ll see You, as the splendid source Of light, shed on their course, Which they, in turn, throw out Into the world about, O, Alma Mater. Myrtle Wright, ’05. Iber Skeleton in the Closet. “r OES PRETTY PEGGY love the handsome new professor? Ly Docs she admire the curl of his long eyelash, the marble of his brow, the glint of his snowy tie -. Ouch! Don’t get angry, sweet.” Peg’s grey eyes danced, her mouth curved bewitchingly, as she poised the “Book of General Information” high above her head. “Will you be good, Mary Stuart? You’ll not tease me anymore? Promise?” Amid a chorus of “Oh, Promise Me” ’s, Mary, with a football rush, upset the belligerent Peggy safely into the bed and there sat upon her. “Now, Peggy, don’t. Be sensible if you can. You know that Mr. Williams loves you to distraction” “Girls,” cried Peg, struggling to rise, “I wish you would be courteous, if you are foolish. I have known him all my life; we came from the same town, you know, and he has always treated me as he would any old friend or as he would treat any lady. Any one would think from your way of speaking that he was a fop or an idiot or that I —. I have never had the slightest cause for believing that he ever liked me.” From the circle about the chafing dish came a burst of laughter and exclamations: “Peg, you’re fibbing,” “Oh, shame!” “To think of your deceiving us so!” “He’s too poor to think of loving anybody,” exclaimed Peg, from her lowly position, “he’s too poor and I’m t(x poor. I’ve my own living to make and mother to care for, so I have no time for idle thots”— Peg’s careful explanation was interrupted by a shout of “Idle, Peg!” “Peggy, even if he is as poor as the proverbial lover,” said Rose slowly as she stirred the fudge, “you shall not throw him over in this cold way. I know true love when I see it, and he’s in love.” Peggy’s pretty face was red as her gown as she tried once again to explain ‘why not.’ The girls with loving mischief had no mercy on her. “Girls,” cried Inez, her dark face glowing, “girls, we must find a way to make Mr. Williams propose. I wonder how he’d do it? I wonder if he’d blush as beautifully as Peg is doing now? I wonder if he’d stammer, or back away at the last ditch? Girls, we’ll have to do something to make him propose, in pity for Peggy’s long-suffering devotion, and for his bashfulness. Shall we?” “Of course we—whist! There’s the matron! Under the bed!’’ “No, it isn’t,” gurgled Peg, “Come out from under that bed, Inez! Come out, Rose! Partake of this fudge and retire, I beseech you-Leave me to peruse my voluminous notes in peace. In plain language, eat and run! I’ll bet you a doughnut, Mary, that Mr. Williams couldn’t tell you the color of my eyes.” “Done,” laughed Mary, as she shut the door upon Peg’s saucy face. “May 1 have the keys for the map closet, Mr. Williams? I have to finish a map tonight.” “Certainly, Miss Gerald. Isn’t it rather late tho? Everyone else is gone.” “I have to draw that map, late or not. Thank you, Mr. W illiams.” Swiftly Peg pattered along-the cold, dark corridor. She shuddered and glanced over her shoulder into the shadows, fascinated by the silence and darkness. “I know I’m silly,” she muttered as she unlocked the closet door, “I know I’m silly, but it’s all the fault of those girls that I’m scared. No more ghost stories for me!” “Oh!” As she jerked the door open energetically, there roared a sudden explosion at her feet, a flash of light blinded her, a cloud of smoke suffocated her. At the same moment an awful apparition, with flapping draperies and glaring, burning eyes, fell forward and embraced her cowering form. With a cry of agony and supplication, Peggy, with her soft eyes fixed and terrified, her head thrown back, fell upon her knees. In vain did she try to tear away the smothering garments, in vain did she struggle and sob, for the awful thing clung to her like death. “What can it be?” she groaned. “It’s choking me! Help! Oh, help!” Peg’s voice broke in her horror. Her overwrought nerves gave way, and sick and white, she fell forward upon her face. A strong arm raised her, a tender hand upturned her quivering face, loving lips soothed her. “Peg, my darling, it is only a trick played upon you. See, it is only the old laboratory skeleton with a sheet tied around him. His burning eyes are phosphorus. It was a mean trick, Peg, but it has given me courage to tell you that I love you. Peg, Peg, look up!” With a shudder, as tho shaking off her fear. Peg forgot her reasons for a life of single blessedness, forgot her objections to the handsome new professor, Mr. Williams, forgot everything except that she was loved and that she loved, as she crept into his arms and finished her weeping in the proper way. Louise Wilson, ’07. H Xctter. Dear Class of ‘06:— MANY TIMES HAVE I thought of writing to you about some of the experiences, good, bad and indifferent, of a school-ma’ma. And right in the beginning let me say to you “soon-to-bes,” that a person couldn’t stand more than fifty years anyway of such a strenu- uous life. It’s wearing on nerves, patience, l x ks and---clothes. Now something about school life. The first sad lesson learned by the newly-initiated is that there are many cases of discipline and school management that neither Normal Methods, James’s “Psychology,” Spencer’s “First Principles” nor Dr. Bagiev’s “Educative Process” will cover. For instance, there is no rule to tell you just what to do with a boy who persists in jumping straddle of his seat when he comes in. who turns summer-saults in the cloak-room, wiggles his ears like a donkey at the principal and when you aren’t looking crawls down the stairs on his hands and knees. We’re told that love is the fundamental principle and key to success, either love of the work, or love of the pupils. Well, it’s always possible to do one’s duty conscientiously, but not always possible to do it from the love of it. However, it is fortunately the exception rather than the rule to find pupils that are not lovable, teachable, and responsive to a teacher’s effort and interest. The social life of a teacher, if she chooses to make herself agreeable and remembers that she must not talk shop, may be very pleasant. If she lives in a country district, she, at times, may be forcibly reminded that Montana is still in her babyhood and in the second degree of her pioneer stage. Lucky for her if she is a Montana girl and not an Eastern teacher when she attends a country dance; for being a Western girl she will not be surprised at the fiddler’s sitting on a table, or an old box, stamping out the dance time with his cow hide boot, more than scraping it out with his fiddle; at the cowboys in sombrero, belt and blouse, with red-dotted square for a neetkie, genially asking for the next “polkie” without an introduction ; she will take it all in gcxxl part, adapting herself to circumstances, instead of assuming that patronizing air, condescending to dance, and gushing afterward about the wonderful experience she has had, at such a quaint country dance where the girls wore such dear out of date dresses, and the boys such cute Western evening suits. Well, girls, there’s no end to the funny experiences you may have, nor likewise to the criticisms you may get. But, after all, the recompense of faithful service will be sure to come, and certain ’tis that conscientious teaching has the high reward- of---------a salary at the end of the month. I hope that you will continue in well-doing. An Experienced One. Cbe picnic. y ES, I’M HOME AGAIN. I’m ‘hot’ too, if I am frozen. Stop your laughing! Picnic! Fun! Fudge! “You know how we started out so bravely in rigs and gigs and haycaits. Of all the back-breaking contrivances ever invented a haycart is one! We rode away so gayly and who is it says “sun never shone on fairer scene?” The canyon, and the fir trees that seemed to march up its sides and the boulders that poked out from the rocky sides of the mountains were glorious! They made one feel as if he were in church. The day was lovely as a day in May instead of one in ()ctober. “Of course we ate! We had a fine lunch too, with all the nice picnicky things imaginable. We hung ourselves on wild rose bushes and feasted like—well, like Normal girls. We rambled over the hills after lunch, skinned our shoes and hands, as well as tore our clothes, and had a lovely time. Isn’t it queer how much fun you can get out of “just rambling?” “Then the rain began! We ate lunch again, in the pouring rain, then like wet hens exactly, we made a wild dash for the carts. There we sat for one awful hour and shuddered and froze. Even the trees on the sides of the canyon wept in pity, I do believe. “I thot we never should finish those long fourteen miles between Sheep Canyon and Dillon. The wind whistled, the sleet stung, and froze as it fell. “Did we sing? We tried to. We had to do something to make us forget the wet straw, our soaking clothes, the cold and our meanness. We shouted 4In the Good Old Summer Time” as we wept with icy tears, we wailed “Merrily We Roll Along” as we stopped to let some frozen one out for a brief walk; we sobbed “My Old Kentucky Home” and “Way Down South in Dixie” when a breath from Iceland struck us. How we did howl college yells and college songs! I wept into my mitten 1 have a few tears here yet frozen solid—as we sang “Home Sweet Home” when we neared Dillon. “I’m so glad to be home! I’m glad I went too, for the experience, but if T ever want to go on another picnic, lock me up for hopeless insanity, won’t you?” H Ibint. It’s themes today, and chem. tonight, Until it almost seems to me; As if I’d have to swear or fight, Or work my blamed trigonometry. And if some teacher ever found, His work as hard as our’s to us; I’m sure his labors would be crowned, By giving us our grades on trust. Will Chapman, ’08. H jfatber s Letter to Ibis College daughter My dear Daughter:—I am very busy today and can write you only a little note. I would have written before, but I thought if you were so busy I would not bother you. Your mother is well and will write when she gets time. We have so many Social duties now that we can hardly find time to eat. I would write you a long letter, but I have too much to do. With love, Papa. P. S. Did not have time to send you a check. Helen Cutting, ’07. H Xover's Soliloquy. Loving Sweetheart, how 1 miss you As the weeks go rolling by; Often in my dreams I kiss you None so happy then as I; Only then can I embrace you, Fondly press my heart to yours; Time nor distance can erase you, Ours is friendship that endures. Other friends may drop and leave me, You will always cheer my heart; Painful thoughts may sometimes grieve me, Thoughts of you, sweet joys impart; Love in dreams so often makes me Think I hear your gentle call; And from now till death o’ertake me, You’re my life, my hope, my all. S. P. Wells. 1ftovmah3eb Beatitudes. Blessed are ye Yale locks, for the Juniors surely know how to work you. Blessed are ye who “stand in” with the janitor, for ye shall hear the Senior Play. Blessed are ye Juniors who do hunger and thirst after Mr. Fenner’s Trigonometry, for ye shall be filled. Blessed are ye when ye are mourning for pet cats, for ye shall find them again in the laboratory. Blessed are ye who come to the Normal with heart failure, for here shall ye find much baking powder. Blessed are ye nimble of foot who can climb quickly into the room over the balcony, for the night-watch shall never catch you. Blessed are ye who expect to “flunk,” for ye shall never be disappointed. Blessed are ye Normal Boys, for ye shall go first from General Ex. Blessed are ye who know well how to “bluff,” for ye shall find your reward in “A”. Blessed are ye who go Sunday nights to the kitchen, for ye shall find the cook’s coffee awaiting you. «• Bn ‘lllp=to='0ate Ifnbuctfve Develop ment Xesson. 1. PREPARATION:—1. Have any of you children ever experienced great exultation of the heart when there came within the range of your vision a particular individual ? 2. As a train departed, bearing away farther and farther this particular individual, to what emotions did your troubled heart give way? Ans. (??????????????) II. STATEMENT OF THE AIM:—We are now going to show that this feeling has no sentimental value, or, in other words that the feeling, which we commonly call love, is a humbug. III. PRESENTATION:—1. One time 1 loved a particular individual. Many a time, with his arms about me, he vowed eternal adoration, and I foolishly put confidence in these passing words. The repetition of these vows convinced me of his fidelity. All went smoothly, until one night 1 saw this particular individual avowing his affectionsto another. Ah, fate! it now was evident that she held the place which he had declared 1 alone held. 2. The wedding march had prophesied a blissful event and everything was in readiness. The bridegroom stood waiting to claim his own. But alas, the bride had flown, flown with another, to be his sympathizer through life. IV. COMPARISON AND ABSTRACTION :—l. Now compare the emotions arising on these occasions:—the fluttering of the heart, the choking sensations of the throat, the difficulty in articulating, the inability to inteq ret the present situation in terms of past experience, the irritating sensation of the rarified atmosphere against the tympanic membrane, the sensation aroused by the stimulation of the peripheral end organs of the orbicularis-oris—with the emotions when you returned tremendously hungry from the “go” brought about by the evangelistic efforts of an enthusiastic insturctor, and seated yourself at a supposedly gorgeous banquet; only to find the ‘‘staff of life” in its primitive state, dough, Noah’s donkey smiling complacently from the platter, and the vegetables still vegetating. Were your emotions in the two situations at all similar? After a careful diagnosis, 1 am sure you will find that they were. Generalization:—These cases are analogous. The banquet gives you a feeling of the vanity of human expectations. The love affairs give you a feeling of the nullity of human ambitions. Therefore we conclude, love is a humbug. THE APPLICATION: (Betting a [position. “Miss Weatherly, how do you do? A school teacher? Well, I thought so.” “Yes, I’ve been teaching school for nearly five years. The last school 1 taught was twenty miles north of Madison. No, I’m not teaching now. It’s Christmas vacation, you see.” “And you like teaching?” “Indeed I do. 1 just love it. Hut I’ve been so busy lately with my school, getting my children ready for the holiday programme. 1 had them go through a drill, and the little boys didn’t want to wear dresses, and the little girls wanted to wear curls, and to lead. Hut 1 got along pretty well. Their mothers and the trustees, and the district clerk all said they were proud of the school and “Are you glad vacation is here?” “I surely am, I’ve been rather busy, though, planning next term’s work.” “Going to teach the same school again?” “Well, no! You see I had a chance to get a school in Madison, and 1 told the Canyon trustees I’d resign. And they got after me and told me not to, and said they’d raise my wages, and hire some one to build fires for me, and—M “Did you resign?” “Well, then 1 heard of a vacancy in my home town. So I applied there. I saw Mr. G., the clerk, and he said he’d hand in my application; I saw Mr. F., the chairman, and he said he’d call a meeting; I saw all of the other trustees, and they all said they’d vote for me. And then I told Mr. Beach of Canyon—he’s a trustee—that I had applied in my home town. I Ic said, “You shouldn’t resign that Canyon school. You’ve gotten along so nicely, and the children all like you so well; you’ve been the best teacher we’ve had in nigh onto ten years, and you’ve made so much progress; the other trustees like you so well,” “But, 1 said, ‘Mr. Beach, I can't do it, I want to teach at home. I’ve got so many friends there. I’ve rung up the clerk and he said he’d hand in my application. I’ve spoken to the chairman and he said he’d call a meeting; and all of the trustees said they’d vote for me, and besides, Mr. Beach’, I said, ‘I can save so much more money by teaching here.’ I said 1 didn’t like teaching country schools very much, any way. You can’t deduct deductive development lessons and you can’t induce inductive development lessons nearly so well, and—” “Did you take the Madison school?’’ “No, I—” “Then you took your home school?” “No, I promised Mr. Beach—” “You’d take the Canyon school?” “No, I promised Mr. Beach I’d marry him.” L. A. ’06. Those Lamps of Genius. WE MUST HEAR the Seniors rehearse their play! Those were the words that rang out on the clear air on a beautiful spring evening. How to do it, that was the joke,—but not one on us not yet. The words were hardly uttered when away flew five of the merriest, sassiest Juniors alive. History narrates that they got into the College building while every door was locked and went into the library. Just talk about the fiery tongues for a mystery! Now anyone that knows the location of doors in this library remembers that a rolling door stands between the library and the hall where the Seniors were pouring forth their dramatic sentiments. At the f(X)t of this door lay those Juniors, without a particle of respect for their elders’ feelings. Well, they heard it every word of that wonderful histrionic production. Yes, and do you know, they wouldn’t say a word about the acting of those Seniors, for fear that managers of theatrical troupes would hear about them and take them away from us. It would be a shame to make women like Modjeska, Roberts or Fiske, fade into oblivion before those ’05 lamps of genius. Lives of Freshmen all remind us We can everything decline; And, departing, leave behind us Zeros on one long, long line (0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 ) Zeros that perhaps another Living through these College days, A frosty and a lonesome brother, Seeing he may mend his ways. THE DONKEY CLUB. Officers—Any donkey. Place—Any old place. Members—Just donkeys. Permit of organization—Couldn’t get any. Eligible All members of Junior class of ’06. A YOUNG INSTRUCTOR’S CAP AFTER A TRIP “ABROAD.” Moral—Don’t leave your cap around for students to gaze into, if you have had a romance lately. No charge for the advice—Thank you. Found on the margin of President Swain’s Economics—“Use joke 112 at this place.” Miss H. -m-l-t-n, dancing with Mr. Robbins, “I could die dancing with you, Mr. Robbins.” Mr. R. There are some easier deaths.” 1. Joan of Arc, Noah’s wife. 2. Cattle was the wealth of the Egyptians, sheep their small change. Instructor in Economics. Miss O’Boyle, where were potatoes first found ? Miss O’Boyle. Ireland, sir. Class. Ha! Ha! FROM AN ANCIENT HISTORY EXAM. A Valentine to the Seniors. IT WAS JUST THE night for a prank, St. Valentine’s night, when I mischievous Cupid is the medium of so many lover’s offerings. We loved the Seniors—why not do something to show it? All ready ! ! ! Wasn’t it funny to watch those sassy Juniors flit about waiting for some Senior to leave her room- then in a moment dash iiito the wardrobe and dash out with the very best gown obtainable and the “never fail grin?” The finale was the gallery taker. Just imagine twenty-four radiant mischief makers dressed to their ears in the Seniors’ best bibs and tuckers, marching into the dining-room. Then came the applause of all the lower class-men —Wasn’t it great? Were they angry? (), no Just a bit disturbed to think that those rascals of Juniors had got ahead of them; and just a little fearful that there wouldn’t be much of their decolletes left when we got through. We did feel all puffed up, but we returned“degoods in fine shape.” All they thought was “Pride goeth before a fall.” We just sang —Teasing, teasing, we were only teasing you. Teasing, teasing, with your clothes we are through. Of course you know that we were Teasing, teasing, just to show you how. Don’t be angry, and start an awful row. THE REASON. As some people may be curious enough to wonder why we do not publish the pictures of all the members of our faculty, we would simply call their attention to the fact that we intend offering The Chinook for sale. M. N. C. Modem Language. E HAVE AN INSTRUCTOR who simply cannot use plain V V language. The other day in Ethics, instead of reciting that old favorite poem, “Uncle Ned,” in the way we all understand it, this is the vocabulary with which he juggled: “There was once a colored individual whose cognomen was that of Uncle Edward (Think of it.) lie had no capillary subtance on his pericranial cavity where the capillary substance ought to vegetate. So lay down your agricultural implements, allow your violin to hang pendent on the wall, there’s no more physical energy to be expended by Uncle Edward. For lie’s gone to that place ordained by a kind Providence for all good colored individuals at the expiration of their natural existence.” Students—‘ ‘ Fans, please. SONGS AND THEIR SINGERS. “Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder”—Yin. “Ninety-nine Battles”—Trio Minnie S. “I’m a Poor Lonely Maid”—Duet Duet Anna. Florence. “Nobody Loves Me”—Mayme. “I Went to the Animal Fair”—Marcia. One part of “Hiawatha”—Helen. “Coax Me”—Lu. f Twins. “The Bear Went over the Mountain” Mary K. Mabel. Land Agent:—What kind of property does Mr. Robbins like best? Girl (who knows): A “homestake,” I believe. iXg. KKTMFVT BA IfDOVUorE, l£ V o Ejfteh Hen DEFINITIONS. Flunking—What students sometimes do. Cut—Sometimes done with classes. Teasing—A game indulged in by Seniors. Stunning What some people think of themselves. Fudge—That mixture of chemicals sometimes prepared by College girls. Blues—Symptoms accompanying a failure or not receiving money from home. Spooning Never occurring when you’re alone. Tale of woe Why we didn’t win the Bozeman game. THE PLEDGE. Here’s to those we have toasted! Here’s to those we have roasted! Here’s to all the brillant heads! Here’s especially to our brave “Co-eds!” TO OUR CAT. A howl, a cry, a fearful wail! Tis not some soul in dire torment. But someone stepped on Tommy’s tail, And caused this poor cat’s last lament. LOST OR EATEN BY THE DOGS. Mr. Allen, can you give us any clue as to the whereabouts of our dear old cat? He had a fine set of cranial nerves, strong optio thalamus, rhythmical heart beat. Do you suppose he could have strayed into the lab? “Holding hands is worse than gambling,” Said a voice so gruff, yet clear; And the guilty parties started With a more than guilty air. s TO WHOM DO THESE BELONG? CHERISHED SAYINGS OF OUR FACULTY. Dr. Swain, “It is very obvious.” Dr. Bagley, “My Book.” Dr. Squires, “O Surely, Surely.” Mr. Fenner, “O That Trig. Class.” Mr. Monroe, “That will be sufficient.” Mr. Allen, “So! So!” Mr. Luce, “Farster and stop at the commies.” Mrs. Luce, “I never dare to sing as good as 1 can.” Miss Carson, “To be of service rather than to be conspicuous.” Mr. Forden, “My heart is fixed.” Miss Thormycr, “Marriage is a desperate thing.” Mr. Robbins, “To love is a liberal education.” Miss Mott, “Be sure of your outlines and maps.” THE FRESHMEN’S SWEET CONTENT. We know there’s room at the top, But to get there we won’t jump any; It’s lots more fun to stop Down lower, where there’s more company. TWO GOLDEN VERSES. 1805 Down in the Meadow a Maiden fair Was braiding her wealth of golden hair. 1905 Up in the College, The Juniors fair Over their “Trig” Are pulling their hair. NORMAL HALL RULES. 1. Board 50 cts. per sq. ft. Meals extra. 2. Students are requested not to speak to the dumb waiter. 3. Don’t worry about your bill, the house is supported by its foundation. 4. Not responsible for diamonds, bicycles, trunks, or any baggage left under the pillows. Leave valuables with the Matron. 5. Students wishing to rise early can have a pint of self-rising flour for supper. 0. All valuables found in the soup must be returned to the cook, so she can use them again. By Order of Executive Board. I). Hamilton, “The Twins,” V. Burton. “Our Boys.” E. Cotter, M. Beuschlein, D. Dolson. M. Thornton Entrance to the Guarded Tomb HA! HA! HA! LAUGH! It’s awfully funny. We laugh yet when we think of it. You know it. You’ve all heard about the wonderful club rooms Sorority. The Seniors guarded these rooms and thereby hangs a tale. These rooms were away up on the third floor. Fiction had told of the Oriental draperies, the Turkish rugs, and the Haviland china. We had dreamed of these. Why not see them? Can you blame us? We were young and curious. So list! Above that door there is a transom; in that transom there is a glass; around that glass there is hard, hard putty; and in our class there’s a girl 3 ft. x 2 ft. There’s the tale. Oh! if you could only have seen us piling in through that transom, holding our very breath for fear of being caught. Say! wouldn’t it have been “stunning” if a senior had happened along? There we were “all in,” in that paradise, the envy of the whole college. We didn’t blame Adam and Eve a bit,—but we didn’t touch forbidden fruit! O! No! ! ! ! We took observation! Took observation! What didn’t we take? We just decorated those beautifully tinted walls with the seniors’ “Main supports,” signed our respectable names to the holy constitution,—that array of solemn vows. What happened to us? Suffice it to say we got the “cold stove” for a whole month. We got more when initiation time came. I think the seniors got even—Don’t you? FROM AN EXAMINATION PAPER IN AMERICAN LITERATURE. The Simple Cobbler of Agawam was written by Nathaniel Ward. In this Nathaniel attacked the different religions from the Baptists to Women’s Millinery. An insturctor in History of Education: “This class is improving. There is not a single absentee here this morning.” Pupil in Physiology Class: “The soft palate raises-------” Instructor, interrupting: “Which does it raise, wheat or chickens?” Class: 11a! Ha!” COLLEGE EVOLUTION. Arrive with trunk; Tackle hard junk; An awful flunk; Feel punk; Pack trunk; Leave junk. WE WONDER. If President Swain will buy an Annual. What Mr. Forden’s intentions are. If Prof. Allen has the price of a (shav.e) If some-one has hurt Miss Simpson’s feelings again. Why Mr. Robbins wasn't married at Homestake, as advertised. What is a good cure for Indigestion. Where Miss Slocum got her diamond. Why Miss Thormeyer is so fond of Butter. Where the ladies of the Faculty have their hats designed. Where the Juniors of 06 slept the night they had no blankets. What kind of an Annual the Freshmen will have. If Miss Flotow knows whether “Minnehaha” has decided yet. With whom Billy will go next year. JUNIOR PRIZE STORY. The Juniors’ gift to the Annual Is a story yet untold; They had just one in that famous class That would write for our prize of gold. So let each future generation Of our wonderful nation Hear of the “ “lone dissertation” By that Junior delegation. LOST. An Ethics note book. Possibly lost while owner was out walking---alone ? ? Remember Hallowe’en You Juniors who were E. Z. Maybe some day you will learn That the Seniors’ love a joke And the trick on you May turn. TO THE SOREHEADS. Positively no heed will be given to hair pulling or heart-cutting communications. All threatening epistles we strenuously decline. Also we refuse to accept any challenge for duels or open warfare. N. B. We are not looking for trouble, we have plenty. Humbly, The Roast Committee ’U6. Our Faculty. “M. N. C.” is the name of the College Where maidens both solemn and gay, Are struggling along in the depth of great knowledge Until their sweet smiles fade away. We often speak of how happy we’d be If Flossie would only forget history, And not be talking from morn till night Of some great general or some great fight. If she wouldn’t make us paint maps green and red Until we have such a pain in our head, That we really wish some charming chap, For Flossie dear would set his cap . But then there’s Fenner and his trigonometry, Algebra 11, and solid geometry, Algebra iii, with just dainty bits Of calculus making us lose our wits. Calmly he sits through the whole weary hour; He talks of geometry, then of a flower; Perhaps he’ll give you a terrible slam, But he can’t help it, its the nature of the man. Next comes Allen, so slim and so meek, Who loves to hear the poor kitty squeak. The anatomy student he sends o’er the town To get a cat or be marked down. He’ll tell you to draw the biceps and heart That you saw in the frog when you took it apart, Then he’ll set you to study a lesson too long And when you recite he’ll say, “The book’s wrong.' If you should chance to pass some day A little man with hair quite gray, Do not forget, what e’er you do, To bend right down and kiss his shoe. You might think he is very small And doesn’t count much after all, But let me tell you, just for fun, A few things that this man has done. 9 He wrote a book and gave it a name That’s large enough for a hurricane. If ever a book you chance to see That tells of drill and primacy, Don’t sit right down until its read, And then retire with a pain in your head, And dream and think the whole night through That angel choirs are singing to you About a beautiful book they hold Written by Bagley in letters of gold; For the rising bell will end your rest, And again you must study “Educative Process,’’ And listen for nearly half the day To what Dr. Bagley has to say About apperception and eflicent recall, Which means much misery to Normal Hall. With many a gesture and smile serene Mrs. Squire arrives on the scene She talks of hygiene and history of ed—. Until you wish that you were dead. If you hold up your hand, ’tis true That Mrs. Squire will not call on you, But just as sure as she thinks you don’t know She” 11 call on you and say, you're slow. Then comes Mr. Monroe so bright, Who keeps us working day and night. He gives us problems that make us stare. And discourages us so we give up in despair. At first you may think he is very meek, But just wait till you hear him speak. Astronomy, physics, chemistry, as well, Are stored in his brain in one tiny cell With an English book and a bunch of themes, Sarcastic Miss Carson intrudes on our dreams. “Ayers Verbalist” and a bottle of ink She carries around and tells us to think Of all the great writers and authors subline Who came to this earth to have a good time. On our favorite professor we once had to write, Then our misery was at its great height. Manual training, a box of tools, A pair of scissors, and three or four rules, A pretty play house, a flute, and an awl, Came with Forden to Normal Hall. A pair of ears so long and red Are strangely in contrast with his bald head. But he is as patient as he can be, And we all love Forden at “M. N. C.” Latin and French and German and Greek, All are simple tongues for Miss Thormyer to spe But pity the maiden who all night long Studies her Vergil or sings some Dutch song; She never knows what’s coming next, For Miss Thormyer often does get vexed. ’Tis then the pupils begin to pray, And sadly think of the judgment day. I tell you what it is worth while To see dear Mr. Robbins smile, He thinks that his sweet smile perchance, vSome lovely maiden might entrance. No matter how great is his rush, He stops to smile or else to blush. He really thinks he is sublime, For he talks in poetry all the time. ’Tis obviously true, that Dr. Swain so dear, With his bobbing head is ever near. And “Tis the very nature of the case,” That Dr. Swain leads us a merry chase. With his monoply and “Corporation,” He tries to create a great sensation; But no matter how hard the poor man tries The economics class still closes its eyes. “Last but not least’’ comes the matron we love She is very kind and meek as a dove. She’s been to us our mother and all Since we have come to Normal Hall. She tried to guide our footsteps right And ever made our burdens light. And when we leave our Normal home Our grateful thoughts to her will roam. The Dream. Last night I awoke from my slumber, And sat up in my bed pure and white, To behold at my side in great number Bacteria and old Schizophyte. When these things at last had left me, And again I lay down to rest, I dreamed of the Fungi and Algae And wondered which really was best. The Algae and Fungi soon scattered, But when these no longer were seen, I saw something very much battered, ’Twas the Cladophora, all dressed in green. And even the yeast, in my sorrow, Was budding and blossoming fair. Basidiomycetes spelled tomorrow, And my heart was o’er laden with care. Marchantia next came calling. Jungermannia looked her best. But when Mr. Allen came sprawling, I knew it was time for a test. Calendar. Jan. 1. —New Year’s callers. The Beau Brummels of Dillon do the gallant act and call on the Hall girls. Jan. 2.—School starts for ’05.—“To the Seniors a successful year.’’ Jan. 3.—All ready for more succotash, more mystery, more Noah’s animalia. Feb. 1.—Some one who ought to have had a Spring Tonic swipes the rising bell and rings it at 4:30 Dear, if -we- only knew—None of us got up, did we? ? ? ? Feb. 2.—Students for 2nd. Sem. arrive. Feb. 3.—All afraid of being hazed. Would you haze any of those poor, green girls? We wouldn’t. Feb. 14.—Cupid’s darts delivered at the Hall. Those sassy Juniors wear the Seniors’ clothes down to dinner. Were they angry? Why, no! ! ! ! ! Feb. 27. -Miss Snook washes her window an awful shock! ! Mar. 16.—Bozeman girls arrive. Entertain them beautifully. Alarm clocks—Tin cans Horns—-Did they rest?—(), yes. Mar. 17. -Celebrate Erin’s birthday by a basket-ball game between Bozeman and College girls. V-i-c-t-o-r-y for US. 9—8. Mar. 18. Big roastings for “de entertainment of de gairlies.” April 1. All Fools’ Day. Take breakfast bell and stuff it. Stuffed bells better than stuffed heart, anyway. April 2.—Everyone takes Spring tonic builds up your nerves. The Seniors don’t need any—“Tanks.” April 4. —Seniors start to practice Class Play. We won’t listen honest. April 5.—A new student arrives. Isn’t she a big one? April 6. —Serenade Faculty with our sweet voices. May 1.—Beautiful May. Only 8 weeks more “Wc crown you Queens of the May, Seniors.” May 2.—Juniors pick out Seniors’ class bride. May 3.—The night is calm. All in readiness to play the big sneak on the “Mighty Caps.” May 4. Stay in College and hear the Seniors rehearse Class play. Cinderella—How dear! May 7. Posted bulletins in honor of Seniors’ play. C0MINCIJUNE22J! S dkcsped r's version q Cl ND ER ELLA! Bn y our pumpkins and have t hem changed into AUTOMOBILES. i li ko condo Ins n tRf£ carter. May 9.—Freshies organize, cutest class?” “Don’t you think the Freshies are the June 2.—Hush—Juniors enter the guarded tomb.—Sorority—Sign our names, to the “tables of stone.” We ought to be acrobats—got in through a transom 5x12. Known in College circlse as “The Juniors’ Victory.” June 12.—The dandy Freshies have their picnic. Big hay rack— horns—yells—live ones, I tell you. June 15.—Start digging for finals. June 19.—Finals all over, “Deo Gratias.” A sigh of sweet relief. June 19.—Pow-wow. Pipe of Peace. No more contention. “We just love each other now.” June 21.—Icy—O—How chilly those Seniors are! June 21—Evening—Senior dinner to Faculty. Serenaded by Juniors —“Can band”—Time fine—Airs pathetic. June 22.—Senior Class play. Juniors sing “Medley.” Made a hit. June 23.—Juniors entertain Seniors at breakfast. How we will miss you, even though we are sassy! Pretty breakfast souvenir spoons. June 24.—Commencement amid tears and heart aches. Now we’re Seniors. Not nearly as nice as being Juniors. Take off your hats to us. June 24.—Start for home—“One last fond look atthedearold Dorm.” Good-bye Seniors, you’re going to leave us now. 2:10—Off for Butte. Boom-a-lac-ka. Sept. 4.—Back to the Hall and Dillon. Not a bit lonesome. Miss the dear old Seniors. The campus a dream of green. Good Old Summer Time over . Sept. 5.—8:25. —Go to College. Register. Large attendance. Sept. 7.—First Sorority meeting -New officers installed. We feel awkward as members of Kappa-Zeta-Nu. Sept. 8.—Tickled by appearance of two unmarried members of Faculty. “Isn’t he dear!—Isn’t he lovely and tall!” Sept. 10.—Mr. Robbins takes first dancing lesson. Sept 15.—First Club dance. All the beauties of the Hall favored with invitations from the Dillon Gallants. We were all invited. Sept. 18.—Our new evangelist (R) makes a stirring appeal for us to leave this four walled enclosure and hie away to the hills. Sept. 20.—The “Go” beautiful weather for ducks. The faculty forgot to get a stand-in with the weather man. No umbrellas, no raincoats—Thank you. Sept. 27.—Begin teaching—“Weeping and gnashing of teeth.” Sept. 28.—Mr. Forden gives a vivid dissertation on “How to be beautiful yet plane.” Life model furnished by himself. Oct. 10.—Congratulations to one of the class. “Auntie.” Oct. 31.—Fooled those star Juniors who attempted to take our places at the table. O, you’ll learn after awhile. (Hallowe’en.) Nov. 1.—More tough steak. Mattie helps us cut the muscular tissue by her enchanting “Tiddle-De.” Nov. 1.—Big frost on the Annual. Nov. 5. Ponds freeze up, an end to biology trips So sorry. Nov. 8.—Mr. Hanson makes his first call at the Dormitory. Nov. 11.—Cram for hygiene Exam. Nov. 15.—Dr. Swain interrupts Junior class Meeting, to interview Freshman President. Nov. 16.—Mr. Hanson goes walking, but not alone. Nov. 18.—-Patiently awaiting our Thanksgiving dinner. Nov. 19. Big test in “Trig” More tears. Poor Juniors. Nov. 20. Mr. Hanson approaching the crisis. Nov. 21.—All excitement over the schedule game, between B. C. II. S. and Normal boys. Nov. 23.—Mr. Hanson pops the ? Cupid does the rest. Nov. 25. —Watch boys practise. Nov. 30.—At last Thanksgiving. Game not a success for us. An appetizer however. Entertain in evening. Some go to Butte on vacation. Mattie causes more tears with her mandolin. Dec. 5. Start in in earnest to prepare for our big show. Dec. 7. Last club-dance before we go home. Henry takes his ladylove. Dec. 10.—Juniors beginning to l x k conspicuous. Dec. 15.—The Minstrel. Howling success. Couldn’t respond to all encores. Dec. 21.- Prize story contest closed. Not one story handed in. Dec. 23. —Forget all our troubles. Away to joys of Yuletide. Dec. 25.—Eighteen eat Xmas dinner at the Hall. Receive Messages for Merry Xmas and Happy New Year. Jan. 0.—Back to the stern reality. Forget our frivolous lives for six months. Jan. 8. Juniors wake up and hand in prize story. TO THOSE WHO WOULDN’T ADVERTISE. We don’t want to trade in your store, We don’t like you any more. You’ll be sorry when you see us Going in some other door! You can’t sell us any ribbons, Any gloves or pretty ties. You can’t look into our Annual, Just ’cause you won’t advertise. CARD OF THANKS. We desire to express our most sincere gratitude and heartfelt thanks to the Freshmen, who exerted every influence and worked so unceasingly that this Annual might not be a success. We intend to have the names of that peaceful, accommodating class etched in letters of green on a brazen tablet, that future Freshmen may be inspired by such paragons of kindness and devotion. DARK THIS IS THE EDITORS— SANCTUM GONE. 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S DEPOSIT YOUR MONEY • Where it will yield you a reasonable return and at the same time be absolutely safe? s NEGOTIATE A LOAN: GO TO STATE BANK OF DILLON m ELI EL BROS. “The Old Reliable Store’’ Our Store is Larger and Brighter than Ever Before. Our Stock is more Varied and Up-to-Date than Ever Before. We feel that our friends who have been doing business with us will be pleased with the improved appearance that our business place now presents. SPECIALTIES FOR - SPRING - RECENTLY RECEIVED Ladies’ Suits Skirts Wash Fabrics In Latest Styles Waists, Laces Wraps for Spring The Styles now in Vogue The Patrons of EL1EL BROS. Are Never Disappointed as to Prices and Quality S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 For STAPLE and FANCY GROCERIES Fruits and Vegetables S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 Hard Wheat Flour and Pantry Flour 1 Steel Ranges and Heaters ...Qo to... The John W. Morton Co. Telephone: Stable, 15 M Residence, 20 F. e) A. L. ANDERSON, Proprietor of= Livery, Feed and Sale Stable a HORSES BOUGHT AND SOLD S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 K S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 £33 323 S3 S3S3323 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 E3 S3 S3 E3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 S3 E3S3E3 S3 S3 S3 S3H m to Mi . f: V v Mi •v.:; Ml if Mi .: : : I Mi jfe� Mi . Ml � ws- M • Ml : i . Hi m m m Mi Mi . Hi j§ if Mi |i$ Mi «r?iv if m m Mi . THE TRIBUNE BOOK STORE Carries Everything In Stationery School Supplies Sheet Music Music Books Needed by Students and Others THE STOCK IS FRESH AND CLEAN AND UP TO DATE THE PATRONAGE OF STUDENTS IS SOLICITED Job Work of all Kinds Opposite Passenger Depot :: Dillon :: ++++++++ Pbotoarapbs, Crayons, pastel anb linbla Ifnh portraits Developing anb tflnlsblnfl for tbc Crabe :::::: DILLON, MONTANA. E. M. YEARIAN DEALKk I IN Paints, Glass and Wall Paper, Confectionery and Stationery, School Supplies P. O. Building IRUc tbc IDruggtst Bannach Street Telephone 35 ff Dillon, Montana DILLOIN, MONTANA DILLON FURNITURE COHPANY FURNITURE OF EVERY DESCRIPTION Generous T reatment --- G. T. PAUL, Proprietor. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ++++++++++++-t+ -++++++++ 3 T 3 V. ¥ % % § I.. I . UKABTBR 12. L. MALL s I I 9 9 y I I ¥ i I f The • • • I II V • « • Gractcr Grocery Co Wholesale and Retail ..GROCERS.. A Full Line of STAPLE AND FANCY GROCERIES Always on Hand. Try our Holly Brand Hard Wheat Flour 00 Sole Agents for the Milwaukee Harvesting Machines, Reapers and Mowers Also the New York Hay Rakes ALL KINDS OF REPAIRS IN STOCK 00 Give Us a Trial Lowest Prices Consistent with Class of Goods ft £ § £ £ § eft eft £ eft £ £ £ £ eft i eft £ £ i £ £ £ £ £ £ I I £ eft £ £ eft £ £ £ £ £ £ £ A. KUNTZE, - Proprietor Dillon Bakery, Confectionery and Lunch Room ♦ ♦♦ A. W. Connolly, Prest. C. H. Knapp, V.-Prest, W. M. Knapp, See. and Treas. The 0. W. Dart Hardware Co. Plumbers and Heaters Agents Sharpless Tubular Cream Separators Blacksmith Supplies, Iron Pipe and Fittings Packing, Cordage, Wire, Rope Paint and Oils, Tools, Cutlery, Stoves Ranges, Tinware, Iron, Steel, Sheet Iron Crockery, Glassware General Sporting Goods Telephone 10 F Corner Montana and Bannack Streets DILLON, MONT. + ♦ •f f ■f + f + ♦ •f ♦ •f ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ t ♦ ♦ -f ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ + f + + ♦ ♦ f + ♦ + f ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ -f + + ♦ f + ♦ ♦ DIAMONDS Artistic Jewery Art Goods 0 ALBERT STAMM, JEWELER, DILLON, MONTANA. J. Robert Morton Headquarters for Neat, Nobby Clothing and Furnishing Goods Two Doors North of M. M. Co. I ocnooi or iviusic Montana State Normal College E. S. LUCE, Director. MRS. E. E. LUCE, Voice Culture ?! Offers superior advantanges for the most thorough and progressive study of Piano, Voice Culture. Violin and all Wind and Stringed Instruments, Theoretical Musical Subjects and History Diplomas granted on completion of courses. Free advantages, membership in chorus classes, orchestra, mandolin and guitar club and choir training For catalogue and information, address, E. S. LUCE, Director. You Can Save Money If You Make Your Purchases at THE GOLDEN RULE STORE DILLON. MONTANA TASH LENKERSDORFER, . . . Butchers . . . Fresh and Salted Heats, Poultry, Fish, Etc. Telephone 10B : : : DILLON. TONTANA. Every Good Thing in Shoes For Men, Women, Boys and Girls can be found here at the MOST REASONABLE PRICES CITY SHOE STORE, HENRY SCHOENBORN, Proprietor. - -GO TO-------- Mrs. Hart, the Milliner For Anything in the Line of .... MILLINERY AND ART GOODS.... Dillon Implement Company This way when you intend moving to the Country Farming Implements a Specialty V Vf V 9 | 9 $ f i A PRETTY ARM Is none the less attractive if encircled at the wrist by a gold or silver bracelet of handsome design. These few lines are simply to bespeak your attention to our fine display af gems and jewelry generally. What we have to show and the prices we ask will tell more than volumes of print—if you see them. HUBER BROTHERS MASONIC TEMPLE DILLON, MONTANA THE CENTRAL STABLES DILLON, - - - MONTANA ’PHONE 18 B EVERYTHING NEW AND UP-TO-DATE SPECIAL ATTENTION GIVEN TO PICNIC PARTIES 1 ' 2500 6