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

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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,”

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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.