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

Text from Pages 1 - 140 of the 1907 volume:

THE CAMPUS. THE CHINOOK PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF THE MONTANA STATE NORMAL COLLEGE DILLON, MONTANA 1907 PRESS OP THE TRIBUNE PUBLISHING COMPANY DILLON, MONTANA TO MISS LUCY HAMILTON CARSON IN GRATEFUL APPRECIATION OF HER GENEROUS ASSISTANCE AND NEVER-FAILING ENCOURAGEMENT. —5— CHINOOK STAFF. H. Mignonia Durnford, ..... Editor-in-Chief Lavina M. Slocum, -.Literary Ethel A. Oliver,...........................................Music Edith Poindexter,............................................Art Margaret Burke, Athletics Olga V. Johnson,........................................ Social Helen Cutting, Calendar Sophie E. Showers, ....... Slams Catherine A. Burke,.............................Business Manager FACULTY, HENRY H. SWAIN, PH. D., President. JOSEPH E. MONROE, B. A., Vice-President. Physics and Chemistry. % ROBERT CLARK, M. A., Biology. 4 CHARLES J. FENNER. M. S., Mathematics. CARRIE RANSON SQUIRE, PH. D„ Education and Training. LUCY HAMILTON CARSON, M. A., English. 11- CHARLES LEON ROBBINS, M. A., Methods and Training. BERTHA THORMYER, M. PH., Latin and German. 13— ;; LAURA M. KRESS, B. L., History. THEODORE SlIOUDY, Manual Training. —15— EDWARD S. LUCE, M usic. ELIZABETH E. LUCE, Voice Culture. —17— ANNA W. OWSLEY, Matron. Class of '07. 1. Edna Schroeder—“Excellence is the reward of labors.” 2. Maude Baldwin—“Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low—an excelletn thing in woman.” 3. Mabel Barbour—“She is like the hazel twig, straight and slender.” 4. Jean Butter— A model mind the best contentment has.” 5. Ora Conway—“System is the jewel of her soul.” 6. Birdie Allen—“With every day a holiday, and life a glad romance.” 7. Catherine Burke—“A willing heart lightens work.” 8. Margaret Burke—“A truer, nobler, trustier heart, more loving and more loyal, never beat within a human breast.'' 9. Nell Clark—“So modest and retiring you would scarcely know she was there.” 10. Helen Cutting—“She looks as clear as morning roses washed with dew.” —21— 11. Grace Davidson— “Wit is the lightning of the mind.” 12. Dellb Dolson—“The testimony of a good conscience is the glory of a ‘tony’ man.” 13. Beth Drummey—“A maiden never silent.” 14. Mignonia Durnpord—“Music hath charms to soothe the soul.” 1 to • to 1 15. Annie Fitzpatrick—“As merry as the day is long.” 16. Edna Fridley— Infinite riches in a little room.” 17. Lida Gilchrist—“A maiden never bold.” 18. Mary Harrington—“A manner meek and mild.” i9. Gertrude IIeisey—“A smile that won’t come off.” 20. Ethel Hutton—“Of all our parts, the eyes express the sweetest kind of bashfulness.”' —23— 21. Altha I hfpers—“Thy voice is sweet, as if it took its music from thy face.’ 22. Laura Jexkins—“Faithful, gentle, good, wearing the rose of womanhood.’’ 23. Olga Johnson— My crown’s in my heart, not in my head.” 24. Olga Landt—“A maiden of our century, yet most meek.” 25. Eva Lawr '.xce— Who deserves well needs not another’s praise.” ic ’ • ; .. 26. Ruth Lawrence— Speech is great, but silence is greater.” 27. Mamie McNamara— Slow and steady wins the race.” 28. Buena Nelson— Continual cheerfulness is the sign of wisdom.” 20. Ethel Oliver—“Linked sweetness, long drawn out.” 30. Edith Poindekter The maiden with the dreamy eyes. 25— 31. Mattie Preston —“How brilliant and mirthful the light of her eye.” 32. Sophia Showers—“But I loved with a love that was more than love.” 33. Emily Slocum—“Life without laughing is a dreary blank. 34. Lavixa Slocum—“She is just solid goodness for sure.” 35. Maude Stone—“So womanly, so benign, and so meek.” 3(5. Louise Wilson—“A sweet idea wandered through her thoughts.” • 37. S. P. Wells—“All tongues speak well of him.” 38. W. R. Wyatt—“An honest man is the noblest work of God.” 39. E. V. Griffin—“It is a great plague to be a handsome man.” 40. Emma L. Fritz—“Among them, but not of them.” —27— Senior Class Organization. Officers. Altha M. Jeffers, President Catherine A. Burke, Vice President Olga V. Johnson, Secretary Maude A. Stone, Treasurer Buena Nelson, Sergeant-at-Arms Motto. Plan, then execute. Colors. Yale Blue and Cream. Flower. Carnation. Yell. Seven, seven, bread and leaven, We’re the class of naughty seven. M. and S., N. and C. We’re the Seniors, don’t you see? —29— Senior Alphabet. A—is for Allen with pretty pink cheek. Who has a beau every day in the week. B—is for the Burkes, Butter, and Bower, Who talk incessantly every hour. Baldwin and Barbour will surely reach heaven, For they always study ‘till half-past, eleven. C is for Conway, Cutting, Collier, and ( lark; Next year out in the world, they will make their mark. i) is for Davidson, Dolson, Durnford, and Drummey, Who look at everything from the standpoint of money. L—stands for cat, fudge when you can, Then let the Juniors lick the pan. F -is for Fridley, Fitzpatrick, and fame; They are the ones who always die game. G—is for Griffin, as green as grass, Who’s always smiling at some pretty lass. H —is for Harrington, Heisey, and Hutton; Oh, they’re so fond of dormitory mutton. I is for Indian, the Seniors’ pet name, C. J. receives thanks for giving the same. J—is for Jenkins, Jeffers, Johnson, and jays; With brilliancy they their teachers amaze. K —is for Kuntz, the place to go When you’re tired and hungry and have the “dough.’’ L—is for Lida, the Lawrences two, The nicest girls we ever knew. M—is for McNamara, we’re glad she is here; For she is the only one Ezra called “dear.” —30— N—is for Nelson and Norville, too, But Buena says, “That never will do.” 0 is for Oliver, who can both play and sing; With her sweet music she makes the hall ring. P—is for Poindexter, Preston, and park; What is the charm that won Mr. Clark ? Q is for Quiz, the teachers’ delight. Oh, how we cram and cram all night. R —is for ’ Rithmetic ’ Rithmetic class; Oh, poor dummies, why didn’t you pass? S—is for Showers, the Slocums, Schroeder, and Stone; For all wicked deeds, they must atone. T—is for Teachers, with heads held high; That you are swell we can’t deny. U—is for Unfortunate, poor victims are they; Who came to this Normal, hoping to stay. V—stands for Vanity. Who has the most? Look at the Juniors and see them boast. W—is for Wilson, Wells, and work; We know these two will never shirk. X—is for Xercise, with us a rare thing; The reason—the Faculty hold the string. Y—is for Youngsters, a few have we; If you don’t believe it, look at Mabel Malee. Z—is for Zero—that’s when we flunk; If you get very many, just pack up your “junk.” —31— Junior Class. First Row. Mildred Neglby. Barbara IIeeb, Laura C. Maynard. Second Row. Myrtle I. Senior, Julia L. Morrell, Margaret O’Brien, Myrtle M. Templeton, Bessie Fowler, May M. Busch, Ruth Ward. Anna I. Devine, Fern Clark, Mabel Sblway, Alice Russell. Third Row. Clara G. Marcille, Zay Corson, Myrtle D. Sauerbier, Mrs. Catherine C. Griffin, Edith E. Kennedy, Maude VcWethy, Hazel C. Kennedy, Edna C. Anderson, Mary Bennett, Laura Maxwell, Ada Wilcox. Fourth Row. Katherine Sullivan, Cassie Wright. Helen Laird, Violet Hughes, J. Ward Swain, Rosa O. Mayers, Eleanor L. Poindexter, Edith L. Maynard, Helen de L. Mayger. Fifth Row. Maude Bronson, Fannie Torreyson, Rosa A. Wesch, Maude C. Griffin, Alma T. Morse, Edith Noyes, Lillyan Adams, Leila Hunter. Junior Class Organization. Colors. Navy blue and scarlet. Flower. Sweet Pea. Officers. President,............................................. Babrara Heeb Vice President, - Eleanor Poindexter Secretary and Treasurer,.................................Ward Swain Sergeant at Arms,......................................Hazel Kennedy Class Yell. Sippa Zappa! Sippa Zappa! Sippa Zappa Zo! Normal Juniors are not slow! Motto. By courage, not by craft. —35— Junior Class History. Adams, Lillian Past—A heart smasher. Present -Attending Club Dances. Future— Housekeeper. Anderson, Edna Past -Met Ray Noyes. Present—Loves Ray Noyes. Future—Mrs. Ray Noyes. Bennett, Mary Past—A lover of epic poetry. Present—Studying life of “Homer.” Future—Always Bennett. Bronson, Maud Past—Noted for good lungs. Present—High, squeaky voice. Future—Tenor singer. Busch, May Past—Silent, but forceful. Present—Wrestling with Chem. Future—Mustn’t tell. Past Perfect—Five A. M., arriving from Butte. Chapman, Will Past—A most popular boy. Present—Editor-in-chief of The Monmal. Future—Hopeful. Clark, Fern Past—Admirer of birds (Dawes and Martins). Present—Thinks only of her lessons. Future—Rather unsettled. Corson, Zay Past-Little, but mighty. Present—Writing love stories. Future—High school teacher. Past Perfect—Admirer of Carroll’s. —36— Davis, Merle Past—Just finished speech at English club. Present—Making study of heart. Future—Needs a chaperone. Devine, Anna Past—Divine by name, but not by nature. Present—Man-hater. Future—Trig, teacher in M. N. C. Eaton, Pearl Past—Was found eat’n. Present—Is still eat’n. Future—Will always be eat’n. Fowler, Bessie Past—Planning to attend Normal. Present—Working logarithms. Future—Thinking of James. Griffin, Mrs. Catherine Past—U nknown. Present—Quiet and studious. Future—Unknown. Griffin, Maude Past—At the Normal. Present—At the Normal. Future—At the Normal. Heeb, Barbara Past—Unknown. Present—Chasing “Shadows.’ Future—A teacher unless------. Hughes, Violet Past—U nknown. Present—Engaged in-------. Future Perfect—Impossible. Hunter, Leila Past—Home girl. Present—Normal girl. Future—Somebody else’s girl. Kennedy, Edith Past—Kindergarten teacher. Present—Absorbing all English and History. Future—Teacher in English or History. —37— Kennedy, Hazel Past -Slams. Present—Slams. Future—SLAMS!! Marceile, Clara Past—(?) Present—Roller skating (nit). Future—Still rolling. Mayers, Rose Past—Liked “August.” Present—Likes Butter. Future—Either August or Butter. Maygbr, Helen Past—-Declined “Rex.” Present—Driving “Tacks.” Future—Undecided. Maynard, Edith Past —Mr. Hanson. Present Charles. Future—Charlie. Maynard, Laura Past —A student at Wooster. Present—Preparing for a doctor. Future (Dr. R. Holgate). Maxwell, Lora Past Shining light G. C. H. S. Present—Might learn to love him. Future—Missionary— McWethy, Maud Past—A teacher. Present A student. Future A housekeeper. Morse, Alma Past House-party at Sheridan. Present Letters daily from Sheridan. Future—Residence in Sheridan. Morrell, Julia Past—Residence at Mrs. Branan’s. Present Residence at Dormitory. Future—Residence unknown. —38 Negley, Mildred Past—Took Chem. Present—Taking Chem. Future—Will take Chem. Noyes, Edith Past—Buggy rides with Fay Erwin. Present—W alks. F uture—U nknown. O’Brien, Maggie Past—In a convent. Present—Thinking about being a nun. Future—Mrs. Ben Butler. Poindexter, Eleanor Past—Proud. Present—Powder. Future—Prouder. Russel, Alice Past—Teacher. Present—Three hours a day on German. Future—Engaged to “Wait.” Past Perfect-At courthouse taking out naturalization papers Sauerbier, Myrtle Past—Sweeter than her name. Present—Digging on Trig. Future—T eacher. Selway, Mabel Past—Student at B. C. H. S. Present—“Oh! Those beautiful eyes!” Future—Hopes to get there. Senior, Myrtle Past—A high school student. Present—Employed in being sweet. Future—U nknown. Swain, Ward Past—A friend of Emma Thornton’s. Present—Editor of Savage. Future—Editor San Francisco Examiner. Templeton, Myrtle Past—A stenographer. Present—A student. Future—A teacher. —39— Torreyson, Fannie Past—Unknown. Present —Unknown. Future—U nknown. Ward, Ruth Past—! ! ! ? Present Flunking in Trig. (?) Future - -Heaven only knows. Wesch, Rose Past—Little and sweet. Present -Anxious about Willie. Future—“He loves me.” Wilcox, Ada Past We wonder. Present—At Badcon’s. Future—Hard to tell. Willard, Esther Past—Ex t ra ord inary. Present A brave junior. Future—An artist. Wright, Cassie Past—All hope. Present Reconciled to fate. Future—A teacher. Not Always Juniors. Out from Juniors into Seniors, Now had gone that jolly class; Skilled in all the craft of Robbins, Learned in all the lore of Clark, In all Junior sports and pastimes, In all goodly arts and labors. Swift of thought was every Junior; They could work a problem quickly, Sum up columns with such fleetness, That poor Fenner fell behind them. Strong and willing were the Juniors, Strong as Shoudy with his hammer; They could pound ten nails a minute, Drive them all so straight and even, That the whole school gazed in wonder. Patiently sat every Junior, Listening to Dr. Swain’s instruction; In deep thought they sat and listened, Uttered neither grunt nor groan, But their hearts beat fast within them, Thinking of the lengthy lesson. Most beloved by all the Juniors, Was the gentle Mr. Luce; He the best of all musicians, He the sweetest of all singers; When he played the Juniors listened, All the Juniors gathered round him; Now he stirred their souls to passion, Now he melted them to pity. Thus departed these good Juniors, Juniors into Seniors gone; In the glory of their last year, In the hopes that grow each hour, To the regions of the noblest Of the Seniors gone before, To the realms of the most learned; To the kingdom of the wise, Soon to be upon life’s ocean, Fit to battle with the tide. —41— Sophomore Cla ss. First Row. Edna Ketchum, Jos. Carroll, Emma Johnson, Thos. Clapp, Theo Smith. Second Row. Anna Larson. Georgia Stuart, Jessie Brown, Marie Lamont. Third Row. Alice Kilner, Hannah Bro. Sophomore Class Organization. Officers. President,............................. Vice President, - - - - Secretary and Treasurer, Class Motto. Medias in res. Class Colors. Gold and white Class Flower. Joseph Carroll Anna Larson - Edna Kbtchum Golden Glow. Freshman Class. First Row. Anna Hagen, Edna McConnell, Ethel Dauterman, Lillian DeAtley. Clara Cannon. Second Row. Dorcia Vance, Grace Johnson, Bessie Storey. Inez Harding, Gail Beuschlein. Lucy Barter,'Elsie Jukkermbyer. Third Row. Ethel ’N’oble, Minnie Marsh, Erma Wegner, Berna Schroeder, Emily Brown, Agnes McMenamy, Lulu Rumbaugh. Freshman Class Organization. Colors. Xile Green and Maroon. Flower. Sweet Pea. Motto. Rowing, not floating. ()ne we come, a two we come, a three we come, a four, We’re the bunch so we are, that make the Juniors sore. With the Seniors we combine; We're the class of Naughty-nine. Yell. Officers. President, Vice President, Ethel Dauterman Gail Beuschlein Secretary and Treasurer, Bessie Storey Class Historian, Edna McConnell Sergeant-at-Arms, Dorcia Vance Mid-Summer Night's Dream, June 14, 1906. Tis evening. On the campus wide The students stroll, books cast aside. ’Tis time Preparatory class Some mind refreshment good should pass To friends upon the college green, VVho’ve come to see what’s to be seen. The lights glow bright against the wall, And silence settles over all, As forth from darkened blind and stair, Lithe figures dart and dance and scare The saddennig thought of parting day Which watchers feel not far away; And smiles and laughter gaily bring, And waft from fluttering fairy wing. Dream of Mid-summer night they give: In Elfin land they seem to live. The court’s amusement, the king’s harsh sway, The pangs and pain of love portray; The pleading maid, the lover bold, In words, in action there are told. Now Bottom comes with force to plan The hard, rough play of crude-work man. In voice full harsh, and garb full rough, Bold Bottom soon gives joy enough To make the list’ners quite forget Such scenes as these are not found yet. The flash of steel! A cry of pain! And all return to life again. The dream is o’er, the lights grow dim Each guest with cup filled to the brim Now goes his way. Thus ends the play, And back come thoughts of parting day; But life is better for the sight Of Shakespear’s play this bright June night. H. M. D. ’07. —50— Preparatory Class. Motto. Able and Willing. Yell. Ki! Ai! Zig! Zag! Zoom! Our class! Our class! Give us room. We are hummers out of sight. We preps, we preps—We’re all right. Colors. Red and White. Flower. Bitter Root. rHE MONMAL. The Monmal was first begun early in November when a numbei of students gathered together and elected the present editorial staff. Prof. Monroe gave a talk in General Assembly, and, so aided the work that on December fifteenth, the first copy was ready for the public. The magazine contains each month about thirty-two pages of material in the form of stories, poems and other matter written by the students. Next year it is to be hoped that each student will help, both financially and otherwise, to make the Monmal larger and better than ever before. THE MONMAL STAFF. William E. Chapman, ’OS, Eva H. Bower, 07. Mabel Barbour. ’07, Edith Noyes, ’OS, Anna Larson, ’09, Mattie Preston, ’07. Helen Mayger, ’OS. Gail Beuschlein, ’10. Thomas A. Clapp, ’09, Ward Swain, ’08, Editor in Chief Assistant Editor Literary Editor - Society Editor Musical and Club Editor - Local Editor - Exchange Editor Art Editor - Business Manager Subscription Manager —52— MONMAL EDITORIAL STAFF WILL CHAPMAN. MABEL BARBOUR HELEN MAYGER, EVA BOVVER. THOS A. CLAPP. MATTIE PRESTON. EDITH NOYES. GAIL BEUSCHLEIN. Organisations anb Social functions. —55— Zbe 3un(or Senfor Banquet. IT is customary for the Juniors to entertain the Seniors each year. This year the entertainment was a banquet to which the Faculty were also invited. It occurred Saturday evening, June fifteenth. The dining room was appropriately decorated for the occasion in the Senior class colors crimson and white. The tables were arranged in the form of a double cross and were made most beautiful with red and white, carnations, and smilax. The place cards bore the Senior insignia a mortar-board and sheepskin. Representatives ct the Sophomore and Freshman classes assisted in serving. Two series of toasts and responses were given, making the program as follows: “The Class of ’06” Miss Yin Burton, Dr. H. H. Swain. “The Faculty”—Miss Ruby Simpson, Miss Carson. “The Seniors and Sub-Seniors” Miss Louise Wilson, Miss Edna Schroeder. “The Juniors” Miss Lulu Atkins. “The Junior Boy” Miss Anna Sicora, Mr. Knapp. ‘‘The Sorority” Miss Sophia Showers, Miss Mary McMahon. “Our Matron”—Miss Ida Auerbach. “My Girls”—Mrs. Owsley. “Good Bye, God Bless You”—Dr. Bagley. S I was strolling through the streets of Dillon one lovely June even- ing, I heard peculiar moanings. Turning my footsteps in the direction from which the sounds came, I could distinguish them more clearly. There was a low moaning, then shrill cries which gradually died into the peculiar moaning. Before long, I saw a great fire whose flames shot high into the heavens. Around this fire, two bands of savage Indians, the Lemhi XTbe ipow Mow. —57— and Navajoes were dancing and uttering the strange noises I had heard in the distance. A large crowd of people were watching these Indians. 1 stepped up to a gentleman and asked him what all this meant. “Why, don’t you know that this is the night when the Seniors and Juniors of the Normal College smoke the pipe of peace?’’ he replied. “To-night all hatred between the two classes must die.” Curious to know what hatred could be between two classes in a Normal College, I remained. Soon the Indians stopped dancing and sat down around the fire. Then the Chief of the I emhi arose and with a loud voice told of the great deeds of his tribe. He also told of the hatred which had existed between his tribe and the Navajoes, but which must all die this night. The Chief of the Navajoes rose up, and in a low clear voice told of the bravery of his tribe. He told all of the great deeds they had done and of the hatred they had borne the Lemhi, which should die to-night. After this both tribes smoked pipes together. The chiefs smoked the great pipe of peace and, as they smoked, peace filled their souls and smiles spread o’er their countenances. In a moment, both tribes were dancing again, and shouting for joy. They danced ’till the flames were low and then they disappeared. Senior 0 la . Normal Hall, Dillon, Montana, June 22, 1906. Dear Mayme:— I WAS disappointed when I received your telegram that you could not 1 come to spend commencement week with me, but I know it was also a great disappointment for you, so I’ll attempt to tell you about “The Little Tycoon” a comic opera of three acts, that the Seniors gave in the opera house last night. It was a darling little love story, to which the music added an especial charm. Since you know all the girls, I will tell you the part each one took. Mamsie McMahon made quite an imposing general and Mayme Kerrigan was a very cunning lover, there were more ways than one for him to outwit the general. Anna Sicora, as Rufus Ready, was a friend indeed and always in need. Marcia Thornton as Lord Dolphin with his “Oh! Ah!” was far too meek to ever make an impression, but Lulu Atkins as Teddy was the dearest little Irish boy imaginable. Lord Dolphin and Teddy made quite a hit with their little song: “Heel and toe, heel and toe, We always go together. Rain or shine, rain or shine, We never mind the weather.” —58—■ All the girls have been either singing or humming it ever since last night. Both Minnie Beuschlein and Mary Keifer made dandy custom house oflicers, but when the Auerbach girls appeared on the stage as footmen, people had to rub their eyes to find out whether or not they were seeing double. Verena Lindfors made a very charming chaperon, a little too charming in fact. Ruby Simpson as Dolly Dimple was a typical school girl, while Elizabeth Snook as Lady Dolphin possessed the power that Lord Dolphin lacked. Yin Burton as Violet was dear enough for any man to make a fuss over and her singing was fine. The story ran something like this: In act 1, Gen. Knickerbocker, Violet, Alvin Barry, Lord Dolphin, Miss Hurricane and a large company of tourists were on board a steamer, returning from Europe. The General had locked Violet up because she had refused to marry Lord Dolphin, but the tourists, being in sympathy with Violet and Alvin, planned an elopement for them. Just as the steamer reached port, however, Alvin was accused of smuggling and thus the plans were spoiled, in act II, Alvin, disguised as Lord Dolphin, managed to call on Violet at the same time as the real Lord Dolphin called. To settle the matter, the general had to resort to drawing lots. Of course, Violet managed to have Alvin draw the longer lot and the real Lord Dolphin was turned out. The general found out his mistake, however, and succeeded in correcting it. The tourist maidens and college tourists again came to Violet’s assistance in act III. Sham, the great Tycoon, came to pay her a visit, so Alvin, as Sham, and the tourists as his followers were royally entertained at the general’s home. The general sang for them; but as he was unable to respond to the encore, he promised to grant any other request that Sham would make. Sham, of course, asked for Violet’s hand and the general, thinking it a great honor, gave her to the great Tycoon, in spite of Lord Dolphin. Alvin then threw off his disguise and the general, outwitted again, consented to the marriage. It was quite exciting and knowing the actors made it more so. The girls looked fine in their stage costumes; the play, as a whole, was quite a success. I am anxious to see the pow-wow to-morrow night, but must draw this to a close and do some studying if 1 intend to go. Write at once so I shall know whether or not to wait in Butte for you. Lovingly. May. R. A. W. —59— Iballoween. Next Wednesday night is Halloween Faculty and comrades of M. X. C.! So at the dorm may you be seen, To join us in our gayety. So leave your work and every book, Transform yourself into a spook. Or if you wish, a goblin be, A jolly wunk or squigge-cumsquee. And so at seven’s witching hour, Be sure you’ve joined our goblin ranks; For you will feel the witches’ power, And help us in our freakish pranks. So there’s a welcome for every one, From the Seniors at the door, If you forget and fail to come, Twenty-three to you for evermore. Mrs. Owsley and the Seniors. H)ounQ titHomen's Christian Hsssociation. THE Young Women’s Christian Association sent Miss Slocum, Miss Baldwin and Miss Kilner as delegates to the State Convention at Missoula in November, 1906. OFFICERS OF THE ASSOCIATION. President,......................................- Olga Johnson Vice President.....................................Lavina Slocum Secretary. - Clara Cannon Treasurer...........................................Alice Kilner —60— Cbe German Club. IN the early part of the year, the German classes organized into a club, under the supervision of Miss Thormyer. The chief aim of the club is to become familiar with German songs. Every Wednesday afternoon, the club meets in the tower room and an hour is spent in learning the beauty of German songs. IRappa Zcta flu Society. CHARTER OFFICERS. .....................Martha Scott .....................- Alice Fogarty .................Ella North .....................Marie Carter .................Edith Lavigne .....................Belva Brewer ........................Echo Templeton President, Vice President, Secretary, Treasurer, Historian, Critic, Sergeant, —61— OFFICERS OF 1905-06. President. Vice President. Secretary. . -Treasurer. Historian. Critic. Sergeant. President. Vice President. -Secretary. Treasurer. -Historian. Critic. Sergeant. Mary McMahon - Anna Sicora Minnie Beuschlein Elizabeth Snook - Minnie Streit Marcia Thornton Mary Keifer OFFICERS OF 1906-07 .........................Ora Conway • - - Helln Cutting .....................- Olga Johnson .....................Ethel Hutton ..........................Maud Stone ....................Lavina Slocum .......................Emily Slocum followers of the (Sieam. SIX Seniors, feeling the need of a better acquaintance with our American poetry, consulted with Miss Carson and decided to form a club. Every Tuesday evening we meet with Miss Carson in her cosy room and for an hour discuss and study poems from two or three authors. We are getting acquainted with present day writers. William Vaughn Moody, Richard Hovey, Richard Waston Gilder, and Louise . Imogen Guiney are beginning to seem like old friends, while with Frank Dempster Sherman, Henry Cuyler Bunner, Edwin Markham, and John Vance Cheney, we are in the process of acquanitance. Of real life works and responsibility, we are only beginners. The following from “A Road Hymn For the Start,” embodies the sentiment of our organization.: “Careless where our face is set, Let us take the open way. What we are no tongue has told us: Errand goers who forget? Soldiers heedless of their harry? Pilgrim people gone astray? We have heard a voice cry ‘Wander!’ That was all we heard it say. Ask no more: Tis much, ’tis much: Down the road the day-star calls; God, who gives the bird its anguish, maketh nothing manifest. But upon our lifted foreheads pours the boon of of endless quest.” —62— MUSIC. —63—- Frist Prize Song, Lively. THE ORANGE AND BLACK. Words Music H. M. D. ’07 j The Or - ange ami Black! Prouii-ly they wave, Oer m u m hearts that arc loy-al and hearts that are brave! They stand for a coll-ege with aim tried and true: They f; L g I j’‘-J J J 1 stand for a pro-pie with great work to do: Not those who will ar - gue, nor those who will preach,But ft- those who de-si - re the young-er to teach , For 1 r r i1 JE Cs those who will boost, but will ncv-er pull back. Rah! T k-L-; s c-Q- f,- J ft ea Rahifor our col-ors the O.r-ange and Black! WAITCN PROCESS CHICAGO —64— Second Prize Song NORMAL ALMA MATER. W hen o’er thy mountains, great Montana, twilight falls, Bringing its silence to the Normal Halls, Love for Alma Mater in each loyal bosom swells, And the heart, outpouring, of her wisdom tells. Normal, Alma Mater, greatest theme of every song, Normal, Alma Mater, may we praise thee long. Far from thy shelter, Normal, many yearly roam, Yet they are thinking of their college home, And their thoughts are ever of the love they cherish still. All do sing thy praises, as they always will. Normal, Alma Mater, greatest theme of every song, Normal, Alma Mater, may we praise thee long. Third Prize Song i You may talk about your Normals, And universities so fine, And institutes of learning, That are classed along this line; But no university or Normal In all this wide, wide West, Can beat our dear old Normal Which ranks among the best. Chorus. Then three cheers for the dear old Normal; Three cheers for its faculty, too; Three cheers for its jolly students, Wrho always dare and do. May its fame spread o’er this wide world. May its glory never wane; Three cheers for the dear old Normal, Three cheers for the dear old name. II Our Montana Normal College, In this valley of the west, May proudly float its colors Among the very best; And no other Normal college That in colors never lack, Can boast their college colors Above our Orange and Black. The School of Music. DURING the two years of its history, our school of music has accomplished a great deal for which we are indebted to the directors, Prof, and Mrs. E. S. Luce. The instruction includes voice culture, lessons on various instruments, and courses in the theory of music. There are at present about one hundred students enrolled, a decided increase over seventy of last year. Two new pianos have been added this year to the equipment. Besides the private pupils, the school maintains a number of clubs, the Normal orchestra, the mandolin and guitar club, the ladies’ quartette, and the Senior and the Junior music classes. Private recitals are given at intervals; and several public concerts have been given in the college assembly hall during the year. Easter Concert. EASTER concert given by the School of Music, April 14, 1906. The program was as follows: Duet “Over Hill and Dale,”Mendelssohn....Misses Barbour and Smith Piano Solo—“Song of the Swan,” Blumenburg... Miss Muriel Geary Vocal Solos—(a) “Castles in the Air,” Scotch. (b) “The Sandman,” Nevin...............Miss Lamont Piano Solo—Paraphrase Old Hundred, Rive-King................. ..................................... Miss Lizzie Sutherland Concert Yalse—“In the Twilight,” Weber.. Mandolin and Guitar Club Vocal Solo—“The Bobolink,” Bischoff................Miss Dumford Chorus—(a) “Evening Bells,” Perkining (b) “Little Boy Blue,”.....................Junior Class Piano Solo—“Harp Estienne,” Kruger..........Miss Bertha Freeman Clarinet Solo—“Flower Song,” Lange............Mr. Arthur Graeter • Orchestra—(a) “Floral Dance,” Lange (b) “Amore del Cuor,”Moszkowski....Normal Orchestra Piano Solo Transcription, “Alice” Ascher........Miss Grace Adams Vocal Solo—(a) “Daddy,” Behrend (b)“The Dandelion,” Protheroe......Miss Yinnie Burton Violin Solo—“Air Varie,” Dancla............................Miss Rife Chorus—“Twilight,” Abt................Senior and Junior Classes NORMAL ORCHESTRA. MANDOLIN AND GUITAR CLUB. Second Annual Commencement Concert. Given by the School of Music, June 20, 1907. PROGRAM. Piano Solo—“Charge of the Uhlans,” Bohm—Misses Vera Smith, Mabel Barbour, Grace Adams, Mabel Brock, Mabel Phillips, Hazel McDonald. Vocal Solo—“Asthore,” Trotere............William E. Chapman Chorus—(a) “Happy Maidens,” Mendelssohn (b) “Hark, the Merry Elves,”—Normal Chorus of Sixty Voice? Piano—“Printemps Mazurka,” Gottschalk—Miss Lizzie Sutherland Vocal Solo—“Springtime,” Ardita...............Miss Dumford Orchestra Overture—“Jolly Robbers,” Suppe—Normal Orchestra, Pianists—Misses Poindexter, Durnford, Oliver, Brock, Brandenburg and Harrington. Vocal Normal Male Quarteltte—“The Whippoorwill,” Westiman— Messrs. Chapman, Melton, Fogarty and Noyes. Piano—(a)“Buono Note,” Nevin (b) “Gondolier,” Neven.................Helen Mayger. Part Song by Vocal Students—“Twilight,” Gaynor—Obligato by Miss Innes. Orchestra—“Pizzicato Gavotte,” Latann.........String Orchestra Chorus—(a) “Peace to the Dreamer,”Phineberger (b) “Gliding O’er the Sea,” Phineberger—Normal Chorus Comet Solo—Comet Polka, Chambers.................Jardine Rife Vocal—(a) “He was a Prince,” Lynes (b) “Riding on a Load of Hay,” Birch—Miss Vinnie Burton Piano Solo—Polka De LaReine, Raff...........Miss Grace Adams Chorus—“Spring’s Awakening,” Moderati—Normal Chorus, Solo by Miss Dumford. Recital. Recital presented by The Ernest Gamble Concert Company, December 5, 1906. Mr. Ernest Gamble,............................Basso-cantante Miss Verna Page,........................... Violiniste Mr. Sam Lamberson,...................................Pianist PROGRAM. Aubinstein....................................Le Bal Waltze Mr. Sam Lamberson. Henri Vieutemps..............................Air Varie Opus 22 Miss Verna Page. Elliott............................Song of Hubias, the Cretan Mr. Ernest Gamble. Dvorak........................................(a) Humoresque Godard .......................................(b) En Courant Mr. Lamberson. Godard ...........................................(a) Canzonetta Schumann..........................................(b) Abenlied Bohm..............................................(c) Moto Perpetua Miss Page. Handel...........................(a) Aria from the ratorio“Sams” Clay (b) “The Sands o’ Dee.” Lohr ........................... (c) “The Little Irish Girl.” Mr. Gamble. Liszt ........................................... Polonaise No. 2 Mr. Lamberson. Rehfeld .................................Spanish Dance Miss Page. Charles-Camille Saint-Saens(a)‘‘Le Pas d’ Amies du roe Jean.” Korbay................. .. (b)‘4Shepherd, See Thy Horses’ Foaming.” Mr. Gamble. Normal Recital. THE students of the various departments of the School of Music trained by Prof. E. S. Luce and Mrs. E. S. Luce gave a Christmas concert, December 19, in the Assembly Hall. Prof. Luce led the orchestra, and the chorus of one hundred voices. The following program was rendered: Piano Trio “Marche Triumphale,” Saint-Saens— Misses Doores, Vance and McWethy. Piano Solo “Polacca Brilliante,” Weber.....Miss Lizzie Sutherland Orchestra Overture “The Belle,” Lavalee.......Normal Orchestra Piano Solo- (a) Au Matin, Godard (b) Minuet, Paderewski......... Miss Helen de Mayger Chorus “Blow, Soft Winds,” Oxenford..............Normal Chorus Cornet Sotlo “Arbuckleian.” Arbuckle..............Mr. Jardine Rife Double Quartette—“The Holy City,4 —Misses Dumford, Baker Bishop and Brown. Messrs. Chapman, Rife, William and Reed Featherly. Mandolin and Guitar—“Starlight Waltz,” Weber— Mandolin and Guitar Club. Vocal Solo—“Heart’s Chosen I lours,” Gottschalk—Miss Mignonia Dumford. Chorus (a) “Sweet, Tender Flower,” (From Daughter of Jairus.) (b) “The Nights,” Roberti..................Normal Chorus Piano Solo (a) Serenade, Chaminade (b) Air du Ballet, Chaminade........Miss Grace Adams Quartette “The Goblins,” Parks Normal Lady Quartette, Misses Dumford, Collier, Oliver and Brown. Orchestra “Fantasia,” The Chameleon,” Bennett— Normal Orchestra Vocal Solo “Without Thee,” Iiardelot............Miss Jean Bishop Chorus—“Twilight,” Abt..............................Normal Chorus —70— MIS DURNFORD, MISS COLLIER, MISS OLIVER, MISS BROWN. NORMAL LADIES’ QUARTETTE. MR. FOGARTY, MR. CHAPMAN, MR. MELTON, MR. NOYES. MALE QUARTETTE, 190G. —71— ATHLETICS THE MEET. ON the ninth of June, nineteen hundred six, the M. N. C., held its first field day. Three prizes were offered, a gold medal by Albert Stamm, and two silver medals by Iluber Brothers. A large crowd witnessed the events, which were hotly contested. The most exciting event of the day was the one hundred yard dash. In the first heat, Walter Poindexter was first, time, eleven seconds, with Melton and Chapman tying for second place. A second contest also resulted in a tie, with the time reduced to ten and four-fifths seconds. The tie was finally settled by each contestant receiving two points. The fifty yard dash was one of the closest races of the day, all the men breasting the tape at almost the same time. The time, five and four-fifths for fifty yards, is considered very good time. The gold medal was won by Poindexter, with a total of thirty-three points, Melton taking second, with twenty-two, and Chapman third, with sixteen. The events were as follows, with the time and distances, taken from the official record: Fifty-yard dash—Time, five and four-fifths seconds: Melton first, Chapman second, Fogarty third. Hammer throw, 10-pound hammer—Poindexter, 86.5 ft; Knapp, 72.9 ft ; Hanson, 70.4 ft. Sixty-five-yard dash—Time, seven and two-fifths seconds. Melton first; Poindexter second; Chapman third. Standing high jump, 4 feet one inch Poindexter, 4 ft, 1 in;Chapman, 4 ft; Fogarty, 3 ft, 11 inches. Baseball throw, 269 feet Norville, 269 feet; Hanson, 258 feet; Knapp, 242 feet. Standing broad jump, 9 feet, 2y inches— Poindexter, 9 feet, 2% inches; Melton, 8 feet, 7y2 inches;Chapman, 8 feet y inches. Running broad jump, 17 feet, 11.5 inches—Poindexter, 17 feet, 11.5 inches; Hanson, 17 feet, 2 inches; Melton, 16 feet, 9 inches. Triple leap, 35 feet, 9 inches—Poindexter, 35 feet, 9 inches; Melton, 34 feet, 11 inches; Norville, 33 feet, 2 inches. Hundred-yard dash, 11 seconds—Poindexter first; Melton and Chapman tie for second place. Football punt, 123 feet, 3 inches against wind—Poindexter, 123 feet, 3 inches; Chapman, 101 feet, 6 inches; Arthur Fogarty, 96 feet. The following Tuesday at General Exercises, Prof. Robbins, Director of Athletics, presented the winners with the medals. W. E. C. ’08. —74— THE INDIAN CLUB CLUB. IT was announced in assembly that there would be Indian club practice in the gymnasium, and all who wished to join the class must go to the office and have their names taken down. On the appointed day Seniors, Juniors, Freshmen, and Preps, all gathered on the third floor to learn the art of swinging Indian clubs. Some joined for pleasure, some joined for the good they expected to get out of it, and some joined for, for, well you know who the instructor was. Four days out of the week the giils stood in rows trying hard to whirl Indian clubs, while our patient instructor calmly took our hands and showed us how to hold the club more gracefully. Hut at last we were able to hold and whirl the clubs without letting them fall to the floor with a heavy thud. In time our patient instructor began to smile again and look hopeful, and some other members of the faculty stopped to watch us. We learned how to make wind mills, and cradles, and whirl our clubs in almost any position, perfect time in every motion. When Spring came and the warm balmy days invited us out into their sunshine, the “Indian Club Club” decided to go on a“Go over the foot hills near town. When we left town a gentle breeze was blowing from the north, but that did not discourage us pleasure-seekers. We kept on going over the high bluffs and down the hills, stopping only now and then on the bank of the stream to rest. The gentle breeze began to blow harder until we had to borrow neckties and ribbons to tie our hats on with, but at last, after walking for miles and miles, we reached our destination, where in the shade of some sheltering rocks we ate our lunch. After lunch we were nearly choking for a drink, so we decided to go down to a nearby farm house and ask for a glass of water. After climbing fences and jumping ditches wc reached the house, where we were given a drink of water all around. We followed the railway back to town, walking the rails, singing songs, and playing jokes, until we forgot the cold north wind which blew full upon us. At last we were in town and in front of the bakery. Should we go by? Oh no, we were too nearly starved to drag our feet any farther, so there we sat in the back of the Bakery, a tired, dusty crowd, but still able to giggle. After the “Indian Club Club Go” we practiced out of doors once, but our audience was so large that we decided never again to leave the gymnasium for practice. Soon the weather became hot and sultry, the Indian club swingers lost interest and one warm day the “Indian Club Club’’ died of spring fever. E. N. ’08. —75— THE GO. THE GO. ONE tradition, or rather embryo tradition, of our college, is the annual picnic in the early part of October, the one day on which the entire school has an outing together. “The Go,” as it is called, seemed rather doubtful for a time this year, but when the day came almost everyone “took to the woods,” and had a real holiday in the most beautiful of the neighboring canyons, Sheep canyon. The day was one of the most perfect of autumnal days; clear unclouded sky, bright sunlight and a cooling breeze made the ride of twelve miles delightful. Transportation was furnished by “The Fac Wagon,” “Grub Wagon,” three hay racks, and a tally-ho, for the one hundred and fifty who ate dinner at the canyon. The crowd, after several exciting races and some narrow escapes from runaways, reached the picnic grounds, and could hardly wait for the lunch which Mrs. Owsley had furnished. Talk about eating! I low rapidly the three tubfuls of sandwiches disappeared and with them, the six gallons of coffee, not to mention cold meat, pork and beans, cake, plums, hard boiled eggs, pickles, and various other indigestibles! After dinner everyone climbed to the top of the surrounding hills or ascended the canyon to the “Rye Fateh” and the “Cabins,” After a five-o’clock lunch, the “Go”ers boarded “the ships of St.(ate)” and started home-ward. Alas! The Senior hayrack lost a wheel and the solemn Seniors were forced to walk the remaining mile into town, where they found that the others had serenaded the “pikers” and the members of the Faculty who did not attend the “Go.” The next day all were dead tired but they had the exalted feeling of those who have done their duty in building up one college tradition. —77— « % %tterar£. —79— nftcve 3ohes. r H girls, you’ll never guess what’s in my letter! Who’d ever have thot it! Of course, it cant’t be true! Or do you think that she’s been telling the truth all the time and we didn’t believe her? Just you listen: ‘Dear Jane: I am so happy, dear heart, so happy! We are mar- ried and are now on our way to San Francisco on our wedding trip. You wouldn’t believe me when I told you I was going to lead Fred to the altar, would you? It was really funny to tell you (who are usually so ravenous for news) the truth, and not have you believe me. Perhaps you didn’t suppose your poor roommate could think of anything except her studies. No more studies for me! Hurrah! I'm writing this on the train. Fred has gone into the smoker. We are coming back thru Dillon about a month from now. I shall get the rest of my things then, but if they get too troublesome, pack them up. You may have my ticket to the High School play. It’s in the table drawer, somewhere. Don’t get lost looking for it. Yours forever, as ever, Edna M. R.’ Jane’s soft voice broke and fluttered hopelessly as she read the letter to Bess and Patty. “Edna M. R.”! she stormed, “Oh, I hate the sound of it! Why did she do it? I don’t believe her, anyway. She likes Fred, but I know she wouldn’t marry him. She told me she was going to Dell to visit Alice for a couple of days. Oh, the deceitful thing! Girls, what shall I do?” Jane stood looking at the letter, turning it over many times, searching for a postscript assuring her that Edna’s marriage was only a joke. Then the comers of her mouth, those comers which in Jane’s college history had never been turned down both at once, drooped, and throwing the letter from her, she tumbled on to the bed with a wild howl that seemed a caricature of grief. Both Bess and Patty laughed at the sight of the limp bundle, composed largely of a gay, red kimono, heaving, altho they knew how true Jane’s grief was. “Well,” said Patty, in her drawling way, placing the physiology book upon the table carefully, and deliberately rocking to and fro, “if I were a little girl with black eyes and attractive blue hair—I beg your pardon for I meant well, I assure you—I’d not cry and I’d not have a fit over it. They’re in such poor taste! Cheer up! Come, show your dimples! Just think of the postals she’ll send you; perhaps some of those cute mission church postals. That’s right! Bess, didn’t that sob sound less tempestuous? Don’t you remember the twinkle in her eyes whenever she mentioned her approaching nuptials —80— and how she recited ‘Encouragements to a Lover’ incessantly? She’s playing a joke on us. Edna M, (or Edna M. R.) is deceiving us. At this very minute she is laughing in her sleeve in Dell, I’ll bet you a nickel, tho at present I don’t possess that much. How many agree?” Jane raised her tearv countenance, gave a watery, wavering smile, then plunged her head into the pillows again. “Something, I know not what it is, convinces me that Edna is truthful,” she muttered between her sobs. “Bess,” raising her head again, her pretty mouth curving into a pleading bow, “do you think she’s married?” “Of course, I do,” laughed Bess, chuckling, as Jane’s face again disappeared. The three girls were silent for a moment. Then Bess sprang to her feet, scattering the books in every direction. “Oh, Jane! Look up, honey! When did she say she was coming home? Not in the letter, but before she left?” “I don’t know,” said Jane slowly, as she sat up. “She said she’d come back Sunday night. Do you think “Never do such a thing,” laughed Bess, pulling Jane’s hair, chucking her under the chin, and playing distracting little tunes up and down her ribs, all in a whilrwind of action. “Cheer up! She’ll be home Sunday night sure as sure as pop! We have a test ach mein it’s a final, in neurology Monday. She’ll be home Sunday. Oh, girls, Patty, Jane, I'll tell you what we’ll do! Promise me you’ll do it? Promise?” At the first symptoms of a plot, Jane’s tears vanished, and Patty’s face beamed. The three girls, chattering and giggling, bent their three heads together, and speaking in whispers, so the wicked one. who was a thousand miles away, would not hear, plotted aginst her peace of mind and safety of person, gleefully. Sunday evening, Bess and Patty and Jane, were at the depot in time for the S :4o train. Bess, who was the tallest, carried a big bundle; Patty held a bundle befitting her size; but Jane staggered along under a small parcel. “It’s not the size of the parcel that makes me stagger,” explained Jane, “it’s the size of the joke. Oh, girls, do you think she'll be mad?” Like a restless bird, Jane hopped upon the depot scales. “Do you think she’ll be very mad, girls?” entreated Jane, hugging her bundle. “Jane,” cried Patty sharply, for Patty’s temper was ruffled, “look out or you’ll spill that rice. Put your hat on straight and get off those scales. “Mad?” Bess interrupted, Oh, my! Won’t her brown eyes snap, and her hair stand on end? She won’t play jokes on us any more. Whoop! There’s the train!” Jane jumped up and down in ecstacy. “Oh, my,” she breathed, “we’ll be mad if she’s not there after all. If she’s really married, oh, I’ll cry right here. Girls, shall we pick him out now, or wait to see if —81— a better looking one gets off the train ?' ’ muttered Jane, as a fashionably dressed young man passed. “What’s that? Pick out Edna's husband? Let’s wait. Umph, Patty? Jump on the scales so we can see everybody when the train comes in. There it is! Ready, now to select the bride and groom!’’ The train swooped around the curve with a hoot of derisive laughter; its red eye winked at the merry faces familiarly; every line of its jolly black face said “She’s here. She’s here!” It stopped with a wheezing chuckle. A fat man carrying two valises, fell from the train first ; then a short girj with a red face, descended. A tall, homely young man swung himself from the steps with the grace that shows athletic training. Bess gave a cry, but in the clamor that announced him Edna’s groom, the exclamation was unnoticed. Directly behind the young man, a girl descended. She was a tall girl with an erect slender figure and an alert manner. At the sight of her from three strong young throats came a yell: “Edna M! Edna M! You’re all right! Edna R! Edna R! But your husband is a fright!” Edna gave a start, and stared blankly about her. The next moment three forms, like dancing imps, had separated the bewildered young man and the enraged Edna M. from the rest of the crowd on the platform, and were pelting them with rice. How those pellets of rice did sting in that blinding storm of artificial hail. They rattled upon the side of the car; they whistled; they sang in glee as they struck the faces of the victims like tiny poisoned arrows. With a gasp, Edna M. tried to dodge the tempest and run. She was forced back, however, and moreover into the young man’s arms. The young man gave a bewildered grin, then accepting the good that the gods had provided, hugged the royally enraged Edna M. close to him, and hid his tortured face on her shoulder. The three girls chuckled. “It’s like a picture,’’ laughed Jane. “Edna, you deceitful thing-------Oh, I know I’ll die laughing------- Don’t they look loving?” “Allow me,” drawled Patty, gently loosening the bewildered voung man’s hand from its firm clasp about the angry young woman’s drooping shoulders, “allow me to congratulate you, Mr. ah—ah, upon obtaining the hand of our dear friend, Edna Masters Forth, in marriage. She is one among a million. She has a frightful temper—” The young man raised his bewildered young face. Instead of releasing the dear friend his clasp perceptibly tightened, to the accompaniment of Jane’s groan. He looked down at the face of the girl in his arms, then at the little group near them, then a smile curved his sweet, strong mouth. “How’ do, Sis,” he nodded to Bess, “didn’t expect to see you here to meet me. Introduce me, please.” —82— Bess turned to her friends with a smile. “Miss Erhert, Mr. PC ye. Miss Reid, Mr. Nye. Joe, dear, these are Patty and Jane, whom I wrote so much about.” “Well,” said Mr. Nye, still hugging Edna M. in a disgraceful manner, so Jane said, “your dear friend Edna Masters Forth, who is one among a million and who has a frightful temper, so tis said, has consented to change her name, not ten minutes since, to Edna Masters Forth Nye. Bess, dear old sis, here is your sister-in-law-to-be.’ The happy Edna was hugged close to Bess’s warm heart. Patty gave one comprehensive glance at the smiling young man, brushing rice from his hat, and the smiling, yet tearful, Edna, weeping mildly.on Bess’s shoulder; then she clapped her hands together like a mad girl. Jane, with a groan of acknowledged defeat and sorrowing resignation, sank down upon the scales. “Cheer up!” laughed Patty, still making little jumps, “We’ll have some fun out of old Edna M. yet. Oh, Edna, may we be bridesmaids? You couldn’t find better looking ones in Montana. Jane, don’t you see how funny you are, mourning at this fresh, new, sweet love-scene?” Jane sobbed. L. W. ’07. Commencement. Fellow students and kind teachers, When we meet to say farewell. Feelings, then, will throb each bosom. Deeper far than tongue can tell. But affection’s tie, that binds us, Ever proving firm and true, Will each year through life remind us Of this fond, but sad adieu. Loving teachers, we shall miss you As the weeks then come and go. We shall miss your •words of wisdom, And your smiles, that cheer us so. Other lips may then instruct us; Other minds be fed by you. May our Heavenly Father guide you In the work you daily do. —83— Soon we part, but not forever. Only for a season, friends. Pure love, which naught can sever, Reaches on, and never ends. When we each have crossed the portal Between earth and boundless sky, We shall meet and be immortal In the future, “By and By.” S. W. ’07. temptation. COMMENCEMENT week had come at last. It brought joy to air the students of L--college, for soon they could lay aside their books and go home. Still, the Seniors wore a sad expression at times; parting from one’s dear college chums was not so very pleasant after all. And the Juniors, they must take all their finals, which meant hard study every night and they did so want to go to all the commencement exercises that week. Failure would be their lot, however, if they indulged, so they bravely put the idea of going to the exercises aside. Ella had studied with a will the first four days of the week. She had done her best in the examinations, but at dinner, she listened eagerly and with envy to some of the other Juniors, who had attended at least one of the exercises, relate the events of that certain evening. “When are you going, Ella?” asked one of the girls. “Oh, 1 have to study, girls. I am not bright enough to go to an entertainment in the evening and pass a couple of hard examinations the next day,” replied Ella seriously. “Squelched again by Miss Study, girls,” commented the other girl with a flourish of her hand. “Guess I’ll keep still.” Ella was silent during the rest of the meal. Immediately after dinner she went up to her room to think over the matter. “Well, why don’t you go tonight? It does not pay to study all the time,” whispered the little voice of the tempter in Ella. “Yes, but you might fail,” spoke up the good little voice. “Have you ever failed? Then don’t you stand a better show than the rest? One night won’t make a bit of difference,” replied the tempter’s voice. Ella yielded. She needed one night of pleasure; she had studied enough for one week. Ella forgot her studies amidst the flowers and music that evening. The other Juniors were perfectly lovely to her; on the whole it was the most enjoyable evening she had spent since she entered L-college. —84— All night long Ella received papers marked with a big red C; her study table was literally covered with them and always a little voice was saying, “Never mind, it does not pay to study.” Ella entered room 16 with trembling steps the next morning. She felt that she had no right in there; the rcx)m was intended only for students who studied for their examinations. The five minutes that the professor used in distributing the questions, seemed like an hour to Ella. When she finally received her slip she was so nervous that the questions appeared unfamiliar. She gradually collected her thoughts, however, and managed to answer a few of the questions in a half-way manner. “Oh, this last question! If I only knew which one of the two diagrams I have in mind, is the one he wants!” thought Ella. “And everything depends upon this question.” The air in the room was getting close. Ella put up the window. As she returned to her seat she hapj ened to glance at S ’s paper. There was the diagram! What a feeling of relief came over her. Now she was positive which one she had to draw. “Better fail than cheat,” said the little voice as she started to draw her diagram. “Must I fail just on that account?” thought Ella despairingly. “Honor first,” spoke up the little voice. The next day Ella did not appear at the dinner table. She sat up in her room, with a crumpled paper in her hand and tears in her eyes. Finally she arose. “Honor first,” she said as she lovingl) straightened out the crumpled paper and put it in the packet of papers marked A. R. W. ’08. XTbe IRomance of Xittlc flbalee anfc 1b. £. Did you ever hear of Hemmer T? Ah me! Who lived in the little town of D—, . With Malee! Oh, they melted the hearts Of the Swains in them parts: So lovely was Hemmer T, Ah me! So lovely was little Malee. Of lovers they had about two, Twould do; Since that was all they knew. They’re so few! From the oldest, on down —85— To the youngest, ’twas found, Both were calling on Hemmer T., Ah me! Both were calling on little Malee. But so modest was Ilemmcr T, Was she! That she would ’t walk on the lea, With he! Nor by waiting in the hall I le couldn’t catch her eyeball, So bashful was Ilcmmer T; Ah me! So bashful was little Malee. But one day W—r- did plea. Without fee! For its ’so much for looks they be, In D—! He asked some ladies to chaperone And follow a block or so, along, So that they might walk by themselves; The elves! So that they might walk by themselves. But these girls who seemed so quaint, (They hain’t!) Didn’t stop to powder or paint Or faint! For in the parlor (a great note), Sat the boys in overcoats That whole blessed afternoon. To see the moon! (?) That whole blessed afternoon. There’s a moral I think you know; (Talk low!) And one comfort, it’s not very slow, Oh no. That if boys the girls would see Mustn’t stay from dinner to tea; Flse Mrs. O. might think you made a short call On all! Else Mrs. O. might think you made a short call. R. W. ’08. —86— Hn Interrupteb jfubge H art . X7ELL, I’m glad that’s over with! Do we have anything in V V physiology tomorrow, Mary?” “No, Professor Bones forgot to give us a lesson. Isn’t it glorious? I’m hungry for fudge. Wish it wasn’t a study night.” “So am I! Say, Mary, I’ll tell you what we’ll do. You go and get the girls, and by that time I 'll have my Trig. Then we’ll have some fudge. I don’t care if it is a study night. Now trot!” “Scrumptious! Ha! Ha!” The fudge making was in progress, and the girls were having a glorious time. They had forgotten about study hours, and every few minutes, shrieks of laughter could be heard coming from their room. The matron walked by several times, and finally tapped gently on the door. A great scuffling followed. “Quick, girls, into the closet with the fudge! Peg, you get under the bed! Hurry! Come in! Oh—a —, good evening, Mrs. Owsley. Won’t you come in?” “Are you alone, young ladies? You were making enough noise for several girls. You have your lessons, I suppose.” “Oh, yes, we have our lessons. Won’t you sit down?” “Well, since you have nothing to do, I will. You need fresh air in here. I had no idea that this room was so close to the kitchen. They must be burning something.” The fudge in the closet was burning, and the girls were afraid to blow out the lamp, for fear of setting the clothes on fire. At last they decided to brave a lecture from the Matron. Jane tried the door. Oh horrors! Mrs. Owsley’s chair was against it. What should they do? The fudge burned on. “You might as well come out from under the bed, Miss Sinclaire. I see you,” remarked Mrs. Owsley, and a very red-faced Peggy emerged from under the bed. Mrs. Owsley rose to go. “Well, girls, I hope you enjoy the fudge. I think the girls in the closet need some fresh air. Good night!” R. M. ’08. —87— Development of an English Stubent Ht tbe fll . S. 1R. C. LARVA. dillon Mont sep 7—1905. Dear maw: Well maw I am here and I take this very first breathing spell to et you no I am alright and you can be very thankful that I am for I 1 never had such a time. I guess butte is a awful town and if wasnt for Hob I dont spose Id of ever got here cause where he got my ticket they was such a crowd and jam I never could of done it though they was lots of girls there elbowing the winda and to get where they wanted but Id of waited till the next day when they wasnt such a jam if Id of been them, cause I remembered you told me to be modest and not push myself forward. Well Hob put me on the train and they was a big crowd there but they was mostly girls so I didnt’ feel so scairt but they was some young men nice looking-- and them and some of the girls had a awful good time together laughing and talking—1 didnt no whether that was modest or not—was it! Any way 1 liked to watch them. Well we finally got to dillon and you never saw such a time as when that train got in. I guess the hole town was there to see it come and they crowded around the train so folks could hardly get off and they was some girls there to see the girls that come on the train I guess and some of them I no wasnt modest cause they just yelled “O there she is ” “Theres Nellie ” “Hello Ruby “Did Hellen come “ and all such! and the loudest talking and laughing you ever heard—it wasnt modest was it maw!—and ever girl that got off that train almost fell into some bodys arms and was kissed and then passed on to somebody else and I said to the man that helped me down “I dont want to be kissed please, cause maw read in the paper that diseases was sometimes caught by kissing folks”—and he just laughed some and said- “Alright sissy”—and so nobody kissed me. Well 1 was in a awful jam there and I held on tight to my pocket book with one hand and my grip with the other and if Id had another hand Id of straightened my hat with it. after awhile a man said— “Going to the dormitory” and I said—“Yes”—and he wanted to take my grip but I wouldnt let him cause you told me not to trust strange men so he said “Well go with them girls”—and some one said—“Yes come on”—so I trailed along after them but my! my grip got to heavy with all them books I brought from the deestrict school I thought my arm would break clean off before I got there. Well we finally got to the dormitory and I was took upstairs to a room that looked awful clean and had a pretty big rug on it and some chairs and a table and bureau and bed and its awful p:etty to look out of my window at the town. Well I took off my raps and went out in the hall —88— to see if I could find my way to the kitchen to wash my face before supper and I met a girl and she took me into a little room where they was some little spouts coming out of somewhere and she turned a big cork screw in one of them and some hot water come a rushing out of it and into a big wash pan that was sitting rite under it. And when I got through washing she pulled a chain and took a stopper right out of the bottom of the pan when I seen the water all a running out of it I said—“Laws a day! it’ll spoil this clean floor” but she just laughed and so I looked and there was a little tube going down and joining onto some more that run along the wall and I don’t no what come of it but nairy a drop went on the floor. I was so sprised I didnt no what to do and while I was thinking about it 1 heard a bell ring and a lot of folks going along the hall so I went to see what was happening and they went down stairs and down stairs and turned and twisted till after awhile they come to the supper room and maw it took me just a solid half hour to find my room again when supper was over. Well the next morning I went over to the college building to find out what I was to study and they was a crowd there too but not as big as the one at the depot or in butte. I guess 111 have to tell you about my studdies next time cause it will take lots of time and this is my last sheet of paper. Lots of things seems funny here but 1 spose I can get used to them. 1 asked a girl one day if they would put up stoves when it got cold and she said the radyaters kept the rooms warm and I didnt no what she meant but after awhile I found out she meant some things that stands in the comer of the r x)m and looks like a lot of iron loops fastened together and covered with paint. Xow maw they is no earthly place where you could make a fire in one of them and how they can keep the room warm is more than I can see. Well rite soon and tell me all about what you and paw and Hill arc doing and about fido and tabby and how Spotty gets along when I aint there. your loving Jane. p. s. Mrs. Owsley is awful nice to everybody. PUPA. Dillon., Mont., Dec., 1G, 1905. Dear Maw: 1 just got your letter, and am so glad, Spotty is better. I was so, worried, while he was sick, I didn’t know what to do. But I knew, you would take care of him, just as good, as ever you could. Maw, Miss Carson, one of my Teachers, she said, I didn’t use good English, but 1 told her, “Xo’m! We never talk it at home, cause we are, all, Missourians!’’ But I use lots more of punctuation marks, than I used to did, and don’t you think, it makes my letter look lots nicer? —89— Mister Monroe, my Geography Teacher, he is a awful, smart, man. I guess he knows ever thing. We, all, like him, lots. Doctor Swain, the President is one of my Teachers. It doesn’t seem to me, he can be a very, good, Doctor, or he wouldn’t be fooling away his time, a teaching school, cause Doctors charge such outlandish prices, he could get rich, quick, at that. Rut, he makes a good teacher, so, I guess, its all right. Mister Fenner! my Arithmetic Teacher! he isn’t like any, of the rest of the Teachers. He,— well Maw, the Preacher, he said we oughtnt never write no blue, letters back to the Home Folks, so, I guess, I won’t tell you any, thing about Mister Fenner. There is lots of bells, keeps ringing here, over at the College Building, for the classes to begin, and end, and all such things. They bothered me, some, at first. Somebody, the Janitor, I think, just presses a button, somewheres, and bells ring, all over the house. One day, it rung, a very long time, and, I asked somebody, Why it rung so long?, and, she said, She guessed, the Janitor had got to leaning up against the bell, and forgot to get away! I guess, the Janitor, is a very tired man My But I’m glad, it will soon be Christmas, so I can go home, and see You All, you, and Paw, and Bill, and Fido, and Spotty, and the dear little Pigs, and the hole Family. Your Loving, Daughter, Jane. IMAGO Dillon, Mont., Jan. 6, 1907. My dear Mother, I arrived safely Tuesday night and found the dormitory still half deserted. I presume the most of the girls were having too good a time to come back for just two days of school. I wonder what will be the result of their missing a few classes. Some of the teachers have a way of making people sorry when they miss classes unnecessarily. The girls who stayed at the dormitory during the holidays report having had a delightful time. I am glad they did, but I am more glad that I was not here to share it, for surely there is “no place like home,’’ especially at Chirstmas time. I had a very pleasant trip, returning. I saw Robert in Butte and had dinner with him up town. Remember to take care of yourself and do not work too hard while I am not there to look after you. Your loving daughter, Jane. E. D. ’08. —90— Zbc InM nation flbcetmg. IT was midnight. The wonted stillness of the library was broken by the rustling of leaves and the opening and closing of book-cases. All the denizens of the library were astir, from the Boston Transcript to the German treatises on mathematics. For this was the night appointed for the mass meeting of the books and periodicals to consider their wrongs. After considerable effort the Dial succeeded in making himself heard above the exchange of greetings between the books that always remain on the shelves and those that had just returned from a long sojourn on the English instructor’s window-seat and the students’ study tables. When he had called the meeting to order, the Arena raised some objections to the presence of the dictionaries from the president’s office and the English room on the ground of non-residence, and to that of the Inter-Mountain Educator as a novus homo. But he was silenced by Public Opinion, who pointed out that, since this gathering was not a body of delegates from different religious organizations met for the express purpose of promoting unity, it was not necessary to the success of the enterprise to exclude any one. Webster’s Dictionary was unanimously chosen chairman; for, although he had not much reputation for continuous discourse, he was known to be ready with a word for every occasion. A sharp contest among the various treatises on composition for the office of secretary resulted in the choice of Barrett Wendell. The Outlook was made sergeant-at-arms. The organization completed, the chairman called upon the Independent to state the object of the meeting. “Mr. Chairman, ladies and gentlemen,” began the Independent, “for a number of years we, the books and periodicals of this library, have suffered indignities and cruelties at the hands of the persons for whose benefit we are here. I will leave it to others to mention our grievances in detail. We have met tonight to discuss our injuries and to determine some way of putting an end to our wrongs. For years we have endured in silence. The time has come to act,” When the prolonged applause had died away, the chairman announced that it was now in order for individuals to state their wrongs or to offer suggestions. An embarrassing silence followed. It was one thing to pour out your grievances to your neighbor on the next shelf, or to breathe out threatenings and slaughter to your companions of the case, and quite another to arise in a formal meeting and declaim your woes or offer some practical remedy. At length, the Century Dictionary, a little piqued at the choice of chairman, since his voluminousness might have been granted precedence over Webster’s seniority, and eager to proclaim his importance, although his grievance was the slightest, arose, and addressing the chair with exaggerated politeness, began: “I wish to enter my complaint against the illogical order in which my volumes are left. It is exceedingly disturbing to the philosophic —91— calm befitting a scholarly work of reference to sit here hour after hour with my numbers distorted, with my A volume between M and X, S at my head, and I) consorting with Q. It is not only bewildering. It is humiliating. 1 wonder how a young lady of this institution would enjoy going about with a linen collar around her diminutive waist and a patent leather belt about her classic throat. If students are not disposed to return my volumes to the case in proper order, let them consult dictionaries of one volume ” he paused for effect, then added “or, since intellects too befuddled to arrange volumes alphabetically, are incapable of organizing knowledge obtained from them, pray why should such students consult any dictionary?” “The old boy got pretty hot, didn’t he?” whispered a newspaper, as the Century sat down; while the New International Cyclopedia, choking with rage, tried to find his voice. His agitation drew the attention of all to the volume Canada-Balsam next to Rice-Insects, and the ludicrous juxtaposition of Ethics to Philadelphia. But the En-cyclopeida Britannica with hereditary right of international interference checked the wrath of the infant compendium; and although his own volume XY was next to III, while XYII and XXI were standing upside down, he spoke quietly out of his great wisdom. “Do not be too harsh. The students mean no disrespect. They know no better.” “Know no better!” burst out the Century. “Don’t they know their alphabet?” “If they don’t know their A, B, C’s,” put in a newspaper, “how can they mind their P’s and Q’s?” But no one laughed, and it took all of the paper’s assurance to cover his embarrassment. Then the cultured voice of the magazine from Boston, the Atlantic, was heard: “I request the forbearance of my esteemed colleagues while I voice my protest against an indignity, which, while not identical with the affront that our distinguished Century Dictionary has met, manifests, nevertheless, certain by no means occult resemblances thereto. My native isolation has been violated, my sacred reserve broken, by the intrusion into my exclusive compartment of a parvenue periodical published not in Boston. To one reared in an atmosphere of culture, on intellectual heights, existence in a physical altitude with no intellectual atmosphere is almost insupportable. It is a slight compensation that I find myself almost exclusively in the hands of such members of the instructional corps of this institution as affix two capitals and one small letter to their names. But my suffering from the intrusion of a periodical from New York, a magazine that courts popular favor by illustrations, is unspeakable!” The Scribner grew red to his ears; for having the compartment just below the Atlantic in the periodical case, he was the most frequent intruder. The other New York magazines understood his discomfiture. The McClure tipped the Cosmopolitan a wink, while the —92— Century Magazine and the Harper gave the Scribner warm looks of sympathy. Then the Harper began to speak: “ If it were merely a matter of getting into the wrong box, I should make no complaint. Neither should I make violent protests about being left stranded on a table under a heap of newspapers. Not even having my new cover soiled and torn, and stripped from me would rouse me to desperate measures. But what I can not endure is having my pages defaced with pencilled marks and comments. I cannot understand why young ladies cannot read my stories without underscoring words or inserting names. To me it seems unpardonably silly.” “They do not think.” pleaded Felicia Dorothea Hemans. “Poor old Felishy!” ejaculated a newspaper, under his breath. “Is she on deck yet?” “Sie haben recht, gnadige Frau,” courteously breathed a ponderous German mathematical treatise. “Ach, diese Studenten!” and he shook his head sadly. “Zey tink not. Und warum nicht? Zey cannot tink. Der Herr Professor Fenner, he haf said it.” The oracle had spoken and was dumb. But now there came a voice from the corner where the works called standard seemed to be having a box-party. It was Thackeray who spoke. “If the accusations came from only the ephemeral literature, they would carry little weight.” “Ephemeral, indeed!” the Scribner, who had recovered his composure, muttered in the car of the Century. “Didn’t Thackeray first publish his stories as magazine serials?” “What happens to the current pcri xlicals is of little consequence,” continued Thackeray. “But when it comes to defacing the pages of standard works, of the English classics, when it comes to withdrawing and never returning one’s most treasured volume ” here his voice broke. “Some one stole his Vanity Fair,” explained Dickens to the new Jane Austen. “He’s never been the same since he lost Becky Sharp. She was rather an entertaining old girl.” Jane Austen shuddered and tightened her embrace around her new gray and gold volumes. “The representative of standard literature,” broke in the McClure, “certainly has a grievance. But he is mistaken if he thinks periodical literature has no kick coming on that score. If he has a notion that turning up at the end of the year shy your best fiction output wouldn’t jar------” All the rhetorics began to look uneasy, while the German lexicon went so far as to turn the pages of its English vocabulary for the German equivalents of the unknown terms. “The speaker will please restrict himself to words in present, national, and reputable use, avoiding vulgarisms, provincialisms, and colloquialisms,” said the chairman sternly. The newspapers chuckled. —93— “Queer old guy, Xoey Web,” whispered one. The McClure sat down. The periodicals had been having things too much their own way. The standard works were shocked at the frivolity. “It is my impression,’ said Gibbon’s Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, speaking with some severity, “that these grievances have been exaggerated. No student has ever purloined one of my volumes, or even so much as pencilled one of my pages.” “’Tis better to be read and marked Than never to be-------- began Holmes, but he was stopped by Lowell’s, “’Sh, Tennyson will hear you.” But here Oliver Goldsmith, who for sometime had been trying to get up courage to speak, Oliver Goldsmith, always the friend of those in distress, and lacking beauty of his own, always an admirer of it in others, encouraged by a voice from his own century, began: “Ladies and gentlemen, I have no complaint of my own to make. I have stood here on the shelves deserted like my own village, since there were any shelves to stand on. Only once has my repose been disturbed; the instructor in English tried to teach the Juniors the principles of comedy by means of‘She Stoops to Conquerthat in structor has since restricted her efforts with the Juniors to tragedy. But it is not of myself that I care to speak. Last fall there appeared on our shelves a handsome book, bound in red, with black designs and a gilt top, as beautiful a volume as one would care to see. My somber life was brightened by this radiant poetess. One day I missed her. Weeks later I saw resting on the top of a row of books opposite a dingy volume, misshapen, the leaves shrinking from the back, the comers bent. It was my poetess friend of the early fall. She seemed trying to hide herself behind her neighbors. Her black designs had been retraced with pencil, her brilliant cover sjx)tted, and to my sympathizing eyes she showed hideous pencil notes disfiguring the margins. That, to me, ladies and gentlemen, is the crowning disgrace of our library. How could anybody who loves a book, how could anybody intelligent enough to be trusted to read such a lxx)k, so mistreat one so beautiful?” “That is just where the error lies,” said the aged Encyclopedia Britannica. “These young people should not be permitted to read well-bound volumes. They should be compelled to use only cheap books with ugly bindings until they learn how to appreciate beautiful books.” “That’s the ticket,” shouted Mark Twain. “Make the children eat in the kitchen with the cook until they learn manners fit for the company of their parents at the table. Make the boy shoot with a wooden gun untibhe knows how to handle fire-arms.” “That idea is pedagogically false,” exclaimed a pedagogical journal. “Recent experiments have proved that training in one form of activity develops power in that form alone. Consequently, if a boy —94— exercises himself with a non-metallic weapon exclusively, he will never thereby develop power to manipulate a metallic “Aw, cut it out!” shouted a Montana newspaper. Don’t you know it was only a josh?” The journal looked around indignantly, but seeing smiles, and hearing half-stifled laughter, it subsided. Then Public Opinion, who had been consulting the Dial, took the floor. “It is time to bring our discussion to a point. We have listened to grievances. We have heard how the persons whose privilege it should be to respect and cherish us, on the contrary do us continual wrong. What are we going to do about it? Shall we still submit? Or shall we do our utmost to punish these vandals?” A burst of applause followed. Several sprang to their feet. The library resounded with confused exclamations. At length above all could be heard the feminine protest of the author of “The Cry of the Children.” “The students are so young,” she pleaded. “So young,” echoed her husband, with his finger on “The Blot on the ’Scutcheon.” “So young,” sighed the Inter-Mountain Educator sympathetically. “Yes, so young,” assented the Nation, “and therein lies the hope of the country. We are the property of the state. He who in youth injures public property for his own amusement, will in his old age be an adept in appropriating public property for his own use. ‘They are so young.’ By the time they have attained the age of responsibility they will be accomplished grafters. The country may congratulate itself on having in training in its institutions of learning persons to fill the places of the men now before the public.” Maria Edgeworth put in her plea. “This modern education overworks the students. They have no time even to put books into their places. They are too busy.” “Too busy! What a joke!” laughed the World’s Work. “Overworked!” Kipling’s laugh responded. ‘“And all for the joy of the working!”’he chanted. “Stevenson, don’t you wish you had had their lungs?” “I wish I had their stomachs,” growled dyspeptic Carlyle. Then all became silent, for Tennyson, the master, the lover of books, began to speak. “Let us not be harsh in our judgments of those who mistreat us. What has been said in their favor is true. They are young, with the thoughtlessness of youth. They are here to be trained. Whose fault is it that they have not been taught to love books? This college has one instructor whose duty it is to inculcate by precept and example this love. Why has she failed? Has she no love for books? Or is her personality too weak to influence students? Let us not blame these young people for misplaced volumes; for disfigured pages; for marred and soiled bindings. Let us fix the responsibility for this dis- —95— grace where it belongs, on the professor of English.” ‘‘Mr. Chairman,” Public Opinion again had the floor, “I move that a committee be appointed to draw up resolutions censuring the professor of English in this institution.” ‘‘Hit 'em again!” roared the newspapers. They had their own quarrel with that instructor; they knew her opinion of journalistic English. The Nation gave a ready second to the motion. It was the work of a few moments for the committee consisting of Public Opinion, The Nation, and Thackeray—Tennyson had declined to serve—to draw up the resolutions, which were adopted by a unanimous vote. On motion of the Dial the meeting adjourned, and quiet again settled on the library, well-earned repose, so thought the books, deluding themselves like human mortals, with the belief that by their indignation meeting something had been accomplished. Me Senfc JJ)ou jfovtb to Serve. Read at the Senior-Junior Banquet, 10(H). You have finished the course, you have read the books. You have had your fling at the game. And the hours you’ve worked and the hours you’ve shirked Are nothing now but a name; You have played your part from the very start With vigor and vim and nerve;— We set you free on the open sea— We send you forth—to serve. You have delved in the store of ancient lore, You have drunk of the mystic draught, You have crammed your brains with what pertains To the art of a noble craft; While life loomed big it was yours to dig To the limit of brain and nerve. You’ve seen it through; the coin rings true— And we send you forth to serve. You have lived, you have learned, you have laughed forsooth You have had your share of the fun-The hours you’ve boned and the hours you’ve groaned And the merry race you’ve run; But through it all from the one clear call You will not sway nor swerve— And into the strife of the world’s great life We send you forth—to serve. The laurel crown of the world’s renown May not be yours to try Nor the wealth whose price is the sacrifice ()f all that youth holds high; But when the Night shuts out the Light And the pathways twist and curve, You’ll keep the road and you’ll bear the load, For we send you forth to serve—. Wm. Chandler Bagley. —97— Calendar. Jan. 1 ’06 The Chinook’s first birthday. Jan. 3—Students of M. N. C. prepare to serve out the rest of their sentence. Jan. 12 Seniors have a party. “It goes up in smoke.” Jan. 24 Seniors are mystified on receiving this missive: “Dear old Sorority, you are invited To come upstairs, when the lamps are lighted. Be on the spot at eight o’clock, And the Donkey Dozen for you will balk.” “lice onh, lice onh.” Jan. 25 —Mr. Melton and Miss Goodson entertain their Senior friends on a sleighing party. Jan. 25 Juniors invite Seniors to spend the night in the K. Z. N. rooms. Jan. 26 —All is icy at Normal Hall, including the weather, the water, and the Seniors. Feb. 1—! ! ! ! ! ! Examinations? ? ? ? ? Feb. 4—New semester begins. Feb. 9—New girls find dormitory life strenuous. Ink, pitchers, dark rooms, matron, faculty, official board. Feb. 14—A few of the Seniors are detained in the President’s office. Feb. 15—Reorganization of Junior Class. Feb. 22 —A busy day in the laundry. Mar. 4—It vas de Dutch mit, de Preps. Mar. 17 The Shamrock flourishes on Normal Hill. Mar. 23 For the Anaconda Basket Ball obys. Mar. 24—“Miss Jones, March 24, Comer Room, first floor, 20 present, no more,” Mar. 31—Mrs. Owsley announces that the girls are expected to entertain only eight nights of the week. Apr. 1—Juniors laugh. Apr. 7—Wanted, more cats, dogs, and frogs. See Prof. Allen. Apr. 28—Juniors kindly assist Seniors in mysterious initiation rites. Apr. 29 May me Kerrigan takes out an insurance policy while riding out to Beaverhead canyon. May 1—The spring “Robbins” are heralded with great joy by Miss Comelie. May 10—Arbor Day—Normals take to the woods. May 11—In Montana, woodticks grow to the size of elephants. May 24 Freshmen are entered as second-class matter, capped with one-cent postage stamps. May 30 Decoration Day. June I—“Spring time, you know is ring time.” Mary MacMahon is said to admire the living solitaire in Huber Bros’ store. June 2 The Kappa Zeta Xu rooms are thrown open to the Donkey Dozen. June 4 —Normalites enjoy a vacation, while the jury renders a decision in favor of dormitory pie. Hurrah or our boys! June 6—The Juniors prevent the enlargement of the cranial capacity of the ’06s by putting K. Z. N. caps in cold storage. June 7—A rise in ice cream freezers. June 8—Juniors are formally introduced to Kappa Zeta Nu. June 9- -Freshman party in honor of Seniors. College boys’ track meet. June 12—General exercises are postponed while our brave Junior toy conquers the advancing enemy. Hair, collars, ties, and fish poles at a premium. But caps swing high, while the vanquished are carried off the field. June 14—Rain, rain, go away, little Sophomores want to play. To the Chapman’s they will go, ten sophies, what a show. —99— June 15—Preps show unusual theatrical ability in the presentation of “A..Mid-Summer Night’s Dream,” on Normal Campus. June 16—Junior banquet. June 17—Remarkable trees found growing on M. N. C. campus, bear ing fruit which resembles water-soaked Junior shoes. June PS The great pow wow takes place where around the blazing campfire, the Lemhis and the Navajoes meet to smoke the pipe of peace. June 19—Alumni Ball. June 20 —Juniors give a concert. June 21—A light opera is artistically presented by the Senior class, in the Dillon Opera Mouse. June 22 -Commencement day. Farewell to dear old Seniors. ‘Rah for home! Sept. 3 Normal Hall is active once more. What joyous reunions! “Home is nothing like this.” Sept. 5 We heard such a Russell. Sept. 7—The new victims receive a warm welcome from the Seniors. Sept. 8 Chafing dishes are kept busy. Sept. 14 Normal students are delightfully entertained by the Presbyterian church. Sept. 20 -Love scene is witnessed from behind parlor piano. Cupid is distracted. Sept. 21 Reception given by the Methodist church for Normalites. Sept. 22—Lawn reception given by Y. W. C. A’s on Normal campus. Sept. 29 Edith Maynard takes a Hansom (n) and goes riding. Oct. 7—Men of faculty have a hair cut. —loo— Oct. 15—Juniors ’08 organized. Oct. 18—“One we come, Two we come, Three we come, a four. We’re the bunch. So they say, That make the Juniors sore. With the Seniors we’ll combine. We’re the class of 1909. Oct. 18—Dr. and Mrs. Swain entertain the members of the faculty at dinner. Oct. 19—First initiation performed by Kappa Zeta Nu, ’07. Oct. 22—Trains all in on time in Elementary Algebra class. Oct. 25—The “Go.” Oct. 31—Halloween party at Normal Hall. Nov. 2—Prof. Clark has a weakness for chocolate cakes and fancy collars. Nov. 5—We are educated in Nov. 8—Miss Morrell breakfasts at the dorm. We should like to know why. Nov. 11—Barbara Heeb attends church. Nov. 12—Dorm, diet: Water, tea, coffee, milk—now Sauerbier. Nov. 13—Prof. Fenner chaperones the Senior class in Manual training. Nov. 14—Go to Graeter’s for Life Buoy soap. Premium given with every bar. Nov. 16—Senator Tillman lectures in Dillon. Nov. 16—Freshies get fresh while Juniors are strengthening their intellects at the lecture. Upon their return, the Juniors make practical use of Senato r Tillman’s subject, “The Race Question,’’ by chasing the Freshmen all over the dorm, in pursuit of their curtains. Mrs. Owsley makes several curtain lectures upon the use of state property. Nov. 18—Mathematics classes begin a course of Pure Grafts. Nov. 19—Juniors and Freshmen prove the question of personal beauty by having their pictures taken. What could have happened to that camera! Nov. 20—The Monmal makes its debut. Nov. 21—Fern Clark assists Prof. Luce in Junior music. Nov. 22—Prof. Robbins makes calls of Graeter length than usual. Nov. 23—Ernest Gamble Concert company. — 101— Nov. 24 Seniors are much elated by the fact that Juniors admire the cut of their clothes to such an extent that they borrow them to wear to dinner. But they would call the attention of the Juniors to the tenth Commandment. Nov. 25—Resolved: That it is a shame to waste the heat and light for an eight o’clock class. Nov. 26 Freshmen make desperate attempts to capture the Juniors’ beaus by taking advantage of their admiration for the Juniors’ hats and coats. Nov. 29—Thanksgiving Day. Dec. 1 Zay’s resolution : “My life shall be one grand, sweet Carroll.” Dec. 2 Junior party. Dec. 4 Jessie and Emily clean house. Will wonders never cease? Dec. 4 The Editor has a delightful surprise; a class tribute brought in by four girls. Dec. 5—Ross Crane shows the manual training class how to sling mud. Dec. 6—Helen Mayger goes riding, Tatters (’en) all. Dec. 7—Organization of Pedagogical Seminar. Dec. 8—The Senior “old girls ’’are invited to aid the young ladies of the Junior class in the coming concert. Dec. 9—We eat pop-corn; Mr. Wood’s treat. Dec. 16 Seniors entertain Prof. Robbins and Prof. Clark at dinner. The favors were pale blue beads. Dec. 18 —“There was a little ‘pony,’ It was all in black and white; They took it in to Chem. class And there ’twas used, all right. Dec. 19—Junior and Senior concert. Dec. 19—Three rahs for Christmas holidays. Dec. 25—Great dinner at the dorm. All the Dillon Swains present. 102— Hn Undbent. girls, I’ll tell you what let’s do,” said Minnie. “Let’s all go V_y down to Catty’s and serenade him. That exam, was awfully hard. We’ll sing so sweetly that he’s sure to pass us.” “Oh, say, yes. We might sing ‘We all have Troubles,’ ” said Jean. “Let’s make up college yells about our neurology and make him ashamed of giving us such an exam,” said Edith “I have one: Neurolemma! Sarcolemma! Won’t you lemme say Neurology! Neurology! Hooray! Hooray!” “That’s just the thing, Edith always says the right thing in the right place. I et’s think,” said Grace, as though thinking was an unusual process. “Listen, girls. I have one,” said Bessie: ‘4 Epiphysis! hypophysis! pineal gland! We are the squelched Neurology band !” “Fine! That’s the dandiest ever. Who knows another?” “We are the thoughtful Neurology hoard Puzzling over a kitten’s cord!” came spontaneously from Bessie. “Isn’t that good?” exclaimed Vine. And let’s accent ‘kitten s’, it will make it sound better.” “Time to go,” said one of the girls. “How many are going? Twenty? Come on.” “But, girls, we’ll have to ask the matron,” said one. “Why, of course. I will,” said Kate. “What shall I say?” “Just ask if we may go for a little walk,” suggested an innocent. “All right. Come on, some one of you, let us beard the lion in his den,” said Kate. In a few minutes the two girls returend. “May we go?” “Yes, she was a darling and said it was a beautiful evening tor a walk. I agreed with her,” laughed Kate. “Good for Kate. Come on girls. Now or never.” They came, they saw,—but who conquered? After the serenade was over Catty said, “Well, girls, was that a voluntary or a reflex action?” The girls, “Oh, a reflex after the exam.” R. W. —10 — Slams. SENIOR BABIES. There came to our school in nineteen-five, Some babies who were really alive; Every time a joke on them did fall They all together would start to bawl “Boo-oo! Boo-oo! 1 want Mrs. Owsley!” One night into their rooms they were tied, We wished to have some fun before we died. But they cried to hard we had to let them out So they could run and tell Mrs. Owsley what we were about. ‘ ‘ Boo-oo! Boo-oo! I want Mrs. Owsley.” The same was true throughout the year, And we let them alone for we were in fear Of using up all their precious tears, Or robbing Mrs .Owsley of the Seniors’ cheers. “Boo-oo! Boo-oo! I want Mrs. Owsley.” —105— ONE WINTER NIGHT. One winter night at M. N. C. Two students were entertained by Miss B., Who sang for them a humorous song With notes she had to hold so long That the matron, who was passing by, Was startled by the funny cry. She opened the door and gave a look That made each student grab a book And quite forget the joyful past And knuckle to her work at last. “Just tone your voice down three degrees,” The matron said with perfect ease, Then Miss A. across the hall Who had been listening to it all, Was heard to give a heavy sigh And say she knew what would apply. Out of the box she took her protractor, And across the hall she danced as an actor, Silently behind Miss B. she went With a feeling that was ill content. ‘ ‘ I have come here as an actor, To measure your voice with my protractor; For Mr. Fenner has said in geometry, As well as in trigonometry, That we cannot find our a’s and b’s Unless we find them by degrees.” FENNERS COMMANDMENTS. I. I am the mathematics king. I shall not consider other methods before mine. Thou shalt not take unto thyself anything that another teacher says if it conflicts with my teachings. II. Thou shalt not multiply by a concrete number. III. Thou shalt not say the l_ equals x 2 the arc. IV. Thou shalt not walk across the campus and destroy the dandelions thereon. V. Thou shalt not flunk. VI. Thou shalt not study before breakfast. VII. Thou shalt not teach development lessons, because they are all bosh. VIII. Remember to let the weeds grow upon the athletic ground. IX. Thou shalt believe unreservedly in the “Doctrine of Formal Discipline.” X. Thou shalt take as thy aim in life “Social Deficiency.” —106— EVERYBODY WORKS. Everybody works but the Seniors, They sleep nearly all day; Start down to the Public School, Study their plans along the way. The Juniors toil and worry Over their Trig, and Algcbla 11. Everybody works but the Seniors, Pray tell us what they do ? SHE FELL IN. New girl entering the laundry “Girls, may I take one of these tin tubs?” An old girl—“What do you want to do with it?” New girl—“Oh, I just want to take a bath.” Old girl—“Why don’t you take a bath in the bath tub?” New girl—“Well, I’ll tell you. Last week I took a bath in one of them and fell in the water. I am not going to try it again.” A NOTE. He writeth best who knoweth least Of all things great and small. Let this theme be my humble plea For writing not at all. POSTSCRIPT. N. B.— We take our physical exercise in walking to the public school. We also aim at harmonious development in Manual Training. We should have had more time to devote to our favorite pastime, skating, if we had not flunked in Arithmetic Reviews. —108— TEN TO NOTHING. Ten little Freshics came to M. N. C. so fine, One fell oil the Dillon street car, and then there were nine. Nine little Preshies reached the college late, ()ne didn’t go to General Ex., and then there were eight. Eight little Presides went into room eleven. Ah! Mr. Fenner flunked one and then there were seven. Seven little Freshies tried to play some tricks, The Juniors caught on, and then there were six. Six little Freshies just barely alive, ()ne forgot to get her Algebra, and then there were five. Five little Freshies went in to English four. One said, “I don’t know,” and then there were four. Four little Freshies were ready to flee, ()ne didn’t leave an excuse, and then there were three. Three little Freshies, noble and true, ( ne fell down the college steps, and then there were two. Two little Freshies, only skin and bone, ()ne went home to her mamma, and then there was one. ()ne little Freshie, had to “go it alone,” She got to be a Junior and then there were none. THINGS NOT TO BE UNMENTIONED. Miss Dawes’ diamond ring. Annie Fitzpatrick’s Canada beau. The charm of Edith Poindexter’s blue beads. Helen Cutting’s sweet smile. Edna Fridley’s popularity with the Dillon beaux. Delle Dolson’s “tony” air. Why Lavina Slocum wears her diamond ring around her neck. Gertie Heisey’s popularity with the Juniors. Lora Maxwell’s pepper box. Mae Busch’s beautiful brown eyes. Rose Wesch’s whine. Sophia Shower’s great (Will) power. Laura Maynard’s dainty blush. Barbara Heeb’s tall, saintly air. Pussy Hutton’s fear of mice. Emily Slocum’s new name (Beatty. Zentz). Gail Beuschlein s puritan simplicity. Mabel Malee’s magic power over the Dillon Swains. Why Mrs. Owsley remarks when Mr. Clapp leaves the dormitory, “When he leaves our house, let us count our spoons.” Mr. Clark’s winning smile and spicy jokes. Will Chapman’s “music, which hath charm to sooth the heart of a savage, Rend a rock, and split a cabbage.” The great miracle that one bar of Life-buoy soap did for Peg Burke. WHAT LED TO THE DECISION OF JUNE 4. —no— THEY FELL IN. We Juniors got into “Sorority” and saw the dishes blue, And the oval looking glass, and the Junior picture, too; The rugs they have for curtains, and the goat they say they keep; And oh, the trash in the closet, it really was knee-deep. We borrowed all their china, their looking glass, and chair. And when the Seniors entered their beloved things were not there. Some wept, some wailed most frantic, and some they tore their hair, For they knew we Juniors surely had been in there. “1 low did they ever do it?” The question then was asked! We laughed, but not a single word from out our lips has passed. And to this day the Seniors are unable yet to tell, Through which window, door, or transom, we Juniors safely fell SAYINGS. Miss Corson, in Physiology “The right auricle is a tube running from the right side of the heart to the liver.” Will Chapman—“I have an eye for her that’s fair.” Mr. Clark—“Where is your heart, Miss Heisey?” Miss Heisey—“On my sleeve, of course.” Mr. Clark—“That’s where I expected to find it.” Junior—“Joseph has fallen desperately in love again, hasn’t he?” Freshie—“Yes, Cutting, isn’t it?” Miss Davis—“I never put off until tomorrow what I can do the day after.” Junior—“I heard you call Mr. Clapp ‘Cousin Tom.’ Is he really any relation to you?” Miss Drummey -“Yes, indeed, he is my brother’s wife’s cousin.” Miss Willard—“I think it is good to drink water if you have something with it.” Prof. Clark—“I am teaching temperance physiology, Miss Willard.” Mrs. Squire—In Methods—“Miss Allen, you may tell your story.” Miss Allen, reading her title—“Faithful John.” Class—“Ha! ha! ha!” Miss Allen—“Oh, Mrs. Squire, I can’t tell about ‘“Faithful John.’ ” —ill— NOTE. I heard of a strange new plant, today, And thought, “To what class a claim will it lay?” In all my Biology, Botany too, Not a word had been said that would give me a clue. Mr. Fenner said of this wonderful weed, “The development lesson has gone to seed ’ TO THE SENIORS. All over the State, the Seniors will go, Just where we shall be, we do not know. Some in the country, happy and free, ()thers the city will wish to see. All will seek pleasure, if we can, And some, no doubt, will seek—a man. WANTED. A diploma. No hurry, I am still young and handsome—Norville. A good location for Bees —Kate Burke. A Forrest (er) reserve -Minnie Marsh. A full set of Morris furniture—L. Slocum. An acceptance of my eighth bid to the club dance—Will Chapman. Anything Brown -Mattie Preston. A series of readers, “Heart of Oaks” preferred—H. M. Durnford. A Peek at Thompson Falls -G. M. Davidson. Johnnie on the spot —Olga Landt. Some one Tony—Dell Dolson. Some one to pet me—Ida Sykes. A collection of Books, Wentworth’s Algebras preferred—E. V. Griffin. Plenty of time to study Homer—Ethel Oliver. Students in palmistry—B. Comeil. My “Cholly Boy”—Edith Maynard. Something to reduce my corpulency—W. R. Wyatt. A home at Wisdom. No objection to noise (Noyes).—Edna Anderson. A passing grade in Trig—The Juniors. The Oaks returned to Gameill—E. and L. Dawes. A cutter that is warranted to keep its equilibrium under all circumstances- Thomas Clapp. A pet Martin—Bessie Collier. Girls to make fudge in the kitchen—Miss Batman. Information regarding the manner in which ’07 heard our class play—’06. —: 12— —113— A VICTORY. ’Twas the first week of September, Think for a moment and you'll remember, In a Dillon paper was a great work of art. About our new instructor. Professor Clark. We looked down the columns with most alert mind, Mis career and biography hoping to find. A teacher of many different branches is he, Science, Mathematics, and Psychology. A graduate of colleges, one—two—three, What a great man he must certainly be! But isn’t it queer he’d come so far west, To teach the Seniors who score zero at best? Day after day rolled slowly by, And (), how hard Professor Clark did try, First by inference, then by reference, To make us see “Wot’s de difference.” Through ten long weeks we studied and ground, But whether or not “de difference” we found, We reached the end of Educative Process, And knew the subject—more or less. A very bright thought to a Senior did come, She said to the rest, “Now all keep mum, For I have a scheme that I think will work, If no loyal Senior dares to shirk. “To Professor Clark, a petition we’ll send, Asking of him his favors to lend; We’ll state and re-state with much consideration, Our earnest desire for no examination.” Professor Clark, a man of calm, serene mind, No objection to our petition did find; ’ But said that we knew the subject so well, Without a doubt, the whole book we could tell. Forty-five Seniors, merry and gay, Rushed through the halls all the next day, Laughing, and talking, and shaking hands, And saying, “Isn’t it fine to get out of exams?” But an abstract of the book, he said we must write, And how we did work night after night For almost a week; but when it was done,, What a victory great we thought we had won. —•114— If anyone asks for Professor Clark, Tell them how he made his mark, How at the Normal he won a name, By helping the Seniors play their game. YOU MUSTN’T. You must not sit upon the stairs, It’s not the thing to do; For stairs were made to walk upon, And not for a set-two. You must not sit upon the stairs To study or to spoon; For classes surely will go by, Before you know tis noon. You must not sit upon the stairs, To while the hours away; You’ll make the president forget Ilis vows, made New Years’ Day. NOTE. I stood on the bridge at midnight When a young professor was trying to pass. The mud was knee deep, He thought he’d make it with a leap, But his sweet lady sat down in a heap. SAYINGS “The skull is thick in this case, very thick.”—Mr. Clark. Mrs. Squire—“Why are men teachers better than women teachers?” Miss Cutting—“I think it is because women like to be around the house more.” Mr. Clark—“Can’t you stand two questions?” Miss Wright—“No, not two such as you ask.” In economics, when speaking of satisfying one’s wants, Dr. Swain, pointing directly to the brewery, said: “When a horse gets thirsty he goes and gets a drink. When he gets thirsty again, he goes and gets another drink, and soon.” Prof. M—“What is the only animal that exists entirely upon flesh?” Ans—“Cannibals. ’ ’ Prof. A. “When a snake makes a hole in the ground, what does he do with the dirt?” Bright Girl—“He takes the dirt down with him.” Prof. C. “Where is the pancreas or sweetbread?” E. Maynard—“Back of the tongue.” One girl insisted that ,“His lips flashed and his eyes parted.” The following outline was put on the board, in history: 1. People and Houses 1. Sometimes built of wood. 2. Sometimes built of stone. Mrs. Squire—“Miss Bowers —” Miss Bower—“Please, Mrs. Squires, I am single.” LITTLE GIRL. Oh, I do want to be a little girl again, I really do the best I kin; My hair right down my back I comb, My dresses around my knees do roam. Now don’t you think it’s mean? ’Cause my face shows plainly I am 18. NOTE. Exams, exams, go away! Come again some other day! M. N. C. girls want to play. —115— MORE SAYINGS. Mr. Clark—“The teacher generally does more bluffing than the pupil Mr. Fenner, after roasting he Senior Arithmetic class—“If I have said anything I shall be sorry for, I pray to be forgiven.” “The heart is the most important thing to be educated —Clark. New Girl, going into the kitchen with a pitcher—“Will you please tell me where I can find the well?” New Girl—“Why are Mr. Robbins and Mr. Clark talked about so much?” Old Girl—“Because Mr. Clark is new and because Mr. Robbins is single. ’ After studying for U. S. History exam: X—“Mary hasn’t a very strong constitution, has she?” Z—“Oh, yes! But her Articles of Confederation are weak. When Mr. Robbins was invited to the dorm to dine: A Senior—“Mr. Robbins, will you please ask grace?” Mr. Robbins—“Ah, I only wish she were here that I might,” Miss Cutting—“I am afraid 1 shall always be so busy, I shall never have time to get married.” Miss Carson, in English VII—“Is there an Irish language at the present time?” Kate Burke—“Sure, mum, and there is.” QUOTATION. . The Donkey Club. Officers—Any donkey. Place—Any old place. Members—Just donkeys. Permit of organization Coulnd’t get any. Eligible All of Junior class of ’06. 1906 “Chinook.” REVISION, • Name—The Donkey Dozen. Officers—Those chosen. Place—The proper place. Permit of organization—Not necessary. Reputation sufficient guarantee. Eligible-Charter members—Honorable donkeys. Outsiders—Donkeys, who don’t know it. DICTIONARY OF DON’TS. Don’t Ask foolish questions, you may expose your ignorance. Don’t Bum too many “squares.” It will spoil the “rep” of the dormitory. Don’t Cut Manual Training, more than “23” times, you won’t get your furniture made in time to start housekeeping, if you do. Don’t Drink anything hut weak coffee, dishwater tea, or H20. Don’t Eat too much, just because you can’t. Don’t Flunk in too many classes, it may embarrass you at the end of the year. Don’t Get called down more than three times a day. Don’t Hide when you see the Matron coming, she will find you in the end. Don’t Idolize the members of the Faculty. Ach! nein, no. Don’t Join hands with the Sore-heads. Don’t Kick when you have to go to school from eight a. m., until five-thirty p. m. Don’t Let the Faculty scare you into learning your lessons every day. Don’t Make a practice of bluffing. It may work once or twice, but not-all the time. Don’t Name your best beau in your sleep, if you don’t want to get teased. Don’t Own too many text-books, you may have to study. Don’t Pine your life away for a sweet-heart, it will do you no good. B—o—y—s? Where are they? “Gone but not forgotten.” Don’t Quit working the faculty. If you don’t work them, they will work you. Don’t Rely too often on your general knowledge. Don’t Sin by forgetting to read your text-books once in a while, it may aid you in examinations. Don’t Think you are it, you may be mistaken. Don’t Utilize Mr. Robbins’ time, he needs it. Don’t View your classmates with scorn. Don’t Walk on the Campus, C. J. Fenner objects. Don’t “Xactly” do as you wish to. Don’t Yell too loud, it is bad on your lungs. Don’t Z—? forget to graudate. NOTE. There was a young fellow named Knapp, Who sported an M. N. C. cap. I Ie kept all the notes of the class do’s and such; To report he was not worth a rap. —118— POOR FLUNKER. The June days will come, And bring the warm sun, � And what will the flunked Senior do then ? Poor thing! She will go to the dorm, And there she will mourn. While her class-mates under the trees do sing. Poor thing! College life at M. N. C. Is not as easy as it might be. —lid— LEST WE FORGET. Dr. Swain’s announcements. Miss Carson’s red ink. Mr. Monroe’s fairness. Mrs. Squire’s internal enthusiasm. Dr. Bagley’s book. Miss Thormyer’s Butter. Mr. Forden’s furniture. Mr. Allen’s classifications. Mrs. Bradford’s call-downs. Mr. Robbin s voice. Mrs. Kress’ dictations. Mr. Fenner’s flunks. Mrs. Luce’s recessional. Mr. Clark’s admiration for blue beads. Mr. Shoudy’s shyness. Mr. Luce’s compliments. Mrs. Owlsey’s “Young ladies.” COLLEGE GIRL’S DREAM. NOTE. Sing a song of Normal life, Don’t ask the reason why; But four and twenty call-downs Keep things from being dry. —12( — SENIOR MANUAL TRAINING. When the old clock in the hall says three forty-five, All of the Seniors hastily strive To reach the manual training room, Where many an hour is spent in gloom. The room is so warm, so crowded, and small, We can scarcely live in it at all. So into the hall we carry our work, Where, perchance, we often shirk. We laugh, and talk, and sometimes sing, Until our noise Mr. Shoudy does bring. He appears at the door, with thoughts all amiss, And says, “I will certainly have no more of this.” So back to the room our footsteps trend, We think that the period never will end. But at last the bell rings half past five, And we wander home, just barely alive . A NORMAL CURIOSITY SHOP. A person who will always be Wright. Fritz we couldn’t Hayes. A most noble Swain. An interesting love Storey. A Senior in her right place. (Junior class). Only one to pitch’em, bat ’em, Ketchum. Doores that are never Preston. A Forrester lost on a Marsh. A Collier, a Taylor, and a Smith learning to be teachers. Wells that are never dry. A Hunter but no game. A Busch without thorns. Showers while the sun shines. Slocums that get there. Sauerbier that’s sweet. A Peg we’d better Sel (a) way. A Carroll seldom heard. Butter not worth Cutting. A Devine comedy. Two Swains who got mixed up in a Malee with a ton of Thoms. A Martin who likes a (C) lark. HEALTH REPORTS. Ploy Barbour—Jarred, said to be serious. Delle Dolson—Lingua defesse from attempting to say Antony Motchenbach, twice in succession. Will Chapman—Abnormal development of the brain. No signs of recovery. Gertie Heisey—Getting gray. Caused by too constant application to studies. “Peg” Burke—Badly injured in a scrap with her room-mate. Will recover. Barbara Heeb—Got roasted in Algebra class. Juniors—Nervous excitement brought on by enthusiastic class meeting. Edna Fridley—Got stepped on. A ring, a hair ribbon, and part of a shoe found after careful search. Seniors—Lungs in bad shape, result of coughing up five dollars for pictures. Faculty—Losing minds rapidly. Will soon be locked up. A PROBLEM. PROBLEM given in Arithmetic Reviews, Oct, 11, 1006. A certain quantity of flour lasts a man and his wife 20 days, and the man alone 30 days. How long should it last the woman alone? Explain. The following is the explanation given by a person who is a high school graduate and has expected to graduate in June, 1907. The spelling, pronunciation and use of capitals appear exactly as in the original: “If a man and wife wears out a floor in 20 da. I 1 da they will will wear out 1-20 of the floor. If the man alone wears out the floor in 30 da in 1 da he will wear out 1-30 of the floor. Then the wear of the woman on the floor for one da would be 1-30 of what they both both wear or 1-30 of 1-20 equals 1-600 of the wear. If the woman wear out 1-600 in one da. I will take her 600 days to wear out the whole floor. ANOTHER ROAST. At two-fifty ,when we meet him in the class-room called fourteen, He just smiles and blushes deeply, nicest way we’ve ever seen, And we wonder how he’d do it in the presence of his queen. Graeter smiles we think would ripple o’er his lips and in his eyes, When his heart with rapture flutters and fond hopeswithin it rise. Grace be with him! Guide him well! We would see him win the prize. —122— We wish to do our very best for him who couldn’t or him who wouldn’t. —123— •—124— OUR NEW PROFESSOR, He was bred in Oklahomar Where intense alfalfars grow; There lie assumed the high idear Of walking about just so. In Xew Yawk, he went in sassiety, So I have heard him say. He “butted” hard to keep the pace But found it did not pay. So to this college dear he came, Spruced up like some new bud, To teach young chaps about the brain And the plasmar of the blood. In Biology he gave exams, And, oh! but they were whoppers, For he asked about star-fish and clams And the larvar of grasshoppers. The pupar of the butterfly, And the names of favorite flowers. These questions made the Juniors sigh And rub their heads for hours. But he’s polite as he can be To students of the M. S. N. C. And though he makes those Juniors bawl, “Wat’s de difference” after all? PROF. CLARK S MASTERPIECE. —125— To those who have helped we are grateful, Who would not help us are hateful. The sore-heads will doubtless be prateful— We trust this will not make your grate full. “Gently down the stream of life Floats our bark toward the sea.” - 126— The John W. 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