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

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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.

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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.

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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.