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

Text from Pages 1 - 158 of the 1908 volume:

|jggSgg%P mm. MONTANA STATE NORMAL COLLEGE. THE CHINOOK PUBLISHED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF THE MONTANA STATE NORMAL COLLEGE DILLON. MONTANA 1908 32197 PRESS OF THE TRIBUNE PUBLISHING COMPANY DILLON, MONTANA. Vo ©ur JFacultg twho liaue iteticr faileh ua in their kinbln assistance : i � —5— CHINOOK STAFF. Helen de L. Mayger, Rosamonde Wesch, Helen Laird, Ruth Ward, Lillian Adams, Myrtle Senior, Maude Griffin, Hazel Kennedy, Clara Marcille, - Editor-in-Chief. Literary. ...........................Music. ...........................- Art. - Athletics. ..........................Social. ..........................Calendar. ...........................Slams. - Business Manager. FACULTY. HENRY H. SWAIN. PH. D President. JOSEPH E. MONROE, B. A.. Vice-President, Physics and Chemistry. I � ROBERT CLARK, M. A., Biology E RAY MOSHER, M. A., Mathematics. —9— LUCY HAMILTON CARSON, M. A., English. —11— V CHARLES LEOX ROBBINS, M. A.. {Methods and Training. LAURA M. KRESS, B. L., History. —13— THEODORE SIIOUDY, Manual Training. ELSA SCHARFENBERG. Voice. —15— KARL RIEDELSBERGER, Director of School of Music. GRACE GRAETER, Piano. 17 ALICE E. HOPPER, Dean of Women, Primary Supervisor. ANNA W. OWSLEY, Matron. -1 - CLASS OF ’08 NAME. DATA. PRINCIPLE. INFERENCE. VERIFICATION-1910. LILLIAN ADAMS. Keeps up with the fashions Good dancer. A j erson interested in worldly pleasures will be a society belle. Society belle. Washington Times: All society is looking forward to the ball to be given by the popular society leader. Miss Adams. MARY BENNETT. Very brilliant. Teacher ol physiology in practice schools. A lover of biological sciences usually teaches the same. Biological science teacher. Successor to Prof. Clark at the M. S. N. C. EVA BOWER. Good talker. Good manager. A person with executive ability is a good manager. Matron. Matron in Wylie Camps, Yellowstone Park. MAUDE B RON SON Sympathetic. Loves children. Sympathy and love are requisites for a primary teacher. Primary teacher. Supervisor of Primary work in Butte. FERN CLARK Pious look. Very charitable. Good church member. A religious i erson makes a good preacher. Preacher. Preacher in Trinity M. E. church. Denver. BESSIE COLLIER. Tall. Thin. A lean person is always hungry. Boarding-house keeper. Collier Eating House. Meals, 2£c. ANNA DEVINE. Very eloquent. Very thin. An eloquent person makes a good | eddler. Canvasser. Mile. Devine. Agent for Anti-fat. —21— NAME. DATA. PRINCIPLE. INFERENCE. VERIFICATION-1910. BESSIE FOWLER Tall. Graceful. Dignified. Gracefulness is necessary for good dancing. Dancing professor Seattle Times: Dancing lessons. Children Saturday afternoons at 2 p. m. Advanced -classes Monday at 8 p. m. MAUDE- GRIFFIN. Stout. Tall. Good figure. A perfect figure makes a good cloak model. Model. Suit model at Marshall Fields. BARBARA HEEB Ready giver. Attends church annually. Has teacher’s heritage. The teacher’s heritage is an inborn desire to serve humanity. Missionary. Active Worker in China. HAZEL KENNEDY. Home girl. Good cook. A good cook makes a good wife. Married. At home in St. Paul after June 23rd HELEN LAIRD. Short. Buxom. Lover of domestic animals. A buxom lassie makes a good farmer’s wife. Farmer’s wife. Living on a cattle ranch in the Big Hole. CLARA MARCILLE. Impressive bearing. Man-hater Eloquent. A man-hater makes a good woman suffragist. Advocate of woman’s rights. London Times: The noted American Suffragist. Miss C. G. Marcille. will lecture in the House of Commons this evening. HELEN MAYGER. Musical. Romantic look Industrious. An industrious person with musical ability makes a good musician. Musician. Concert player. —23— NAME. DATA. PRINCIPLE. INFERENCE. VERIFICATION-1910. EDITH MAYNARD. Good singer. Pious. Domineering. Desire for leadership makes a good leader. Commander of Salvation Army. Services held every evening at the corner of Montana and Bannack streets. LAURA MAYNARD. Studious. Love for teaching. Love for the profession makes a good teacher. Teacher. Teacher in Intermediate Department. Bozeman, Mont. EDITH NOYES. Original. Tasty. Economical. An economical person makes a good business woman. Milliner. Old hats re-trimmed for less than cost “Merry Widows” enlarged. Mile. Noyes. ELEANOR POINDEXTER Reserved. Haughty. Rich. Nomadic. A person who is reserved is a good traveler. Traveler. Around the world tourist. MABEL SELWAY. Dreamy. Good to look upon. Natural beauty is sought after. Artist’s model. Model for Wenzel’s studio. MYRTLE SENIOR. Accurate. Level headed. Studious. Accuracy and knowledge are requisite for science. Pharmacist. To deal with us means to obey your doctor’s orders. Senior, the Pharmacist. EVA STOCKER. Precise. Methodical. System is necessary in compiling text books. Author. Author of Royal Road to Physics.” Text book adopted by Cornell —25— NAME. DATA. PRINCIPLE. INFERENCE. VERIFICATION-1910. IDA STONECLIFFE Gentle. Altruistic. Kind. Skillful. A skillful, altruistic person makes a good nurse. Nurse. A Red Cross nurse with the Atlantic fleet. MYRTLE TEMPLETON. Petite blond. Lover of men. Admirers of the opposite sex are inclined to flirt. Make your own. Mr. M : “Do you know Miss T?” Mr. N: No, who is she?” Mr. M: Why, she teaches Spoonology at the Normal.” FANNIE TORREYSON. Eloquent. Pedantic. Learning and free speech are essential to a good teacher. Instructor. Professor of Esperanto at Smith College. RUTH WARD. Artistic ability. Humorous. Original. Artistic ability is requisite for a cartoonist. Cartoonist. Cartoonist for New York Herald. ROSAMONDE WESCH. Small. Clever Attractive. An attractive person draws trade. Modiste. Send to Paris for your gowns. Mile. Wesch. ESTHER WILLARD Happy blond. Good at drawing and manual arts. Originality is a necessity in designing new schemes. Designer. Designer of airships for t Walter Wellman. SENIOR CLASS ORGANIZATION Officers. Myrtle Templeton,.......................................President. Bessie Fowler, Vice President. Anna Devine, Secretary. Laura Maynard, Treasurer. Fern Clark, Sergeant-at-Arms. Motto. By courage, not by craft. Colors. Olive Green and White. Flower, White Carnation. Yell. Alla-kazu-kaze-kazi, Naughty eight, rais’er high; Hippi-kanu, hippi-kanate, Seniors! Seniors! 19081 A RETROSPECT. Oh come and let us wander To the days at M. N. C. When trouble was a stranger, Yet unknown to you and me. Let us talk about the old times, And the girls we loved so well; For 1 feel a little lonely; Let’s go back for just a spell. Now there’s our proxy. Myrtle, So quiet and sedate. We little thought she’d marry When we parted in naught eight. But one day I got a letter That took my breath away; For it said, “I’ve finished teaching. This is my wedding day.” Helena now suits her. And her luxurious home; For “Mac” surely made some money In that business of his own. Why, yes, you’re right, Bess Fowler, She was the big V. P. And you say she never married? , That’s a surprise to me. James died ? Well, then, no wonder; For she loved him far too true To ever wed another. So she’s an old maid, too. And then the Maynard sisters, Edith, as we all knew, Would never teach her two years; And Charlie knew it, too. 1 also thought that Laura —30— Would settle down right soon, I never guessed she’d live unblessed Until almost Life’s noon. Just think how long she’s waited Until his heart was free; For even when we were in schoo’ He was engaged, you see. But Death has now released him, And so she’ll wed the “Duke,” Let’s send her an epistle And it won’t be a rebuke. Maude Bronson never married; She took the dean’s advice And still is teaching infants At an enormous price. But speak of Maudie Griffin, She was the greatest kid! Did she ever marry Pantry? I rejoice to hear she did. And Barbara Heeb. Do tell me! Did she marry any man? My soul! A missionary! And working in Japan! And there is dear old “Stoney.” Why, I thought you surely knew That she’d followed Mrs. Owsley, And holds the Matron’s pew. And Fern came back and studied, So now she is the dean. To see those two a-managing, How funny it would seem! Oh yes, there’s Edith Noyes That roomed with Helen Laird. Why, yes, of course she’s married, You needn’t look so scared. When Walter went to Boise He learned how to survey, And after two short seasons, Her teaching didn’t pay. Helen ? Oh, she and Maxie Are living on the farm; —31— And life out in the Big Hole For her still keeps its charm. Now there is Myrtle Senior, For a teacher she was not meant. Instead, on new diseases, As nurse, she is intent. And Fannie Torreyson gave up. And gave her mind to law; She’s filling all the prisons, She scents out every flaw. Oh, yes, there’s Helen Mayger Of course she married Hall, And Anna Devine didn’t Teach any time at all, But she and Hazel Kennedy Did the thing up right away, And had a double wedding Soon after Commencement day. The girls, now, of the village What did Fate do for them? Mary Bennett, Esther Willard And Lillian Adams, too, All married now in Dillon; Who are the other few ? Eva Stocker went to Boston And is teaching in the slums; And I’ve heard she does more good Than just teaching of new sums. Eleanor is still in Europe Flitting about, they say; I’ve not heard much about her Since first she went away. Ruth met another artist; And he saw at a glance That she had no little talent, Now she studies art in France. Bess Collier is down in Boulder I n charge of the deaf and blind: And all the sufferers love her, She is so good and kind - nd Eva's little fortune —32— None of us could ever beat; For her lectures on the “Park” In the East were quite a treat. Mabel Selway taught awhile, And then she married Doc. Now you, Mrs. Willie, Why, it’s five o’clock! Get up, put on the kettle, For Will will soon be here, And he’ll wish this old maid wouldn’t Make a visit every year. Oh, I must call you “Weschy,” Just for the good old days. Now I’ll get my cat and knitting. I wonder if dreaming pays? C. G. M. ’08. FOR LIFE AND NOT FOR SCHOOL WE LEARN For life and not for school we learn, Our aim is in this world to earn A place among the mighty throng; A place well earned by right, not wrong. We know that disappointments may Be lying all along our way, But with brave hearts, we’ll by them tread Until we reach the goal ahead. Then we’ll look back on those old days Of college life so bright and gay And we’ll be glad we kept that rule. “We learn for life and not for school. Gail Beusciilein. —33— JUNIOR CLASS First Row. Imogbne Allen, Lucy Barter, Gail Bbuschlein, Sylvia Black, Emily Brown, Ethel Dauterman, Bertha Davidson. Second Row. Pearl Eaton, Gladys Franks, Anna French, Thomas Clapp, Elizabeth Hagarty, Anna Hagen, Bessie Hogeland. Third Row. Grace Johnson, Lucia Johnson, Edna Ketchum, Alice Kilner, Annie Larson, Louise Lower, Edna McConnell. —35— First Row. Mary McManus, Agnes McMenamy, Jessie Montgomery, Helen Moran, Mildred Xeglf.y, Gertrude Xelligax, Marguerite Noeth. Second Row. Katherine O’Donnell, Esther Powers, Bessie Ralston. Jacob Vogel, Olive Robbins, Agnes Rossiter, Eleanor Schmidt. Third Row. Berna Schroeder, Bessie Storey. Nellie Taylor. Gertrude Thompson, Nevada Wall, Caroline Wells —37— JUNIOR CLASS ORGANIZATION Officers. President, • -Vice President, -Secretary and Treasurer, Class Motto. For life, and not for school we learn. Class Colors. Nile Green and Maroon. Class Flower. White Lilac. Class Yell. We’ll yell for the Seniors, For they’re a sturdy set, We’ll yell for the Freshmen For they’re gamesters you bet, We’ll yell for the preps For some day they’ll shine, But at present we’re yelling For the class of ’09. Anna Larson. Anna Hagen Bessie Storey —39— EARTHLY LIFE AND HEAVENLY PROSPECTS OF THE JUNIORS. Imogens Allen. Earthly Life—Soon to Sel(a)way her single life. Heavenly Prospects Fair. Lucy Barter. Earthly Life—Smiling sweetly. Heavenly Prospects Entertaining A. K. Gail Beuschlein. Earthly Life—Writing letters to Madison, Wis. Heavenly Prospects—Great Artist. Sylvia Black. Earthly Life Interested in the history of the Stuarts. Heavenly Prospects—Keeping old maid’s quarters with Gladys F. Jessie Brown. Earthly Life—Attending club dances. Heavenly Prospects—Taking violin lessons. Emily Brown. Earthly Life—Singing “Waltz Me Around Again, Willie.” I leavenly Prospects—Teaching history. Ethel Dauterman. Earthly Life Grand Opera Singer. Heavenly Prospects Short. Bertha Davidson. Earthly Life Raising a commotion in the hall. Heavenly Prospects—Teaching school. Gladys Franks. Earthly Life Answering the Call. Heavenly Prospects—Keeping old maid’s quarters with Slyvia B. Clara Goodrich. Earthly Life—Playing Jack straws. Heavenly Prospects—Journalist. —40— Elizabeth Hagerty. Earthly Life—Specializing in laboratory. Heavenly Prospects -She is on the way. Anna Hagen. Earthly Life—Taking auto-Tripp (s). Heavenly Prospects—Questionable. Elizabeth Hogeland. Earthly Life—Playing “Happy Heine.” Heavenly Prospects—Life certificate. Grace Johnson. Earthly Life—Taking anti-fat. Heavenly Prospects—Looking for Teddy bears. Lucia Johnson. Earthly Life—Successful. Heavenly Prospects—Novelist. Edith Kennedy. Earthly Life—Studying. Heavenly Prospects—Teaching. Edna Ketchum. Earthly Life—Getting Normal news. Heavenly Prospects—Wouldn’t dare tell. Alice Kilner. Earthly Life—Attending Normal. Heavenly Prospects—Tall. Annie Larson. Earthly Life—Very popular. Heavenly Prospects—Good. Louise Lower. Earthly Life—Wearing a diamond. Heavenly Prospects—A wedding ring. Edna McConnell. Earthly Life—Getting A s in English. Heavenly Prospects—Lecturing on Woman’s Suffrage. V Mary McManus. Earthly Life—Studying Trig. Heavenly Prospects—School marm. —41— Jessie Montgomery. j Earthly Life—Smiling at the Normal boys. Heaven 1 y Prospects—Housekeeper. Helen Moran. Earthly Life—Studying hard. Heavenly Prospects—Not a teacher. Emma More. Earthly Life—Reading. Heavenly Prospects—Writing love stories. Mildred Negley. Earthly Life—Joining Junior classes. Heavenly Prospects—Taking Greek. 0 Katherine O’Donnell. Earthly Life Running thro’ the hall. Heavenly Prospects—Unknown. Marguerite Noeth. Earthly Life—Studying history of John’s reign. Heavenly Prospects—Hoping it will soon be Orr. Esther Powers. Earthly Life—Proprietor of an information bureau. Heavenly Prospects—Expounding. Bessie Ralston. Earthly Life —Singing, singing, singing. I leavenly Prospects—Singing. Agnes Rossiter. Earthly Life—Writing to Roy. Heavenly Prospects—Being a F.orest(er. Berna Schroeder. Earthly Life—Exercising her lungs. Heavenly Prospects—Doubtful. Eleanor Schmidt. Earthly Life—On the way to “Shanghai.” I leavenly Prospects—Featherly. Bessie Storey. Earthly Life—Interested in the High school. Heavenly Prospects—High school teacher. —42— Katherine Sullivan. Earthly Life—Taking mathematics. Heavenly Prospects—Getting through. Nellie Taylor. Earthly Life—Talking loud. Heavenly Prospects—Housekeeper. Nevada Wall. Earthly Life—Going to Dell. Heavenly Prospects—Satisfactory. Caroline Wells. Earthly Life—Playing tennis. Heavenly Prospects—World’s champion tennis player. Gertrude Nelligan. Earthly Life—Writing for the MONMAL. Heavenly Prospects—Great novelist. Gertrude Thompson. Earthly Life—Taking Biology. Heavenly Prospects—Getting through Biology. Thomas Clapp. Earthly Life—Talking. Heavenly Prospects—Speaker in the House of Representatives. Jacob Vogel. Earthly Life—Smiling. Heavenly Prospects—A broader smile. Pearl Eaton. Earthly Life—Talking about Jim. Heavenly Prospects—Jim. Olive Robbins. Earthly Life—Playing Buster. Heavenly Prospects—No one knows. Anna French. Earthly Life—Getting a diploma. Heavenly Prospects—Teaching. Agnes McMenamy. Earthly Life—Talking across the table. Heavenly Prospects—Surely not a teacher school. —43 FRESHMAN CLASS. Top Row. Lily Fraser, Carrie Heltzell, Mettie Slocum, Hazel Duncan, Florence Olson, Ida Sykes. Anna Johnson. Mabel Maleb. Middle Row. Fern McWbthy, Jessie Poindexter, Sadie Reynolds, Marie Albrecht, Cora Truax, Genevieve Albertson, Myrtle Keihart, Mayme McGorrin. Bottom Row. arriet Ellinghousb, Emma Thornton, Annis McWethy, Albert Swain, Etta Brainard, Edythb Rkmlby, Nora Westfall. —45— FRESHMAN CLASS ORGANIZATION Officers. Hazel V. Duncan, President. Jessie C. Poindexter, Vice President. Marie E. Albrecht, Treasurer. Annis C. McWethy, Secretary. Albert Swain, Sergeant-at-Arms. Motto. “Make a mark; aim at it; hit it.” Rickety! Colors. Brown and Gold. Flower. Red Carnation. Yell. Rackety! Rah! Rah! Ree! Who are, who are, who are we ? The gamest I'reshies you’ll ever see; To beat the Juniors is our aim, With the Seniors we’ll be game. Will we do it? Well I guess! Freshmen! Freshmen! Yes! Yes! Yes! —47— Preparatory Class Organization. Officers. Leontine Turco, President. Loche Maurer, Vice President. Edith Nutterville, - Secretary and Treasurer. Gertrude Reardon, Sergeant-at-Arms. Motto. Nulli secundus. P- r- e- p- Colors. Scarlet and gray. Flower. Mountain Lily. Yell. a- r- a-1. o- r- y On the top, on the top, we’re not shy. V- i- c-1. v- i- c-1. o- r- y. Can we do it ? I should say! Root! Root! Root! For the scarlet and gray.! —4S— THE MONMAL 'I'his is the second year of our school paper, the MONMAL. It is conducted in much the same manner as it was last year, but a noticeable feature is its improvement in all departments. Some very fine cartoons and cover designs have appeared from month to month and these add much to the paper. The faculty and also the business men of Dillon have supported it in every way possible, and the students owe them much for the success of the paper. If our “gray-coated ’ MONMAL can grow so much in two years we may all hope to have a paper before very long of which not only the students, but all Montana shall be justly proud. Thomas Clapp, Theo Smith, Edna Ketchum, Imogene Allen, -Edith Noyes, Bessie Story, Gail Beuschlein, j Ruth Ward, i Helen Laird, Jacob Vogel, Clara Marcille, THE MONMAL STAFF. ........................Editor-in-Chief. - Assistant Editor-in-Chief. Literary Editor. - Assistant Literary Editor. - Local and Social Editor. Assistant Local and Social Editor. ............................Art Editors. ..........................Exchange Editor. ..........................Business Manager. .................................Treasurer. J. • A • n 5 THE GREAT TEMPTATION. FIRST PRIZE STORY. TWO figures came slowly down the trail. The man was tall and well built; his soft Stetson was pushed back on his head, plainly showing a strong, firm face tanned by the winds of the range. Ilis leathern chaps creaked as he walked, and the spurs jingled as he stepped over a stone or a fallen tree trunk. Behind him he led his buckskin cayuse and by his side walked a girl. She was tall and straight. Her hair hung in long black braids down her back and her face was distinctly dark, not the dark complexion of a dark white girl, but the warm hue of an Indian. Even had her face been whiter the high cheek bones and the eyes would have betrayed her. But Louise Batice made no pretense, she was proud of her blood. “You better turn back now,” she said, as they rounded a bend leading down a sun-flecked path. “Louise, why do you always round me up, so to speak, and turn me back? Don’t you think I am capable of judging for myself? I tell you I love you and you quietly suggest I had better run along like a good little boy. I am twenty-five and have known and loved you for three years. Don’t you think it is about time for you to answer me?” “As you insist on my answer, Henry Armstrong, I will give it to you now, if it takes all my strength. Where is your Eastern sweetheart? Would you be willing to live this life always? I know you like it now but all your life would it be the same? I am an Indian, you are a white man. Would you be willing to take me for your wife? Would you never regret it? I tell you, you would. Some time there would come a sad day when you would long for the East, even as I longed for the West when I was East, and then Louise would be without her man. I say no, a thousand times no!” The sun dropped behind the hill and the little white clouds turned pink. A peace and gloom settled over the wood after this violent outbreak, and no sound broke the silence save the crying of a bob-white. The man stood stupefied for a moment, then he answered: “As I live I swear to you now, the Almighty One helping, I will never deny you, never be ashamed of you and will love and cherish you to the end of my life. I will live your life and be as one of your people.” —52— A sound nearly a sob came from the Indian. “You do not realize it, but you lie,” she answered, darting away in the gathering purple shadows. That night after what she considered her final answer to Armstrong, Louise Batice sat long over her camp fire. The full moon came slowly over the horizon and the low humming of her sorrowful tune mingled with the murmur of the swaying tree tops in the evening breeze She remembered the round-up where she had first met Armstrong, then a tenderfoot from the East. It had been just a year after she had returned from school and it had seemed very pleasant to meet an educated man away out there. She recalled his look of surprise when he heard her speak; and his quick understanding, the time she had told him, how after three years of school and life in the East, the call of the woods had beckoned her back to the West. Yes, the name of Ellen Allan also came to her mind. In the early days of her friendship with Armstrong she had often heard that name, but for the past two years it had not been mentioned. Louise did not like it. She shivered slightly and realized that the moon was high in the heavens and her fire was out. “Well, it’s just like wishing for that moon,” she soliloquized,as she jumped up. “And, anyway, it’s ended.” And away in the forest a wise, solitary, old owl hooted derisively. Henry seldom thought of Ellen Allan now. He was too busy with his new life, and then, she was a girl who belonged to his college life. He connected her with wild foot-ball games, with dances, with the novels, and the plays. Louise was a maid of the woods, she belonged to the wilds; she was there now, a living reality, and Armstrong knew that he loved her, a full blooded Indian. To be sure, she did not dress as an Indian, nor did she eat dog meat, but the fact remained; she was an Indian. In winter she lived in a house, but during the spring, summer and fall, she was off in the woods with her tepee. For the next three weeks after she had run from Armstrong she saw nothing of him, and she understood more than ever how much he meant to her life. Perhaps the man knew that his short absence would have this effect. At any rate, he came to her at the end of the three weeks, and the following spring they were married. For four years they were happy and contented. In every way he kept his vow. One frosty morning in the early fall Armstrong started to town for the purpose of arranging a shipment of cattle. When he reached town late in the evening, the store was closed and he was unable to find his man, so he went over to get his dinner. As he walked along on the way to Mary Fitzpatrick’s, a fragment of a conversation came to him. “Too damn bad about that wreck. They’ve got a bunch over at Mary’s as big as if it was a Xoo York feed house.” This did not make much impression on Armstrong, but the shock of meeting Ellen Allen face to face at the door did. —53— “Well, Henry Armstrong! This is a small world after all,” ex-e aimed the girl, extending a white, well-shaped hand. She came and talked to him while he ate. He fell into his old way of talking, a longing for he East seized him, and the fascination of his old sweetheart stole over him. They went for a walk after he had finished eating, and the charm of the moon had its effect in so far that he reached the stage of tell ng her how lonely he had been, and how hard he had struggled. And the foolish woman believed him and sympathized. She told him it were time he were coming East and forgetting all these hardships; and before lie bade her good night he promised he would return with the Eastern party. After he left her he went in search of his man. He knew where to find him and as he entered “Sam’s Saloon’’ he heard the clinking of glasses, he saw a crowd at the faro wheel, and caught, at the end of the the place, a view of red, and white, and blue chips on green covered tables. The one-eyed bartender greeted him and he merely said, “O. K. Straight.” He drank his whisky, and seeing his man at the rear of the room watching roulette, he pushed his way through the crowd, shaking hands here, nodding there. “See you later,” he replied to a man who yelled, “Hello, Hen, have one on me!” He reached the roulette and pulled his man a little to one side, rolled a cigarette, and then he began the conversation. It was some time before he finished talking, but at the end the man nodded comprehend-ingly and Armstrong began pushing his way back to the faro wheel. The man who had greeted him saw him coming and going over to the bar ordered the drinks. Taking the glass Armstrong said, “Here’s how,” and drained the glass with one drink. Then Armstrong “set ’em up.” He started a song about “The Wandering Cow-boy.” He played roulette with the reckless energy of a fiend, and a faint light was dawning in the East when he retired to a restless, tossing,troubled rest. He arose late in the morning and found the Eastern party waiting to breakfast with him. It was a merry meal, but Henry left early, saying he must ride to the ranch and back before he started on his journey. Ellen went with him to the door and waved him a gay goodbye, making a strikingly dainty picture as she stood in the dim doorway. His purpose was definite, he would return and see Louise and then leave for good. The bronco jogged along and Armstrong thought. If he could on y stop thinking! Should he do this? Were the East and Ellen really more to him than Louise? Yes, surely, but — and then the same thought repeated itself. As he began the ascent to the summit, black clouds hovered around the mountains, and as he reached the top the storm broke with all its force. It raged and thundered and blew, breaking great trees, while the lightning played across the sky. Armstrong took shelter under a great pine. The doubts darted through his brain with increasing rapidity. Should he do it? Where was his vow to Louise? —54 He waited some time for the storm to abate, but still it roared on; and he again took the road which ran along the summit. On one side, the road led to Ellen,; on the other, the trail to camp and Louise. The storm stilled a little and the thoughts suddenly snapped: “I will love and cherish you to the end of my life. I will live your life and be as one of your people.” It came to him out of the past! A hidden sunbeam peeped out through a dark cloud. His horse turned into the old familiar path and he went down to Louise. The clouds broke and as he reached camp “The sunset and the moonrise were mingled into “Kalawa, Boy!” rang out Louise’s happy voice from the fire, and when her man spoke of the heavy storm on the summit Louise exclaimed, ‘‘There has been no storm here!” While the evening meal was cooking Armstrong walked over to another camp. In less than half an hour a young Indian, carrying a message for Miss Ellen Allen, started for town. Soon after supper Louise went to rest, saying, ‘‘Good-night, Boy.” ‘‘Good-night, my girl,” answered her man from the camp fire, and the soft gleam of the moon enveloped the camp, blending the many colored leaves of autumn into one harmonious mass, and the quiet peace of the night stole into the troubled heart of the man. HE sun had just disappeared and the reddish tints still lingered in the sky above, covering the bright blue of the clouds, and in places shading into the white sky beyond. The swiftly flowing river seemed to stop long enough to drink in some of the intermingled colors that shone down from above, and spread themselves softly and silently over the whole green earth below. Helen let her dark, dreamy eyes wander over the beautiful picture, before she untied the rope that kept the boat in its place at the shore. She seemed somehow to be a part of the natural, silent scene, as she stood there in the splendor of this western sunset. She remained thus, looking at the picture, and yet beyond it, until the dark shadows of evening were beginning to fall; then with a quick gesture of impatience, that at once revealed her Indian blood, she stepped into the boat, plied the oars with her strong young arms, and was soon lost to sight in the gathering twilight. About this time another boat left the shore a mile or so farther down the stream, and ploughed its way up through the dark swif t one. Clara Goodrich. THE REUNION. SECOND PRIZE STORY. —55— waters. This rower could not be seen at first on account of the deepening shadows, and the fact that the boat was kept near the shore among the willows, but before long a shrill whistle sent its clear-cut notes through the still evening air; in an instant a train tore along the track on the other side of the river, its light revealing for a moment the burly form and cunning features of the big Indian in the boat, and the frightened face of the young girl as she alighted from her boat. Helen did not move away when the Indian left the boat and came up to her as she stood on the shore. “Have you brought the money?” he said, smiling cunningly under cover of the darkness. “Yes,” she replied wearily, “but how long is this to last? Why did you let me go away from here to a home of wealth when I was a child if you intended to claim me now? Why did you let them take me away from the reservation to live among people of another class just because I was beautiful and did not resemble my Indian ancestors? Why — ” “I don’t intend to claim you now, and I will not disgrace you and your fine parents as long as you bring me money when I want it,” broke in the gruff voice of the Indian. “But remember, if you don’t — ” He did not finish the sentence, but clutched the roll of money more tightly in his hand, jumped into the boat, and disappeared. Helen remained standing until the last sound of the splashing oars had died away. Then she, too, stepped into her boat, and was swallowed up in the darkness. Almost fifteen years before, Mr. Campbell, while travelling in the West, had seen this same little girl and had induced her Indian father to let him educate her. Mr. Campbell would probably never have taken the child if he had known the truth concerning the matter, or if he could have seen the longing look that sometimes crept into the eyes of her mother; a look that showed she still longed for the one reminder of the life she had led among the white people. He had seen only the hard, cruel features of the father, and did not think of the sacrifice it had cost the mother to enable her little girl to live among the white people. So Helen was taken with him and his invalid wife to a home of luxury in the East. Mr. Campbell had been dead for over a year now and Helen and Mrs. Campbell had taken a small cottage in the the western Rockies for the benefit of the invalid’s health. From the first Helen loved the high peaks and narrow valleys and spent most of her time out of doors. She loved to climb some high elevation and from there watch the Indians working in the fields on the other side of the river. Here, too, she would gaze dreamily off into space and try to imagine what her own parents were like. She had always thought they were dead until Mr. Campbell had told her on his death-bed that they were probably alive somewhere in the West. —56— This is all he had told her, so she had lived in hopes of some day finding them; then she met the man who called himself her father and her dreams were shattered. As soon as he heard that Mrs. Campbell and her daughter had rented the cottage at the edge of the village, his cunning brain began to work, and he decided to use the young girl as a means of obtaining money. Helen’s refined nature rebelled against the thought of living among such people as he represented, so she met the Indian secretly and brought him money whenever he asked for it. She was afraid to tell even Mrs. Campbell about the man, so time after time the heartless Indian succeeded in procuring money from her. Tonight, as Helen vainly tried to read as the fretful and nervous invalid wished her too, she thought of her own mother. “Would she have been so cross and fretful even if she were an invalid?” she asked herself. Then she remembered the cruel features of her father and shuddered. That night she was suddenly awakened by a bright light shining into her room. At first she thought it must be the light shining from the great Western moon, but soon the smell of smoke was wafted to her nostrils. She ran to the little window and for a moment forgot all else in her appreciation of the beautiful picture on the opposite side of the river. Long snake-like tongues of flame shot upward, one after the other, and were lost in the darkness above them. The close-set houses burst into flame like pieces of dry paper, and before the silent watcher realized it, the whole Indian village was a mass of vivid fire. Some unknown being seemed to call the girl from the window, and compel her to follow in the direction of the light and smoke. Soon she had crossed the river, and found herself in the midst of the noise and confusion. The Indians were running in all directions, lamenting their losses with wild cries and gestures. The scene reminded the girl of some of the Indian war dances she had read about when a child. They were all too much excited to notice Helen, so she wandered on, scanning the faces as they passed, as if searching for some one. Once she almost stumbled over the body of one, and looking down she beheld the dead features of her father looking up at her with the same cruel expression, except that it was now stamped indelibly on his face. A heavy load seemed to be lifted from her mind, and she had started on again, when a low cry reached her ears. Looking in the direction of the sound she beheld a number of Indian men and women gathered around a rude bed that had been set up at some distance from the main fire. On the bed lay the wasted from of what must once have been a beautiful white woman. Her dark mournful eyes burned into those of the young girl as she came near the bed. “Who is it?” asked Helen in a choking voice. “That man’s wife,” answered one of the Indians, pointing to the dead face that Helen had first seen. “She is dying.” —57— i “It is my mother,” sobbed Helen kneeling down beside the rude bed. “Oh, if I had known it sooner.” “It was all a mistake,” came faintly from the lips of the dying woman, “but I am happy now.” A peaceful expression stole over the hardened features, as she gazed at the young girl, bringing back some of the softened beauty of her youth. Then she closed her tried eyes and Helen felt the hand within her own growing colder. Gertrude Nelligan. DONALD WEST. THIRD PRIZE STORY. DONALD WEST swung off the car at the corner of Michigan and Broadway, and strode down the silent street past the closed doors and darkened windows of office and mercantile buildings. A Sunday quiet lay over the deserted street, and the hot J uly sun beat down on clean swept pavements. Reaching the impos'ng front of the Sanfield Building, he ran up the marble steps, and unlocking the heavy glass doors entered the lonely building, his footfalls echoing and re-echoing throughout the silent corridors. Mechanically he walked to the elevator shaft and rang the bell. After waiting impatiently for a few minutes, he smiled to himself as he remembered it was Sunday and he would have to climb to his office. His strong athletic figure bounded up the seven flights of stairs two steps at a time to the last landing, where he stopped a moment for breath, and then hurried down the hall passed closed doors till he came to number eighty-one. Unlocking the heavy oaken door, he entered, closing it behind him. He threw off his hat and coat and seated himself at the desk, his broad shoulders bending over his work. Unlocking a drawer, he took out an account book and began rapidly adding long columns of figures. The scratching of his pencil was the only sound that broke the stillness. Hours passed, but still he bent over his work. Once or twice he changed his position, but immediately went to work again. The room was stuffy and the air close. Slowly his head bent lower and lower over his work; his pencil ceased to move so rapidly, sometimes stopping altogether. Then his head dropped on his arm and his pencil rolled to the floor. The afternoon waned, and still he slept. The sun sank in all its splendor, leaving in the western sky a bright glow of red and gold, and the shadows began to creep into the corners of the room. A half-hour longer, he stirred, yawned, and stretched; then gazed blankly around the room till his eyes reached the door. The blank expression turned —58— to one of surprise. After looking intently for a few minutes, he rose, went to the door and opened it. A blinding, choking cloud of smoke greeted him as, coughing, he rushed out into the hallway, slamming the door behind him. His lungs filled with the smoke, and he was forced back into the room. Tying a handkerchief about his mouth and nose he made another attempt. Dropping on his hands and knees he began to crawl painfully, inch by inch, to the stairway. He groaned in agony as he saw the tongues of flame fast eating their way up the staircase. Turning with his face pressed close to the floor, he slowly edged his way back to the room, and, entering, stood exhausted with his back to the door. When he recovered, he staggered to the window and raising it looked down. A great seething mass of flame was leaping upward, while down in the street was a yelling, pushing, maddened crowd, fire engines throwing up their heavy streams of water, firemen working desperately to check the fire. He clinbed out on the fire escape, but the intense heat forced him back. He called in a frenzy to the firemen ; but the crowd did not hear. He threw down his hat, his knife and several books; but all were trampled upon unnoticed. At last he took his coat and flung it down; but it caught on the hook of aladder and disappeared in the great billows of smoke. The flames were now so close to the window that the heat scorched his face, and the room was filling with smoke so rapidly that he could hardly breathe. He looked down at the pavement one hundred feet below. He might jump; but recal ing a mangled, quivering mass of human flesh he had seen in a fire the week before the body of a woman who had jumped from a six-story window he resolutely closed the window and went to his desk. Suddenly the glass of the transom cracked. He watched it intently as little whiffs of smoke crept in. Wondering at the strange calmness that had come over him he took out his watch. Fifteen minutes at this rate would finish him. The room was fast fill ng with smoke. His thoughts reverted to the club. The fellows would be around the dinner table, by now almost through. His chair alone would be empty, and the boys would crack jokes about his absence. Suddenly the telephone bell rang. He rose and took down the receiver. “Hello. Why, yes. Hello, Bob! Oh, I had some accounts to fix up. Awfully sorry. I know I missed a fine dinner; but there is always a next time. Jack told you I was here? 1 didn’t know he knew. Tomorrow afternoon? No I — don’t — think — ’’ the words became lower and lower and the end of the sentence was lost in a choking cough. The bell rang violently, incessantly. Central answered in an im patient tone to the clubman at the other end. “They’ve hung up, sir. I can’t get them.’’ Emma More. THE SUNSET. PRIZE POEM. The sun sets in the golden west And leaves a mystic glow Of witching color blending fast That 1 have learned to know; And from its wake aslant the sky Long crimson banners fly. The lighter streams of silver light Are glimpses of the sky. The sun sinks back of mountains dark, And leaves a dusky hue Of grayish color darkening fast That almost hides the view; And on their sides and near the sky To deepest blue they grow. In topmost peaks and jagged nooks Is purest, softest snow. I love to see our colors there— The red and white and blue. Up in the sky, the red and white, And on the mountains, blue, With here and there small specks of white ' For purest stars they stand. Oh, no one has sunsets like ours In this united land. —Ruth Ward. FASHIONS IN LITERATURE. MY Astral body had ascended into Mars. In spite of the beauty of my surorundings I longed to see some one from earth. While I was sitting there sunk deep in reverie, a winged messenger approached and presented me with a beaut fully wrought missive. Full of wonder as to its contents, I opened it very cautiously. Lo! it was an invitation! “Thou most worthy daughter of Earth, thou art invited to attend a meeting of all ye literary genuises of England. Moonbeam castle; by starlight. Half past eternity.” —60— The place of entertainment was a stately castle, the magnificence of which causes Aladdin’s palace to sink into insignificance. The guests were all assembled in a brilliantly lighted hall, whither I was ushered by two beautiful angels. In the seat of honor sat a middle-aged man who had the appearance of an actor. lie was dressed after the fashion of the Elizabethan age, wearing red velvet tights which just reached to his knee, a green satin waist-coat ornamented with gold braid and a large ruff of white chiffon. His stockings were of red silk and he wore green slippers with long pointed toes. A black velvet hat trimmed with ostrich plumes completed this picturesque costume. In striking contrast to the actor was the man on his right. Robed in the sombre gray of a Puritan, his beautiful hair parted and falling in curls over his shoulders, and wearing a look of peaceful resignation, he left an impression on one’s mind not easily effaced. While I was watching him he turned to his neighbor and said: “This castle is certainly in regions wild, of calm and serene air.’’ “Oh, yes,” replied his neighbor in a tragic tone, “but fair is foul and foul is fair.” They were no longer strangers to me, for I knew now that I was in the presence of John Milton and William Shakespeare, the immortal “bard of Avon” and the master Puritan poet, attending a party in Mars. The music burst forth for a cotillion, whereupon the Puritan Mil-ton immediate’y retired. The dance was led by Geoffrey Chaucer and Jane Austen. Chaucer was dressed in brown, n a court dress of the fifteenth century. In manner he was very shy and reserved, though he was most gallant to Miss Austen. Robed in a white muslin dress devoid of all trimming, with a white lace bonnet drawn over her curls, Jane Austen looked the part of a sweet village maiden. Afterwards I heard Chaucer say of her in his quaint old English: “Sikirly she was of grete disport and full plesaunt and amiable of port.” Two characters that I at first took to be Siamese twins, I learned later were Johnson and Boswell. Johnson, though of formidable aspect, was a brilliant conversationalist. Wherever he went or whatever he did, Boswell went with him and watched over him as if he were a young creature whose mamma did not know he was out. During the evening, as Johnson was talking in his wha'e-like manner, and Boswell was gazing at him :n rapt admiration, suddenly Sir Walter Scott stepped up and dropping a coin into Boswell’s hand said: “Take this for my having seen your bear. He then walked away, leaving the biographer much astounded. After the first dance, there was a pause in the mus c and a lull in the conversation. “What is that sound?” asked someone. “Tis but the wind, or the car rattling o’er the stony street. On with the dance, let joy be unconfined!” cried the dashing young Lord Byron. But now we could quite distinctly make out a voice calling: “Oh, come out into the garden, Maud, I’m here by the gate alone.” —61— i “Alfred Tennyson,” remarked Browning. “TH go to meet him, as Maud has not materialized.” He soon ushered in the be?ated poet, who appeared in ill-fitting clothes, wearing a broad slouch hat, his beard and hair unkempt, his general appearance suggesting that he had arison and had dressed hastily for breakfast. “Did your mothaj call your early, call you early, Alfred dear?” asked the sarcastic Mr. Pope. Tennyson assumed an icily regular, splendidly null manner and remarked coldly: “I would that my tongue could utter the thoughts that arise in me.” “How now, Alfred, what’s the matter now?” quoth Shakespeare. “Are the Injy rubber Idjuts in a spree?” asked Kipling. “1 merely referred to his dress,” said Pope dryly. “A man’s a man for a’ that,” cried Burns. “Come, no offence was meant,” said Pope. “Good nature and good sense must ever join. To err is human, to forgive, divine.” Tennyson graciously accepted this effort at reparation, and peace was restored. Robert Burns came up, tendered Tennyson his hand and said: “Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?” “No, and sweet shall your welcome be, Robbie Burns,” replied Tennyson. The Scottish bard wore the bonnie plaid of the Highlanders and very conspicuous was the Mountain Daisy in his button hole. All evening he had been distinguishing himself by his old-time gallantry and devotion to the fairer sex. “Had we never loved so kindly. Had we never loved so blindly, Never met and never parted We had ne’er been broken hearted.” I heard him murmur to Charlotte Bronte. In a secluded corner amid a coterie of literary stars, Robert Browning was very conspicuous in his evening suit of the latest mode. He expressed himself as much amused at the number of Browing clubs that had sprung up, on the earth snice his departure. He observed that he was beginning to wonder what his own poems did really mean, since they were subject to such a diversity of interpretations. He did not attempt to conceal the fact that he had changed his views in regard to some points. “Because God’s in his heaven, it no longer follows that all’s well with the world.” Mrs. Browning, wrapped in furs to protect her fragile form from the evening air, quickly excited the pity of the tender-hearted Wordsworth. He brought her some refreshments and holding toward her a sparkling glass, said in his winning way: “Drink, pretty creature, drink.” She lifted up her eyes and thanked him. “I was just musing with myself,” she remarked, “on life and art, and whether, after all a larger metaphysics might not help. One physics, a completer poetry adjust daily life and vulgar wants. More fully than the special outside plans, —62— Phalansteries, material institutes. Civil conscriptions and lay monasteries, Preferred by modern thinkers.” “Oh,” said the mild Wordsworth, ‘‘I know but little of such problems, for I spend most of my time sitting on a cold gray stone, watching a kitten playing with dry leaves or listening for the cuckoo’s voice.” “And often after sunset, ma’am, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer And eat my supper there.” At the banquet, Thomas Babington Macaulay and George Eliot found themselves neighbors. Macaulay, though dressed in clothing of good material, had not a fashionable appearance. Neither was he marked by repose of manner. He consented to remove his yellow kid gloves only while he dined. His conversation was brilliant and incessant. George Eliot was so exhausted by the iteady f re of antithesis to which he was subjected that her smelling salts had to be frequently brought into requisition. She seemed relieved when he said that he must leave early as he had promised to meet Horatius at the bridge. The author of Silas Marner seemed more at ease when conversing with the polisher,—nay, faultily faultless—Mr. Addison, who sat on her right. He wore a black velvet suit of the Restoration period; a powdered wig which fell over his shoulders, added to his stately appearance. After conversing with him for a time, Pope remarked: ‘‘His conversation has something in it more chamrng than I have found in that of any man! No wonder George Eliot found him interesting.” Thackeray, cultured, kindly charitable, yet with a wonderful power of looking into one’s inmost soul and seeing all one’s human weakness, added much to the evening with his bright table talk. ‘‘Take a bundle of your dear friend’s letters,” I heard him say to Ruskin—‘‘your dear friend whom you hate, now. Look at a pile of your sister’s; How you clung to each other, till you quarreled about the twenty pound legacy; Vows, love, promises, confidence, gratitude, how queerly they read after awhile.” ‘‘How queerly indeed;”-thought I. The lion of the jungle, however, was Rudyard Kipling, who came in a phantom rickshaw directly from Mandalay. He was dressed in East Indian costume with a large white turban. ‘‘He’s so very modern, dawncha knaw,” said every body. When the evening was far spent, and adieux were made, Kipling invited me to return to earth with him in his rickshaw, which invitation I gladly accepted. Shakespeare honored us by coming out to sec us off. ‘‘When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning or in rain?” he inquired. We had no time to reply, however, for the rickshaw went whizzing down at a furious rate. ‘‘I’m not used to manag- ing such an umpy, lumpy umminbird as this,” said Kipling, ‘‘Lord God of hosts, be with me yet, lest I forget which screw to turn. I wouldn’t have come in the rickshaw but they had to order a special train for Tommy Atkins today, as ill luck would have it, and there was nothing left for me but this. I don’t care how fast we go though, for I am in a tearing hurry to get home to see the dawn come up like thunder from China ’crost the bay.” I could not refrain from asking how it was that as I was not mighty with the pen, I had been so honored as to be invited to a gathering of such literary lights. ‘‘That is easy to answer,” said he. ‘‘It’s all because you arc a native of Montana, and a member of the class of 1908, at M. S. N. C., dawncha know.” C. G. M. ’08. A GOPHER. SQUEAK was the name of a young gopher. He lived with his mother, brothers, and sisters, in a cosy little burrow, made up of an intricate system of runways and tunnels. This home of Squeak’s was a most comfortable dwelling, and like all good gopher homes, it had two doorways. These doorways were at opposite ends of his home, and opened into two long halls, so that by traversing either hall he could reach the various side passages of his home. Squeak had early learned to be cautious. When just a little fellow, his mother had arranged him comfortably in his nest and after cautioning him to lie still, she had gone up into the great world above, which, as yet, Squeak had never seen. Though tucked in his cosy nest, and remembering the cautioning of his mother, still there came to Squeak an undescribable longing to visit that beautiful green world, somewhere above him. So, cautiously creeping from his nest, he made his way out into the upper world. And what a great, glorious, world it seemed to him! Here, for the first time, he felt the warmth of the sunshine. He saw the blue-birds and robins happily engaged in building their nests. The delicious aroma of green grass and flowers came to his nostrils, and Squeak was held in the spell of spring. He heard an odd scratching sound in the bushes near by, his curiosity got the best of him, and he forgot his mother’s cautions. He slid carefully over the ground; made his way noiselessly through the bushes, and horror of horrors! came upon a strange animal, a thousand times larger than himself. ‘‘Bow wow! Bow-wow!” said this monster as he bounded toward Squeak, and the poor gopher cried aloud with fear, as he ran for home as fast as his legs would carry him. He reached the entrance just in time, for upon his back, as he dived in, he felt the hot breath of his pursuer. This experience made him more heedful of his —64— mother’s teachings, for, not only had he received a fright that he would not soon forget, but when his mother came home, and learned of his escapade, she became very angry and punished him severely for his disobedinece. As Squeak grew older, he learned many things in woodcraft that all gophers must know. He knew where the most succulent roots grew; where to get the best water; where his neighbors lived; and above all, he early learned that his enemies were many. He soon became an adept in the art of escape and never strayed far from his home. He was taught that owls, minks, snakes, and many other animals were his natural enemies, and he soon learned to depend upon himself to detect their approach and baffle their designs. Above all he learned to fear man as one of the hardest enemies to elude. Unlike the other animals this one used two of his limbs to walk upon, and in the other two he sometimes carried a bright looking object, which made an awful noise, and which Squeak soon came to know as dangerous. Many were the stories that his mother told him, of relatives slain by this monster and his thunder weapon. Squeak also found out that this strange animal grew most delicious cabbage, in a garden right across the creek from his home, and he soon learned that early in the morning was the best time to fool that hated dog, and get his fill of the tempting food. After Squeak grew older, he went about with his mother, and from then his life became a series of daily escapes from enemies on every side. One beautiful morning he and his mother went out as usual, to feast in the man creature’s garden patch, but unfortunately the master’s dog had seen them coming. Like the crafty animal he was, he waited until they had got well into the patch and then he made for them. At the first sound the hound made, the mother gopher turned and ran, and so quick was she that she could easily have escaped. Not so with Squeak. He lost his head entirely and ran in the opposite direction from home. It seemed as if he were doomed indeed, for his enemy kept getting nearer and nearer, and he could find no place of protection or refuge. But his plight had been observed by the mother gopher, and although she could easily escape, she would not leave her little one in time of danger, and so, running at her utmost speed, the mother went to the rescue. She cut across the path right in front of the dog’s nose and by thus directing the chase to herself made it easy for Squeak to escape. Poor little gopher mother, she had protected her child for the last time. Tired out by her run across the field she was unable to escape her pursuer, her breath came in gasps, and her limbs were oh! so tired. The dog gained upon her at every leap. There was a sudden snap and all was over. The hound seized the little mother by the back and crushed her. In a little while, the poor weak limbs ceased to move and the soft grey eyes were closed in death. For some time after this great tragedy of his young life, Squeak’s gopher heart was heavy and sad. But he at length found pleasure in the companionship of his brothers and sisters, as well as that of his —65— neighbor gophers, and although he never forgot his heroic mother, time served to mitigate his loss. And now the sunshiny days of September had come. Squeak delighted to sit up in the doorway of his home and call to his neighbors across the way, or he took pleasure in going across the road and up on the green grass, which formed such a nice playground for him and his chum. On the other side of this grassy plot, there was a large pile of rocks, which was a never ending mystery to Squeak, for there appeared to live in it, a large number of those manlike creatures, who made such curious noises and who were continually coming from and going to another pile of rocks not far away. It was upon one of these visits to his favorite play ground, that some strange animal, who he afterwards found was a man-creature, came upon him, suddenly from behind, and Squeak found himself in captivity. He was taken to a strange place and put in a box-l’.ke structure which resisted all efforts of escape. Poor Squeak! This was a new world to him, and it took a long time before he could manifest any interest in his prison or in his captor. In time he learned to come when he was called and he accepted bottle food and caresses from the creature whom he had so feared at first. And although he and his captor became very friendly, still in his gopher heart Squeak often longed for his old life; and nature’s voice was ever calling h m. One day his prison was covered over, and in the darkness that followed he knew that he was being taken somewhere. When the covering was removed he found himself in a strange place. Many strange looking creatures were gathered around him. I Ie crouched back in one corner of his prison, his sides heaving visibly with the palpitation of his heart, so frightened was he at the ring of glaring eyes that seemed to threaten him. A huge something was thrust into the.cage; the hand of a Normal girl seized him by the back, and he was passed from hand to hand, and though unknown to his tormentors, his body was most cruelly bruised and injured. At last he was returned to his prison and throughout a long and miserable night he suffered, all alone in his agony, far from home and friends, and when in the morning the girls came to visit their pet, they found his cold and lifeless form in the bottom of that prison, which had held him so long, and from which he had now escaped forever. His head was turned toward the window, as if, even in death, he had wished to get one last look upon that beautiful world, from which he had been so ruthlessly torn. Thus was the life of Squeak ended, before his life cycle had been complete. He was a victim of man’s caprice and injustice. Let us hope that the all-wise and merciful Father has provided a promised land for gophers, wherein Squeak shall enjoy the pleasure and companionship of his martyr mother, and where life shall be one long gopher holiday and enemies be unknown. Thos. Clapp. —66— ON THE CAMPUS. —07— -—69- MUSIC “Music is evidently a necessity of our existence, and the more the taste for it is developed in its highest form the greater will be our appreciation of the good and beautiful.” Herreros. WHEN WE WERE JUNIORS. JUNIOR PRIZE SONG. (SCHOOL DAYS.) Nothing to do, Normal students? Nothing to do you say? Let’s take a look at that pile of books That you carry to class every day. Here’s the old English note-book And the history of our nation so grand; Algebra III and Biology too, Yes, you’ve plenty of work to do. CHORUS. Juniors, Juniors, dear old Junior class days, Junior year is the best of all, We always hasten to duty’s call. But when it comes to having fun All the Juniors will have some, And if they’re out late, they congregate In front of the Normal Hall. The Juniors are steady and serious, They don’t go making the rounds Of the dorm at night, hunting a fight Or stealing night dresses and gowns. They’re motto “For life not for school we learn,” They’re in for no childish play. The Juniors will work and not try to shirk. They’re on the top always. (chorus.) • j 70— Remember the Juniors of M. S. N. C. And the jolly days of yore; Professors and teachers all to be When the college days are o’er. Never forget the years of good times, And the days which so lovingly round them entwine In future years, we’ll all give three cheers And yell for old Naughty Nine. (chorus.) ORATORIO. “The Daughter of Jairus” given under the direction of Prof. Luce, March 22-23, 1907. PROGRAM PART ONE. Overture—“Morning, Noon and Night,” Suppe.......Orchestra. Bass Solo—“Good-Bye, Sweet Day,” Kate Vannah...John Evans. Concert March “Napoleon,” Siegel....Mandolin and Guitar Club. Male Chorus “Italia,” Donizetti......................... Remarks on Dr. Stainer and the Oratorio.....Dr. H. W. Tilden. PART TWO. Daughter of Jairus. No. 1—Introduction No. 2—Choral Recitative. No. 3— Recitative (Soprano) No. 4—Song (Tenor) No. 5—Recitative (Soprano) No. 6 —Recitative (Soprano) No. 7—Chorus of Unbelievers (Tenors and Basses.) No. 8—Recitative and Chorus. No. 9—Duet (Soprano and Tenor) No. 10—Trio and Chorus. Recital presented at the Normal College Hall by the Ernest Gamble Concert Party. Mr. Ernest Gamble,..................................Basso-Cantate. Miss Verna Page, Violiniste. Mr. Sam Lamberson, Pianist. PROGRAM. Schubert-Taussig................................Martch Militaire. Mr. Lamberson. Wienawski.................................. Romanse sans Paroles. ......................................Rondo elegante. Miss Page. Leslie..........................................“The Bandolero. Mr. Gamble. Dvorak.... Rubenstein Mr. Lamberson. (a) Humoresque. (b) Staccato Etud Gabriel-Marie............................ (a) La Cinquintaine. Schumann.................................. (b) Abendlied Bohm..................................... (c) Moto Perpetuo. Miss Page. Handel—(a) Recitative from “Julius Caesar,” Air from “Scipio.” Old Scotch Melody -(b) “The Bonnie, Bonnie, Banks of Loch Lomond. Old Somersetshire Ballad......................(c) Young Richard. Mr. Gamble. Liszt................................Polonaise No. 2 E Major. Mr. Lamberson. Handel..............................Largo from the Opera “Xerxes Miss Page. Chaminade....... ....Ode to Bacchus. Cornelius The Monotone. Yilliers Stanford “Oil to Philadelphial Mr. Gamble. Piano recital given by Miss Grace Maude Adams at the Normal Hall, Friday evening, April 19, 1907. PROGRAM. Yalse Caprice, in D flat................... Joseph Wienaiwski Cornet Solo—Hazeline Polka...............................Haze. Jardjne Rife. (a) Air de Ballet—Op. 30........................... Chaminade (b) Serenade—Op. 29.................................Chaminade (c) The Ripple Shelton “Pale in the Amber West” Parks High School Octette. (a) Hexentanz, (Witches’ Dance) Op. 17, No. 2........McDowell (b) Berceuse, Op. 57...................................Chopin Overture—“From Dawn to Twilight”.......................Bennett Orchestra. Hungarian Rhapsody, No. 2................................Liszt Oh, a date we all remember, Was one Sunday in December. Professor Luce said, “Please sing high.” We ascended the steps without reply. But when, he said, “Now please sing low,’ Our voices resounded from the depths below JUNIOR MUSIC. •• Monday of each week is devoted entirely to the study of how to teach music. Miss Graeter has given complete outlines of the work to be taught in each grade as the class has progressed. She also gives tests on the essentials of music. Wednesday is given up to a special class for a few members of the class who have never studied music before and consequently find it rather difficult to keep up with the progress of the entire class. On Fridays the class devotes its time to chorus work. The School of Music has been reorganized this year. To the departments of instruction of last year are added those of Pipe Organ, Theory and Harmony, Musical History and Literature, and Chamber Music. Karl Riedelsberger, Dean of the School of Music, violinist and lecturer, was born in Koenigsberg, East Prussia, Germany. He was educated by a Masonic lodge of the same city, being a pupil of Max Brode, conductor of the Symphony Orchestra of that city. He was graduated from the gymnasium at the age of sixteen, subsequently becoming a pupil of Emile Sauret at the age of eighteen. Pursuing his —73— studies still further he was graduated from the Stern Conservatory in Berlin. The future virtuoso was successively first violinist of the Berlin Theater Orchestra, the Philharmonic and the Theodore Thomas Orchestra. Since that t me he has been a conspicuous figure on the concert stage as an originator of violin lecture recitals, director of various violin and ensemble departments in different musical colleges, and for his success in winning many medals for skill in his chosen profession.” Miss Grace Graeter has studied under some of the best known professors of music in the United States and is a full graduate of the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music. She is professor of Public School Music, Pipe Organ and Piano. Miss Elsa Scharfenberg is instructor of Voice Culture and Piano. She was a pupil of Frank Powers of Iowa, Charles W. Clark of Chicago, vocal instructors; Madame Sonntag of Iowa and Emil Liebling of Chicago, instructors of piano. One of the best features of the School of Music is the recitals which are given twice a month by the faculty. Mr. Riedelsberger and Miss Graeter have given several recitals during the year, but Miss Scharfenberg has given only one, owing to her late arrival. These recitals are very interesting and at the same time very instructive. If musical talent counts for aught, At M. S. N. C. we are surely taught. Last year came Luce, the Yankee fellow, Who charmed us all with his sweet notes mellow At his “commys”’ we stopped for breath, And then sang “farster” till we longed for death. But his reign is o’er, so I’ll change my text. And now Karl Riedelsberger is victim next. He learned to play in a foreign land, And he certainly does the thing up grand. When you hear his sonatas and fugis supreme, You wonder i you are in a dream; But when he says, “Move” oh, try and be there, Because if you don’t you’ll have a night-mare. He’s short and lie’s fat and wears his hair long. So with nine rails for Karl I’ll close up my song. —74— JUNIOR SONGS, 1907. When last summer did wane We got on the train, And to Normal Hall we came; And though some were verdant, We were all fervent And Juniors we became. At first we were quiet And did not raise Wyatt, But soon we became quite game, And with lessons we battled, And thought we got rattled. We are Juniors just the same. CHORUS. Oh, early in the fall To the dear old Normal Hall, The class of ’08 Came up through the gate To the dear old Normal Hall. Oh, early in the Fall To the dear old Normal Hall, The class of ’08 Came up through the gate To the dear old Normal Hall. ii The class of ’07 With airs down from Heaven Through the halls would go; But whatever we did, Without any bid They kindly labeled us slow. But without any call, Into “Snorty” we’d fall, And Oh, to see their surprise! But how we got out They never found out; Oh, a mystery in disguise. CHORUS. —75— Ill • With honey in sheets, We stuck up their feets In dear old Normal Hall, But with faces aglow They still called us slow And gave us no credit at all. And then with the grease, Their joy to increase, In dear old Normal Hall, We smeared up the.r glasses While they were at classes, And they couldn’t see them at all. CHORUS. IV Our banner so green On Sunday was seen A-floating in the air; In our gowns so white We sure looked a fright, But the Juniors didn’t care. In the year of ’08 Things will be great And as Seniors we’ll make a hit, But when Junior buds Kindly swipe our “duds” Their g nius we’ll admit. CHORUS. i (Annie Laurie.) Now perhap; you’d like to know, What our smiling faces show, And why we’re here at all With you this year ? So we’d like to have you know, And you’d better believe ’tis so, We’re the future of this grand Old Normal School. cho. (Sweet Adeline.) For we’re the Juniors, don’t you know, And we are not considered slow; We’ll be the brightest of them all, When we appear to you next fall. . _ . —76— ii (Tramp, Tramp, Tramp. When we first came to these scenes, We weren’t glad by any means, But we asked, “What others have done Oh why can’t we?” For we’d heard from those around, That this place with horrors abound, But we’ve conquered all that came Within our power. . Cho. iii ( Yankee Doodle.) When as Sophs we entered the hall, We thought we knew it all. And the Faculty, dear, they seemed to think That we were surely game. So it does not seem so queer, And I’ll stop and mention here, That right now we’re feeling, too, Pretty much the same. Cho. i v (Oh she was a Shepherdess) Soon our Junior year came it along, Life was no grand sweet song. For our teachers, dear, they knew just what, Just what would give must joy. So with work they piled us, piled us high, We thought that we surely would have to die; But we staggered along and pretty soon We will Seniors be. Cho. COMMENCEMENT, 1908. Don your cap and black gown, do not wear a smile. Go over to the college, be preached to for a while. This is Senior Sunday. Can’t you comprehend That in greatest dignity you must approach the end ? CHORUS. Fare thee well, college days, This is the parting of the ways. Life with its troubles face, Do it with school girl’s grace. You have been schooled for life, Now your must win the strife. Struggle on, conquer all, reach the top, you’ve won. —77— Put aside your text book, keep your happiest look; Wear your prettiest dresses, be in every nook ; Life will be but pleasure for you all this week. Studies all are over and days of finals bleak. Chorus. Pack your trunk and suit case, tear out every place; If you've wept a little, wipe off every trace. College days are over, part with those you love. With this world just struggle till you meet above. Chorus. C. G. M. And the night shall be filled with music. And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. Longfellow. —78—- —81 INTRODUCTORY SOCIAL affairs at the dormitory this year have been of a somewhat different character from those of former years. There have been but few general events, that is, affairs in which all the young ladies have taken part, but the number of smaller jollifications has greatly increased. The presence of Miss Hopper in our midst, as Dean of Women, has had a marked effect upon dormitory life. In social matters especially has she taken a most active part, and aided the young hostesses by her many and helpful suggestions. COMMENCEMENT WEEK. JUNE is usually a month of gayety for the graduates. Each class vies with the other in entertaining hose who soon are to finish the college course. This year the Freshmen started the ball rolling by giving a Japanese Tea. Later the Preparatory class gave the play, “Twelfth Night,” upon the campus. Fol'owing this came the Alumni Ball, Junior Banquet, Commencement concert, Senior Play, and last, but most important of all, the final commencement exercises, which were held in the Assembly Hall, Friday morning, June twenty-firs . JUNIOR-SENIOR BANQUET. FOLLOWING the custom of some years past, the Juniors entertained the Seniors and the faculty at a banquet, which was given Tuesday evening, June the eighteenth. The parlors and dining room were prettily decorated with both the Senior Class colors, blue and gold, and those of the Junior class, green and white. Rugs, pennants, and cushions helped beautify the halls. White carnations formed the table decorations. Upon the place cards were sketches of a college girl in cap and gown. After the Juniors had received their guests in the parlors, the company went to the dining room, where the repast was served by a number of dainty maidens from the Sophomore and Freshmen classes. The toasts given were as follows: Remarks by Junior President..........Miss Myrtle Templeton Response by Senior President............Miss Altha Jeffers The Class of Naught Seven...................Miss Rose Wesch The Faculty...............................Miss Myrtle Senior —82— Response................... ..............Professor Monroe Our Matron..............................Miss Hazel Kennedy Dormitory Life..........................Miss Barbara Heeb The Monmal..................................Mr. Ward Swain Dignified Seniors.......................Miss Ida Stonecliffe The College......... .......................President Swain Selections by the sextette, a vocal solo by Mrs. Luce, and piano solos by Miss Helen Mayger and Miss lle'en Laird, added much to the evening’s eti oyment. At the close the entire company joined in singing our college song, “The ()range and Black.” o HANU SAN. THE Seniors of the class of naught seven, on the evening of June twentieth, gave a most entertaining operetta. It was preceded by a farce, “As You Like It,” presenting a scene from dormitory life and giving an outsider an idea of how the dorm gir s study, receive their mai and observe the rules. The play itself was a two act operetta in which the story is told by song and dialogue. In the first act O Hanu San, a noble Japanese beauty who is about to celebrate her eighteenth birthday, is visited by a number of Japanese ma dens who help her plan the festivities and gather flowers for decoration. Chaya, a servant, causes much amusement by her many complaints of being over-worked. In the second act two American girls and their governess, Miss Knowall, happen into the garden and, while the latter is sketching, the former steal away. The Japanese maidens return, rudely awaken the dozing governess, and pretend not to understand her explanations. Here O Hanu San enters with the young ladies and invites all to be her guests at the interesting exercises which follow. Among these the Japanese Dance and procession of lanterns are especially beautiful. PERSONAE. O Hanu San—A Japanese Girl of Position....Mignonia Durnford O Kito San—Her Cousin .......................Vltha Jeffers O Kayo San—Her Cousin........................Ethel Oliver Chaya—Her Servant....................................Mabel Barbour Nora Twin—American Girl.......................Edna Fridley Dora Twinn—American Girl.................. Birdie Allen Miss Minerva Knowall—Governess.............. Maud Stone The Mikado.....................................S. P. Wells Japanese Dancing Girls Altha Jeffers, Mattie Preston. Laura Jenkins, Lida Gilchrist, Buena Nelson, Delle Dolson, Catherine Burke, Helen Cutting, Olga Johnson. Japanese Maidens—Lavina Slocum. Ora Conway, Jean Butter, Nell Clark, Maud Baldwin Emily Slocum, Grace Davidson, Louise Wilson, Ethel Hutton, Anna Fitzpatrick, Mamie McNamara, Edith Poindexter, Mamie Harrington, Ruth Lawrence, Sophia Showers. —83— STUDYING FOR THE EXAMS. SENIOR SUNDAY. oc 1 I SMOKING THE PIPE OF PEACE. AT THE BALL. CLASS PLAY. GOODBYE. RECEPTION TO NEW STUDENTS. SOON after the opening of school in September, Mrs. Owsley and the Senior class welcomed the new students at an informal reception. A system of name cards made introductions unnecessary, so that ac-qauintances were soon made. Punch and wafers were served throughout the evening. After a short literary and musical program, the party wound up with the Virginia Reel. DORMITORY PARTY. Dillon, Mont., December 1st, 1907. My dear Cousin,— I can almost see the merry, care-free expression of your pretty face change to one of sympathetic gravity when you see the Dillon postmark on this letter. I can imagine how your thoughts will at once turn to the other letters I have written to you since the beginning of my college life; letters in which I described only the ceaseless hum of well oiled educational machinery as it ground out its wonderful knowledge and endeavored to transmit it to our overfilled brains by the help of the ever patient instructors. I noticed that the wirters of the famous letters that we were required to read in English VI generally left out the gloomy events, so I am going to put this knowledge into practical use by telling you about the Grand Ball given by the Normal girls the day after Thanksgiving. Perhaps you will smile when you see the expression “Grand Ball,“but really, Katie, I wasted five minutes trying to think of some better expression. I came to the conclusion that no other words would describe it one half as well as those we see on almost every sign-board when a dance is advertised at home. Miss Hopper had suggested having a dancing party at the Dormitory, so with her help and instruction the g rls plunged willingly into all manner of preparations for the great event. Invitations were sent to the young men of Dillon, and in most cases were joyfully accepted; various committees were appointed, and at once set about trying to outdo one another in their part of the work. Sometimes I used to wonder whether we could ever become so enthusiastic over our lessons as we did over the preparations for that dance. Girls who had formerly dragged themselves listlessly from class to class, now became the ring leaders in the preparations, and radiated sunshine wherever they went. Isn’t it wonderful how such a little thing will sometimes change the whole aspect of a place? The day of the dance dawned bright and clear, as the novelist would say. Most of us girls had been to the basket ball game the day before, and had eaten at least two Thanksgiving dinners—one in the dining room, and one in our own rooms, so we would probably have —87— stayed in bed if it had been a school morning. Not so on this morning, however. Immediately after breakfast the large dining room was cleared, and the work began. The Juniors had charge of the decorations there, and they certainly distinguished themselves then if they never do again. By supper time everything was in readiness except the girls themselves. You will now have to put yourself in the place of one of the young men if you want to get a good impression of the Grand Ball. Suppose you were one of the fortunate young men who had received an invitation. You would be admitted, upon ringing the door bell, by Albert Swain, one of the few Normal boys. You would have perhaps wondered how such a small boy could possibly belong to a Normal College, but this wonder would be nothing compared with that which you would feel when you had reached the inner hall. There you would be confronted by a black-eyed girl in a Huffy white dress, who would motion you into a beautifully decorated room across the hall. Here you would leave your hat and coat, and then the same young girl would again motion you in the direction of the stairs. At the head of the stairs you would find a very pretty girl ready to show you the way down the winding stairs. At the foot of the stairs, in a little bower of beauty, you would be welcomed by the stately Miss Hopper; and then the splendor of the ball room, with its orange and black decorations, its college pennants and pillows, would burst upon you for the first time. One of the girls on the reception committee would introduce you to pretty girls and plain girls, until you could hardly tell one from another. Now, Katie, you may change yourself back into your original form, and I will continue the description. Promptly at nine o’clock the first soft, lingering strains of the grand march penetrated every nook and corner of the spacious room, and then burst forth in one grand wave of joyful music. Before long everyone had joined the winding procession. Then the dancing began and I know you can imagine that part very well, so I shall close my letter after I have appealed to your sense of taste. About midnight delicious refreshments consisting of orange and black candy, sandwiches, pickles, cake and coffee were served by some of the Normal girls, and six of the Normal boys. In my next letter I shall endeavor to tell you about some of the wonderful results of the dancing party. Your loving cousin. —88— THE KAPPA ZETA NU SOCIETY MISS LILLIAN ADAMS, PRESIDENT. THE Kappa Zeta Nu Society is a club open only to members of the Senior class. The purpose of the organization is to promote culture and good fellowship among the Seniors. President, Vice President, Secretary, Treasurer, Historian, Critic, Sergeant, President, Vice President,4 Secretary, Treasurer, Historian, Critic, Sergeant, Officers for 1907. Miss Ruth Ward Miss Laura Maynard Miss Esther Willard - Miss Barbara Heeb Miss Anna Devine’ Miss Hazel Kennedy’ Miss Helen Laird Officers for 1908. - - Miss Lillian Adams ......................Miss Helen Laird - Miss Maude Bronson Miss Hazel Kennedy Miss Rose Wesch Miss Myrtle Templeton Miss Ida Stonecliffe —89— THE YOUNG WOMEN’S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION. MISS ANNIE LARSON, PRESIDENT. THE growth of the Young Women’s Christian Association during the past year has been very great. The association is now one of the strongest and most beneficial organizations in the college. Three delegates were sent to the state convention at Bozeman: Miss Ida Stonecliffe, Miss Annie Larson and Miss Lucy Barter. The fair held December sixth and seventh was a success in every way. Along with the work the Y. W. C. A. girls have had many good times, for informa socials have been given at intervals throughout the year. Among these w'ere a jolly “hard time social” and an advertisement evening. Officers for 1907. President Miss Ida Stonecliffe Vice President,.................................Miss Barbara Heeb Secretary, - - - - - - Miss Lulu Rumbaugh Treasurer, Miss Lora Maxwel —90— Officers for 1908. President, Miss Annie Larson Vice President,................................Miss, Bessie Hogeland Secretary, - - - - - Hiss Bertha Davidson Treasurer, Miss Lora Maxwell MISS BESSIE HOGELAND, PRESIDENT. THE Public Speaking Club, which was organized by Miss Carson in the fall of nineteen six to give the members of the English six and seven classes practice in public speaking, meets once a week during the PUBLIC SPEAKING CLUB. —91— school year. The programs consist of essays and recitations and, once a month, of brief addresses on current events. The officers are: President,.................................Miss Elizabeth Hogeland Vice President,....................................Miss Anna Hagen Secretary, ......................................Miss Olive Robbins Executive Committee, Misses Gail Beusciilein and Sylvia Black oratorical association. MISS BESSIE RALSTON, PRESIDENT. THE Oratorical Association of the Montana State Normal College, which gives opportunity for effort in public speaking among the students, was organized near the close of the first semester and the following placed in office: Miss Bessie Ralston, president; Mr. Jacob Vogel, rice-president ; Miss Ethel Dauterman, secretary and treasurer. A preliminary contest is held in April in which any regular student of the college may take part. The winner of this contest and the one receiving second place represent the college at the State Oratorical Meet, which was this year in Helena. At this time the representatives of the state colleges compete for honors. —92— THE GERMAN CLUB. THE German Club was organized early in the year by Miss Thor-myer. A new feature was introduced this year, that of playing German games. The game of proverbs has afforded much pleasure as well as instruction. During the course of the year several of the members have favored the club with a story, recitation or musical selection. The membership of the club is quite large, including several who are not at present students of Miss Thormyer. —93— PRIZE DRAWINGS f). dofWUiAA xs tmm( cveto vj oum —94— —95— 96— ATHLETICS —97— The GO OH! Oh! Oh! See here, fellows, you’ll have to calm your exuberant spirits. How, in the name of all that’s wonderful, do you suppose I can write up the “Go” for the “Annual” if you keep up that infernal noise? Put those gloves away and stop pummeling each other for tonight, You've broken about six dollars worth of furniture already and have gotten me so rattled that I don’t know whether I am writing about the “Go” or a boxing match. You say you will stop the boxing exhibition if I will relate the events of that auspicious occasion. All right, anything to keep you quiet. Draw your chairs up to the table and sample some of that fudge, while 1 enlighten your befogged intellects. Oh, you need not —98— look askance at the fudge. I didn’t make it. I bought it from the Y. W. C. A. I hereby renounce all responsibility as to consequences, although, if worst comes to worst, I’ll promise you a Christian burial. The “Go”, as you perhaps know, is-a college institution, and as such is held in most sacred reverence. An established yearly custom, such as it has become, demands the hearty support of all the students, and woe to the one who belittles or ridicules it. The many anticipations for a favorable day were more than realized this year, for the morning we left the college was one of October’s expressions of the ideal. The wagons, which carried the students and members of the faculty to the appointed rendezvous, started early, so that noon found a healthy, hungry crowd of people awaiting dinner, within the confines of Sheep Canyon. All the “Goers,” with the exception of the men of the party, seemed to enjoy themselves while waiting. But somehow we six or eight henpecked individuals seemed to be shrouded in gloom. First it was skirmish around and gather wood to make a fire, incidentally running a full grown tree under the nail of the index finger of the right hand, and then smiling gratefully, while some sympathetic female jabbed around in your anatomy with a hat pin as she vainly attempted to remove the intruder. Then came the hunt for water. Advance scouts sent on ahead returned and reported signs of water about ten miles down the canyon; so bidding farewell to all our friends, and consigning our worldly goods to a pawn broker in the crowd, we sallied forth, armed with tubs, coffee pots, buckets, and tea cups. In the course of time we returned heavily laden. After dinner the crowd set oil in parties of from six to a dozen, to climb the adjacent cliffs, each apparently trying to see who could come the nearest to breaking his own or somebody else’s neck. Some of the girls, getting tired of so tame a sport as hanging by the tips of the fingers to the face of a cliff, fifty feet high, decided to have some target practice, one of them having found a small twenty-two rifle in one of the wagons. A tin can was placed upon a stump, at a distance of about twenty feet from the marksmen, and the bombardment began. Those girls sure were experts with a gun all right. If there was anything within a radius of a quarter of a mile, from that tin can, that they did not hit, I couldn’t find it. And just think, that tin can was not even scratched, they didn’t spoil it a bit. After enjoying ourselves by climbing one of the roughest mountains, a mountain, in fact so rough that one of the fellows was pleased to remark that when the Grand Architect made that part of Beaverhead county, he must have gone down to Dillon to see a ball game, and let the “kids” finish the job we men folks started for camp. When we were about half way back, Professor A., who was slightly in advance of the rest of the party, stopped suddenly and seemed to be gazing excitedly at the base of a near-by cliff. Noticing the tense alertness of his manner, we hastened up and were rather startled to have him point out a bear across the canyon. By this time Professor B. had come up, and he thoroughly convinced some of the most skeptical of the party —99— as to the identity of the animal, proving by means of the adaptive coloring on the end of the snout that Professor A’s. find was undoubtedly a bear. At once we formed ourselves into a ways and means committee to discuss how to secure Mr. Bruin’s pelt. After Professor B’s. suggestion that we chloroform the animal had fallen fiat, we decided to send on to camp for the twenty-two rifle. At this juncture, a hunter arrived on the scene and he very obligingly tendered us the loan of his trusty rifle. Professor A. gallantly stepped to the front and offered to jeopardize life and limb for the safely of the rest of the party. Leaning the gun upon a nearby rock he took careful aim and fired. Several times he fired into the dark body at the base of the cliff, but to no effect. Each in turn, now, took a plug at the bear, with like success. Finally one of the men, more bold than the rest, seizing the rifle, advanced to the foot of the cliff and there, horror of horrors, found the charred and bullet-riddled body of a stump! After swearing eternal secrecy we filed into camp, where we found the rest of the party-awaiting us. After eating a hearty supper, return preparations were at once made, and about six o’clock, the party started back to town. Aside from the customary fa nting spells, the trip home was a howling success. When we arrived in town we drove through the streets howling, yelling, and singing. Indeed such a horrible noise did we make, that some of the uninitiated citizens of the town were terrified by vis-sions of a blood-thirsty mob carrying destruction n its wake. After we thought that we had disturbed all the people possible, the wagons were driven to the college, wheie the girls once more gave themselves into the charge of the matron. The men of the party returned to town, being careful to dodge irate citizens whose lumbers had been disturbed by visions of fire, murder, and sudden death. And although they had grumbled and growled whenever possible, still they privately agreed that, as one of the girls expressed it, “they had had just the dandiest time,” and although no one voiced the thought, I am sure that each fellow had a sort of lingering regret that the “Go” comes but once a yrear. TENNIS. TENNIS has always been popular with us, but never more so than last fall. The occasion of he tida wave of en husiasm was a tournament organized by P of. Robbins. Mr. Yearian of the Post Office store offered to the champion a fine racquet and set, a prize worth the effort indeed. Sixteen entered the lists, seniors predominating, The preliminary was played in twos for two sets out of three. The eight winners again paired off and played for two out of three sets, until this survival of the fittest left two champions in the arena, Misses Stella Duncan —100— and Caroline Wells. They played the final for three sets out of five. Miss Wells, of class naughty nine, carried off the prize, to the vast elation of the Juniors, who were at that time in daily danger of falling under the senior axe. The contestants were the center of interest during the days of the tournament. When the weather was not too cold, their plays were applauded by a crowd of admiring students. Prof. Robbins was always at his post, training the players in overhand and side drives and the best back hand positions for returns. Somehow the girls could never get the boys to develop enough chivalry to travel into the next township after balls batted there by some energetic senior, so Prof, Robbins invoked the Higher Powers to build a sky-scraping, winged, back-stop. The players in the next tournament will therefore have no such troubles unless they send a ball upward out of reach of the earth’s gravity. The weather man was not always interested in tennis, notably on the occasion of the final. It was a cold, raw day. No spectators ventured out to view the lists. The two brave contestants donned their tennis shoes, mitts, and fur boas. Resolutely they played out the sets, while Prof. Robbins, blue with cold, danced a scalp dance to keep his blood from congealing. The outlook for tennis is better than ever. We now have space for three courts between the back-stops, on a spot of the campus declared immune to spring fever or the melancholia of autumn days. A tennis set will be a good investment now. It declares over 100 percent dividends in fun, health, and added zest for work. A number of students were heard to make a New Year’s resolve not to let the study tail wag the college dog any longer, and to take a hand in out door sports. The business men of the city are always glad to show their appreciation of the students by offering such prizes as Mr. Yearian gave last fall, adding a spicy zest of competition to the sport. BOUT the middle of January, nineteen-eight, some restless spirits, _ one of them a faculty member, conceived the idea of constructing a skating rink on the campus. They attacked the apparently hopeless proposition with a grit born of several years’ wrestling with high school and college courses. First came the question of water supply. If the cold water poured down the backs of the promoters by students and city officials could have been utilized, it would have filled the rink. At length the city fathers, however, on the intercession of President Swain and Professor Mosher, gave the boys the glad hand. “Get the fire hose, boys,” they said, “and tap the hydrant. We admire your grit, but J. W. V. ’09. THE SKATING RINK. —101— condemn your judgment.” So, for two weeks some lonesome figures were to be seen on the tenniscourts, toiling behind wheelbarrows and at the end of shovels. In their zeal, two of the boys even forgot one Tuesday to attend General Ex. After they had wheeled tons of cinders, and banked up a big levee, the builders surveyed their work and called it good. The water commissioner had next to be captured to open the hydrant. That busy and elusive official was finally overtaken near the Idaho line, and his aid was secured. A hose cart, escorted by many high ofiicials, by the city fathers, and numerous prominent citizens, was rushed to the scene by four athletic college boys. A fire stream soon made a respectable lake. The enterprising promoters again received congratulations on their grit, with the accompanying assurance that the water would seep and evaporate before it froze. The hose was returned to its resting place. Peace settled down over the athletic field. The ice froze to a glassy sheet. Warm days softened the surface, but the tireless promoters were on the scene with an inch hose and flooded or sprayed it till it was as good as new. Snow storms but gave the added pleasure of sweeping. While the zealous boys were arduously pushing the long scrapers, suddenly from the basement of the dorm would come a battallion of dormitory amazons armed with brooms As they deployed on the ice the snow would fly before them in white clouds. Soon the field would be flashing with the skates of the victors. At four-thirty-five, each day, the students would take their books and troubles to the dorm', leave them there, don smiles and gaily colored sweaters, and go for a spin on the ice. Soon dozens of steel-shod feet would twinkle and flash back and forth. “Skate the Dutch roll backward,” “May I have the next skate?” “O-Oh, we’re running right into-” “Perfectly fine today,” “Look out for that bump,” “Raised it on the ice where I fell on it yesterday,” “Skates fine,” “Like to see that couple,” “O gee! I am glad, they fell once,” “Holland rink in,” “Can you skate the French roll?” “Let’s go around again,” are fragments carried off the pond by the evening breezes. Shrieks and laughter come from where a tandem has piled up. Another string of six girls flashes by, all swinging in perfect rhythm. Did you ever see anything prettier? Hand in hand, tandem, and singly, they circle and glide in and out. A number are just learning. They wobble about on uncertain feet, like the baby just learning to walk. When they feel their centers of poise failing, they make a great deal of noise. Then someone comes to the rescue, and tows them in to shore. Often however, aid comes too late, and the whole rink vibrates with the crash. Prof. Monroe recommended the rink to his physics classes for the study of the law of falling bodies at first hand. Many beginners seem constantly searching close to the ice for their lost equilibrium. The week after, they will be shooting around the rink with the best skaters. It is a Saturday evening in February. In a corner of the rink the boys have built a big bonfire. Several corn poppers are snapping. —102 The girls are singing. More skaters come out from the dorm with skates jingling over their shoulders. The firelight flashes across the pond on the gay sweaters and steel-shod heels. Popcorn goes around in bushels. There is plenty of room for all on the benches around the big fire, and no one thinks of going in till ten. For next year we have plans for a bigger, better rink. It will be electrically lighted, and cover the athletic field. A daily spraying with the fire hose will keep the ice in a glassy state. There will be plenty of room for ice hockey and kindred sports. Tall skaters will not need to seek the center of the pond when falling, to avoid hitt ng the shore. We look forward to a long season of fine skating on a rink kept in the best of condition. It will be one of the finest assets of our athletic department. J. W. V’. ’09. THE THANKSGIVING BASKET BALL GAME. FOR weeks an impatient crowd of basket ball enthusiasts had listened to the reports of the condition of the two teams, and had looked forward to the great Thanksgiving annual game to be played between the Montana State Normal College and the Beaverhead County High School. These two teams were old rivals, though for several years the High School team had held the championship ; and the Normal felt that they must gain the honors this year for their col ege. The line-up was as follows: Normal—Clapp, center; Tom and Wilbur Gilbert, baskets; Vogel and Carroll, guards. High School Brundage, center; Stewart and Barnett, baskets; Decker and Davis, guards. As the two teams came out on the floor a roar went up from the spectators. Public Opinion was so evenly divided and hearty support so closely tied that when one shout rang out for our boys in black and orange, equally loud applause responded for the boys in cardinal. The choice of goals was not of much importance and soon the shrill whistle of the referee, Stahl, announced the beginning of the first half and hushed the anxious onlookers. Our players at first played a careful, conservative game and the High School succeeded in scoring but Tom and Wilbur Gilbert soon began to assume their natural, easy, skillful playing and tied the score. Again and again this same thing occurred while every Nor-malite eagerly watched the efforts of our royal representatives until time was called, with a score slightly in favor of the High School. —103— During the intermission a fifteen minute game was played well and skillfully by the High School girls. Now for the mighty outcome, every man was in his place. Cool, though eager for the championship honors, the five boys from the hill waited for the ball to be tossed up in the center while the entire Normal aggregation urged them on with the popular school yells and songs. Again the whistle is blown and the ball is put in play. Fast and furious both teams play, each man trying to do his work to the utmost and assuming the responsibility of his fellow players. Hasty kicks and knockout blows are given, and received in profusion. From one end of the hall to the other the ball is hurled back and forward, across and back, chased and fought for by both sides. Although roughness had no point in the game it was used to good advantage by both sides. Each team was determined to win, and tackling, kicking, bunting, shoving, and almost every other football methcxl was brought to play. Now and then a score was made, first one side gaining a point and the other side tying the score. — 104— The Normal boys “held their own,” and surprised the audience by skillful and almost impossible “stunts.” Although the High School “pulled up” the highest score, the Montana State Normal College gave them the race of their lives and a few pointers in the game. Clapp played a careful and skillful game and managed to keep his opponent from making a single field throw. Wilbur Gilbert as usual was the Napoleon of the team, throwing baskets and playing every place in the game just at the right time. He astonished the crowd and won round after round of applause. Tommy Gilbert also did fine playing, handling Davis with one hand and Decker with the other. Carroll’s guarding kept Stewart busy all the time, and Vogel was there “with the goods,” not allowing Barnett to score a single point. L. M. A. —105— DORMITORY HOMES. —106— —107— CALENDAR. Jan. 1st, 07—Feb. 3rd, ’08. Jan. 1.—Chinook’s third birthday. Jan. 7.- School begins again for six months’ hard work. Jan. 26.—Public Speaking Club gives a reception for itself. Jan. 29.—Mrs. Squire and Mr. Robbins entertain ’07 Seniors. Feb. 4.—New semester opens.. Feb. 15.—I)r. Swain gives Seniors a sleigh ride which ended up with a big feed. Feb. 18. Some Juniors entertain “Donkey Dozen.” Feb. 28. Juniors make vain Seniors hunt new mirrors. The grease is so thick they can’t see themselves. Mar. 6.—Miss McConnell and Miss Negley entertain. Mar. 16.—Gertie Heisey initiated into Kappa Zeta Xu. Mar, 19.—The Quick Delivery is popular at the Dorm. Mar. 24. — Sunday. Chas. Hanson was seen on the campus shaking the trees. We wonder why? Mar. 31.—Don visits dorm. Wonder why he doesn’t come oftener. “Don’t know many of the girls.” April 1.—Oh, the Seniors in History of Ed. Tried to cut Mrs. Squire quite dead. But a half Of the class, They were pikers alas; And the rest Took a test The dear subject to pass; And tho’ now all their hearts are as lead, They come meekly to History of Ed. April 4.—The Seniors entertain the Faculty in Sorority rooms and they all take another glimpse at childhood days. April 9. School elections heard from. Helen C. comes up three steps at a time. April 12.—Helen Mayger is sweet on the “Hall.” We wonder if she likes the rest of the house as well. April 16.- Arbor Day. Seniors go on a picnic and are served with honey by the Juniors on their return. —108— April 18. Bessie Collier accepts position of assistant teacher in Algebra. April 28. Election of Junior class officers and annual staff. April 24. ()h where, oh where are my clothes? I cannot, 1 cannot wear those! At the poor farm you say? O ye Gods! what a day! I’ll go mad, but 1 must find my c othes. My beautiful, beautiful clothes! Though they're neither white nor small. It's been a long week Since the picnic at least. O Juniors, please bring back my clothes. May 7. Students become indignant and sign a petition. May 25. Kappa Zeta Nu sells ice cream and cake to help give Juniors a feed. May 29. Ward Swain entertains and in-cidenta lv brings Barbara home. May 30. Y. W. C. A. make the best of the holiday and give a social afternoon. Fritz buys Helen some ice cream. May 31.—Juniors entertain the Sorority. June 9.—junior Sunday. Junior flag floats in the air. Juniors don white caps and gowns. June 15.—Wood ready for pow-wow but alas it rained. Postponed. June 16. Baccalaureate sermon. June 17.—Preparatory class give play. Alumni ball. June 18. Junior Banquet. Exams begin. June 19. Senior reception. Alumni and Seniors smoke pipe of peace. June 20. — Senior class play. Boys give a farewell serenade. June 21.—Graduation exercises and all pull for home. Hurrah! Sept. 6.—School begins again. Can’t realize we have to be dignified Seniors. Sept. 9.—Tears of sorrow. J. Ward bids us good-bye. Sept. 12.—First meeting of Sorority. Sept. 15.—Edith Noyes tries to run off with Charlie Hanson. Sept. 17.—Seniors rescue Freshies from cook’s window. —109— Sept. 19.—Seniors and Mrs. Owsley entertain the other students and the Faculty. Sept. 20.—Dormitory hop—rather informal though. Sept. 22. Vogel brings L. Maynard home from church. Sept. 24.—Prof. Mosher notices how the girls comb their hair. Sept. 2(3. Alarm spreads that the Dean’s boxes have arrived. New members taken into the Sorority. Sept. 27.—Y. W. C. A. hard time social. Oct. 3. — Who said GO? Seniors said Go, You GO, I GO, All day GO. Oct. 2.—Dean arrives. Oh my! Oct. 7.— Anna Devine and Helen Laird are called up on Dean’s new carpet. Oct. 9.—Geography reviews over. Glad? Well, I guess. Oct. 12. Myrtle Templeton and Clara Marcille called up before the President for making fudge. Oct. 14. Twenty girls have big feed for twenty cents. Oct. 21.—Preps give spread in the laundry. Oct. 31.—Seniors have to study for an exam. Preps p ay havoc with Dean. Nov. 1. Peer sign out on the dormitory. Dr. Swain uses a board for a pointer. Nov. 2.—Bird loses mustache. Nov. 25.— Thanksgiving day—B. C. II. S. beat M. S. N. C. at Basket Ball. Nov. 26.— Dormitory bal . M ss Hopper has $100 gown spoiled. Mr. • Mosher and L. Maynard try to make the dorm tory a mass of ruins by knocking out one of its supports. Nov. 26. A. M. Arriva of Lieut. S mpson. P. M. Arriva’ of white kid gloves. no— 4 Nov. 28.—Juniors use backstops for clothes lines. Seniors all pass in School Hygiene. Dec. 2.—President Swain gives Seniors a surprise. 8:10 Exams. 8:15 Seniors leave room. Dec. 18.—Clara Marcille changes her waist just before Algebra III. We wonder why. Dec. 19.—Vacation begins. All but 22 girls go home. Jan. 5, ’08.—Back from X’mas vacation. Someone overheard this remark: “My, but it is a long time from X’mas to June.” Jan. 6.—A. M. Wish I were home. P. M. Much sickness (?) Jan. 18.—Opening of skating rink. Jan. 25.—A fish, a bell and a bird seen on the skating rink. Jan. 31.—Ending of first semester. n WAD SOME pdw’r the: cietie DIE LI 5 TD SEE URSELS AS □ THERE SEE US —113— SLAMS ROSE WESCH’S FUDGE PARTY. One Sunday night we nearly starved, For tea was light you know; And none of us could help it, Because we lacked the “dough.” So we who were religious Went out to face the worst; But Rosa said, “They shall not starve, “FI make some fudges first. Now Maudie dear, you he p me And loan your porcelain pan; And Peg has got some milk in there I’ll borrow if I can.” “But what will you do for butter?” . Said Maudie G. so wise. “Oh, Clara’s got a little,” And she never blinked her eyes. “Oh, but you can’t cook it Without some alcoho .” “Well, Anna, has a bottle, And she won’t care at all.” “But, Rosa, they won’t loan sugar, And surely you wouldn’t swipe.” “Indeed I would to save them, Maude, don’t be such a snipe. Just run down to Marcilly’s And get her little lamp And soon the smell of fudges Will flavor up the camp. And now I need some chocolate Ere this candy I can make, I know the Maynards wouldn’t care If a piece of their s I’d take.” Then she cooked the mixture Stirred with a borrowed spoon, And even did the cooking In a borrowed room. At last, “The fudge is done, dear, Bring down the platter here.” —114— Said Maude, “where shall I get one?” In tones that sounded queer. “Now, Maude, you know I own one,” Said Rose with wounded pride, “If I did not, to make this fudge I never would have tried.” “All right,” said Maudie Griffin With a look of new-born hope, “And now the girls are home Let’s pass around the dope.” While we ate the candy Rose her sins confessed. But upon our tasting it We ranked her with the blest. After the last Chinook, Mr. Clark ( as he puts a drawing on the board.) “I hope there are no members of the next Chinook staff present.” IN ECONOMICS. Clara M: “If Willie should propose to you it would be a revolution—i, e, is so sudden.” Rosa W: “No, kid, it would be an evolution because it has been so gradual.” Myrtle T.: “Well, girls, I guess I’ll wash the isthmus that connects my head and body.” When Robbins grew that bright red beard, Everybody looked so skeered. He went home so sleek and fine. -115— But Mama said, “Oh, you, not mine.” Olive laughed, “Kiss you? Indeed! I.never could stand a big hay seed.” Dad grinned, then gave him twenty-five cents. “My son, to the barber’s get thee hence.” Professor (In physiology): “What part of the body has the lowest temperature ?” Bright Junior: “The feet.” Helen Laird by her musical talent won Fritz Huber, a little Dutch gallant.” Came to Dillon To go to college, We’ll go home Full of knowledge. THINGS NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN. Annie Devine’s “Wise Look.” Rose Wesch’s “Teddy Bear.” Stoney’s aversion to given names. Clara Marcille’s “Joe Boots.” Maude Griffin’s “Six dollars.” Helen Mayger’s “Horse Back Rides.” Myrt Templeton’s “Lad from the Emerald Isle.” Edith Noyes’s “Idaho Claim.” Helen Laird’s “Jewelry Store.” Maude Bronson’s “Weekly Epistle from Andy.” Eva Bower’s “Narratives.” Fanny Torreyson’s ‘ Lengthy Discourses.” Barbara Heeb’s “Room-mates.” Eva Stocker’s “Algebra III.” Fern Clark’s “Brilliant Questions.” Bessie Fowler’s many frivolities. Edith Maynard’s room-mate. Laura Maynard’s sister. Myrtle Senior’s silent wit. Ruth Ward’s ‘Bozeman Friend.” Bessie Collier’s miniature stature. Lillian Adam’s jewelry engraved with B. Esther Willard’s penmanship. Mary Bennett’s dimples. Eleanor Poindexter’s ENNUI. Mabel Selway’s fall in the ditch. Hazel Kennedy’s love for name, “Alex.” —116— • - ■ . SIDE LIGHTS ON THE JUNIORS. Helen Moran—“Love without brains.” Mildred Negley—“Rush onward, O Time, in your flight, and make me a Senior just for tonight.” Grace Johnson—“A mighty hunter, and her prey was man.” Nellie Taylor—“And her big manly voice, turning again towards childish treble, pipes and whistles in its sound.” Emily Brown—“Labor is itself a pleasure.” Berna Schroeder—“Less judgment than wit, more sail than ballast.” Thomas Clapp—“None but himself can be his parallel.” Gladys Franks—“Never trouble trouble, till trouble troubles you.’ Caroline Wells—“Don’t put too sharp a point to your wit, for fear it will get blunted.” Marguerite Noeth—“No one need be surprised at anything anyone, particularly a woman, does in connection with love.” Esther Powers—“A little learning is a dangerous thing.” . Eleanor Schmidt -“Charms strike the sight, but merits win the soul.” Edna McConnell—“They always talk who never think.” Sylvia Black—“Soprano, basso, even the contralto, Wished her five fathoms underneath the Rialto.” Bessie Story—“I am not in the ro 1 of common men.” Gail Beuschlein—“Let me take you down a buttonhole lower.” Katherine O’Donnell—“A snapper up of unconsidered trifles.” Ethel Dauterman—“Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.” Bessie Hogeland—“The working world understand that the only man who really knows things, is the man who can do things.” Anna French—“Bad in the best, tho’ excellent in neither.” Louise Lower—“Flowery language is permissible only when the flowers are fresh.” Gertrude Nelligan—“What a pity it is that the beautiful mantle of silence usually has a few holes in it.” Anna Hagen—“Convince the world that you can do without it, and you will seem so wonderful it will clamor for you.” Bessie Ralston—“The deeper the feeling, the less demonstrative will be the expression of it.” Gertrude Thompson—“Stay at home in your mind, don’t recite other people’s opinions.” Jacob Vogel—“Afraid! of whom am I afraid!” Jessie Montgomery—“There is nothing noble in being superior to some other man.” Agnes McMenamy—“While there’s life there’s hope.” Alice Kilne-—“Vessels large may venture more, But little boats must keep near shore.” Agnes Rossi ter—“Let your speech be better than your silence, or be silent.” —117— Elizabeth Ilaggeity—“I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute.” Emma More -‘‘She was of a lean body and visage, as if her eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of her body, desired to bite a hole thru’ it.” Clara Goodrich—“There’s a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.” Olive Robbins—“A maiden never silent.” Lucy Barter—“Better ate than never.” Nevada Wall—“Little children shou d be heard as well as seen.” Katherine Sullivan—“With just enough learning to misquote.” Anna Larson—“Paul came and saw and conquered.” Edna Ketchum—“I love the song of the bird.” Luc a Johnson—“Her stature tall, I hate a dumpy woman.” Pea 1 Eaton—“Say what you mean, then don’t apologize.” Mary McManus “Thy retiring disposition makes thee a stranger.” Bertha Dav dson—“Oh, maiden demure, thou art not for the twentieth century.” Mr. Clark: “What interests you most. ” Miss Marci le (under her breath); “Matrimony.” Girl: “She has bovine eyes.” M. Gr ffin: “Well, what in the world are they?” Student: “What is the new girl’s name?” Mr. Fenner: “Miss Rockridge.” Student: “No, that isn’t it, is it?” Mr. Fenner: “Oh no, it s Stonecliffe.” Clara: “Please don’t write on my face, I’m not a tablet.” Helen: “No, you’re a blank.” Dillon, Montana, March 14, 1909. To the Honorable Esteemed Board of the School of Paradise, Montana. Most Kind Chairman of Said Board: There has transcended to my auditory apparatus thru the vibrations of the medium known as air the overwhelming knowledge that a vacuum has been produced in your pedagogical seminary of intellectuality. The humble scribe of this epistle cherishes the fond hope that she may be able to impart her services in said capacity. The compensation must be worth considering, the duties not too manifest and irksome to discharge. There must be a genial, genteel, durable, biological specimen of masculine species to cater to my worldly pleasures. Yours most efficiently, Amelia Cordelia Celia Caux, —118— PRESCRIPTIONS FOR SENIORS PRESCRIBED BY DR. JUNIOR. For: Lillian Adams after auto-rides—Berries. Fern Clark—Leather bound Hymn Book. Front seat in Heaven. Bessie Fowler—A nurse in a Ward. Edith Maynard—Two letters a week stamped Dillon. Maude Griffin—Another Rose. Mabel Selway—Needs another Doc(tor.) Myrt e Templeton—A school with fifty lively boys. Fannie Torreyson—Sunday afternoon rides. Ruth Ward—An osteopath. Clara Marcille—Better food—more rest. Helen Laird German favors. Why is Beth light? Because she is a Feather(stone.) Why doesn’t Mary shine now? Ben it (Bennett.) Why isn’t Gail a gale? Because she is a little bush. Why isn’t Sylvia White? Because she is Black. Why is Thomas happy? Because he Clapp (s). Why isn’t Mae a couch? Because she is a Davenport. Why is Bessie a bird ? Because she is a Fowl(er)’ Why isn’t Gladys deceitful? Because she is Frank (s). Why isn’t Anna Dutch? Because she is French. Why isn’t Emily blue? Because she is Brown. THE GO. morn at half past eight, All the hayracks stood at the gate, Some were piled up high with lunch, Others were filled with a jolly bunch. With a shout and a laugh and a hip, hip hooray, The hayiacks started—We were on our way. So along we jolted past many bowers, And when we got there the place was ours. The fire was built, the coffee was made, Then our plans for a jolly day we laid. The lunch to the chaperones we left, —119— And soon of their charges they were bereft ; But as we were leaving we heard some one say, “Children, children don’t wander away.’’ We looked around and there on the green, In all her majesty stood our new dean. Then to the Faculty she did turn “Now, boys and girls,’’ was all we did learn, With a knowing look, and a great big grin We hurried away to keep the giggles in. Soon lunch was called and if you’d seen the sight, You’d know the size of our appetite. We rambled around the whole afternoon, And time to go home came all too soon. We piled in the hayracks, a tired crowd, But the shouting this time was not so loud. Everything went on all right Until Sheep Canyon was out of sight; Then from the hayrack that was in front, Came the shout—“Stop! Here’s a faintin’ stunt!” The days of Raleigh were soon revived As Gilbert spread his coat out wide The fainting maid called out distressed, “Can’t you see I’m unconscious? Oh let me rest.” Then Miss Thormyer for brandy shouted, But just who drank it is somewhat doubted. While one gasped for breath beneath the moon, rfg One in the hayrack tried to swoon. Another cry for “Help!” went ’round The boys went in with one big bound; Clapp grabbed a hand and took his place, (If And held it with experienced grace, A bashful maiden withdrew her hand, “Oh why this boldness I demand?” Clapp looked around at the little saint; “I beg your pardon, who did faint?” By this time all had scrambled in, Only .a few noticed Tom’s chagrin And now this story is often told About Tommy Clapp, our gallant bold. With song and story we wended our way, And all agreed ’twas a glorious day. The lights of the dorm were soon in sight, And with a tired sigh we said “good-night.” , ,-r —120— CUPID ON THE WIRE. Voice: “Hello, Central, give me the dorm.” Pause. “May I speak to Miss Devine?” Longer pause. Anna: “Hello.” Voice: “Hello, Anna, do you know who this is?” Anna: “Why, yes. Isn’t it-------?” (Smothered laugh.) Voice: “Good guesser. How could you tell?” Anna: “Why I could tell your voice anywhere. Are you here for anything special? I didn’t think you were coming so soon.” Voice: “I’m over here on business for the State Fair, but you know that’s only of minor importance,” Soft giggles --------“May I come up to see you tomorrow afternoon about two?” Anna: “Oh, can’t you come earlier? Say abont ten? You know we shall be together just so much longer.” Voice; “All right I’ll be there at ten then. Good by. Don’t forget.” Anna: “Good-by. Be sure to be on time.” Voice: “Good-by.” Anna: “Good-by.” If years count for knowledge Where M. Negley goes to college, Then she’ll have an education Hard on Bacon’s reputation. NOTICE. The Bird has invited his various friends to attend an old time “hop” in the trees with his kinsmen. The function is to be held early in June. A high time is anticipated. Miss Torreyson: “Mr. Robbins, do you know ‘A Dear Little Girl?’” Mr. Robbins: “Why, yes, I know several.” AT THE GO. Eleanor Schmidt: “I want a spoon.” Prof. Mosher: “Then we’ll have to go to a more secluded place than this.” A visitor (after attending General Ex.) “Man seemeth the only growth that dwindles here.” Professor C----sent an application. He sent it after much hesitation. When the reply came back, he grabbed a fan For it said, “We w-ant a married man.” —121— F—riendly. R—ational. E—loquent. S—nappy. H—andy. M—atter-of-fact. E—uphonical. N—ecessary. P—unk. R—ash. E—asy. P—etty. S—marties. My name is microbe, A Bacillus am I, My home is all over, I’m small but 0, my! Prof. Clark. SUNSHINE AFTER STORM. Wakened from my peaceful slumbers By a sort of rustling sound, I sat up and rubbed my eyelids, Drowsy, slowly gazed around. All was dark and gloomy and dusky In our simple little room. Something spoke a little husky, Then I saw it was the broom. He had somehow got his fingers Twined round half a dozen books. Ah, I knew them for my studies By their shabby, well-worn looks. First he set one down quite gently, Rather, stood her on a chair; She looked at me most sadly Then began to tear her hair. After that she spoke so solemn: “I’m your Hist’ry, as you know, And you haven’t treated me With the kindness that you owe. —122— “Monday, Wednesday, Tuesday, Thursday, In two weeks you did not heed, Though I tried to make you see me; Yes, I tried, tried hard indeed.” Now down dropped my anxious Chem'str} Took my weeping Hist’ry’s hand: “Twas my fault,” he spoke up gently, “For my part had not been planned.” Then down stepped the haughty Geom’try Hastily from the broom’s long arm, “Take it cool and all so calmly, When we all have suffered harm.” Then he struck the peaceful Chem’stry With his muscular right arm, Then she fell with one last flutter And a scream'of wild alarm. Next the English came to rescue With the proper dignity: “Just what all this fuss is over Is a mystery to me. “Haven’t I been ten times slighted When you all have had a treat?” Now the brawny old Geom’try All for him was sure defeat. Then Miss English fixed her firm glance With its cold and scornful look Right upon my half dazed count’nance With great power for a book. “You’re a vile, hard evi’-doer, And were I the judge of you. For you crimes you sure would suffer, And say for the judgment too. “First you made your faithful Hist’ry Grow so old and lose its hair; And there lies your dying Chem’stry Groaning by this very chair “And you know how we’ve been slighted, Both Geometry and I, Such should rightly make your heart ache Till you’d wish that you could die.” —123— All the books came from the shelf to Know what all this noise might be; With their pushing and their shuffling They did fairly frighten me. With a scream I grasped the bed clothes, Drew them far above my head Oh, that haughty, angry English! And the cruel words she said! Did she know how hard my heart ached ? Could she feel my trhobbing head ? Did she know how I had suffered, And had almost wished me dead ? Then my mother gently smiled, As I pushed the covers back; And the sun peeped through the crevice In a Rocky Mountain shack. No more of those weary school days, With their care as well as play. I was free for my vacation. “Breakfast now, dear. It’s broad day.” M. S. FIRST TO LAST. First I was a lightsome Freshman Trying hard to make a hit. When I came to be a Junior That old shoe, it wouldn’t fit. Not in constant steady trying Would my changeful nature seek For the prize that’s worth the gaining. Teachers thought I was a freak. When I came to be a Junior, I began to settle down. Then my face began to lengthen And my brow to wear a frown. Though I still could chat and chatter And could quickly see a joke, I began to think things gloomy And to wear the school marm’s yoke. —124— For my temper, it got sharpened And what I had known before Was a great big heap of learning Now all tumbled to the floor. While a mountain rose beside it, Mountain that I did not know, Then my mind in dizzy spinning Just a whirl-pool seemed to grow. Then at last I was a Senior; Little sparks of hope began; And the hours I had thought drudg'ry Faithful labor I could scan. Now the sparks of hope are burning Brighter almost to a flame; But all paths on earth seem winding, As my future I must frame. Though the paths do seem so winding And all still to lead up hill, I have climbed part way by trying; Climb on now I must, I will. M. S. Dillon, Mont., Oct. 16, 1907. My dear Chum,— I must write you the most exciting of all the events that have happened since the arrival of the Dean; or, at least you would have considered it so had you been one of the star actors in the tragedy. We,11 it was one of those Sunday nights when you don’t know what to do, so a few of us decided to congregate in my room and make some fudge. While the concoction was boiling, we decided to while away the melancholy hours by having a Faculty meeting, so we proceeded to perform. The dresser, table, and all other superfluous impediments were placed against the wall, and the chairs arranged. Oh, kid, I would have given a farm if you could have been here. “Myr-thie” was simply killing as Prof. Monroe and we nearly died when Anna, as President Swain, announced the song; “Kasey” was Miss Carson and Laura took off Miss Thormyer “to a T. We were just in the midst of the performance when lo!—a knock — and at our unanimous invitation a tall figure in black entered. Kid, it was the new Dean! Talk about facing the cannon or other hero stunts—why, I felt as if I were “locked in the jaws of death and verily the enemy was upon me.” The scene was now changed and the Faculty of a few minutes ago was transformed into a convention of Quaker maids. The stranger within our doors was speaking, and one by one our guests were departing without any formal adieux. When at last the few —125— stragglers had pulled themselves from behind the dresser and wended their way homeward, the Dean addressed her conversation directly to my pafe-faced room-mate and, if I remember correctly, myself. At every word she said I dropped down a few degrees in my own estimation until, when her discourse was over, I wondered what Satan would do with me if I were thrust upon him. When she had said her say, she betook herself off and, sad to relate, touching good-nights were conspicuous by their absence. I thought the matter ended, but I had “reckoned without my host.” The next day the Dean informed my room-mate and me that we were to see President Swain and try to explain our unseemly conduct. Imagine “Myrthie” and me “walking the carpet!” Kid, I felt like ten cents. As I approached the office door I went through all the agonies of a bad attack of chil's and fever. 1 had never before dreaded meeting President Swain, but had some kind friend intervened just then and prevented this date being kept I would have ranked him with the blest. 1 used all the eloqeunce of which I was capable in trying to persuade President Swain that it was no crime to entertain seventeen girls at fudge on a Sunday night and incidentally to provide amusement, but I am not sure yet how he took it. However, he seemed more amused than anything else, so he postponed corporal punishment until the next offense, and we betook ourselves off like whipped school children. Well, my dear, 1 have set here and scribbled to you when I should have been digg’ng into Economics, and if I don't find out something about over-product on and the evils of monopoly before morning. I am apt to get fired, which wouldn’t do at all. Don’t forget to write soon to Yours lovingly, Genevieve. There is a young girl in our college, Whose name is Emily B. She has a grard idea of her knowledge. And thinks herself smart as can be. There’s a wee little girl named Gertrude, Lives here at Normal Hall, he’s short and round and dimpled, And her smile won’t come off at all. —12 — OUR FACULTY “O, Faculty, dear, so true and kind, If we are personal please don’t mind, Of course we know you are very bright, But let us show you in another light. President Swain will of course first appear, As he is head of our teachers dear. In General Ex. he announces the hymn, And never a smile on his features grim. He talks on Civics in every class, But his favorite theme is “Keep off the grass.” 127- The life of Solomon with wisdom did glow, But he was ignorant beside Mr. Monroe. He’ll tell you the latitude of a dot in the ocean. And discourse at length on glasses and motion. And (ieology, Physics and Astronomy as well, And the name of each railroad in the world he can tell. The men of this college we’ll leave for a while, As notes on Miss Carson we will compile. She’s teacher of English at our M. S. N. C. And from her red ink and sarcasm don’t flee. But put in your commas and spell your words right. And soon you’ll shed lustre as a lite ary light. And now Miss Thormyer has issued a decree, “If you study your languages you’ll get your degree. Take three fourths of Cicero and study it well, And for your Dutch lesson, translate Wilhelm Tell.’’ Now there, little maid, go study with glee, ’Cause four years of this will make you B. Pd.’’ —128— V—) The department of history surely comes next, For with maps and note books, we all have been vexed. If on the study of history you lay special stress, Come to the Normal to hear Mrs. Kress.. Since the boyhood of Adam she knows every date, And can tell you a story of every deed great. And now to the men again we’ll return, For news of Prof Clark I’m sure you must yearn. You know his jokes by their reputation, Hut we ’ve listened to them in every recitation. He teaches Life Ologies and History of Ed. And of his broad knowledge enough can’t be said. Prof. Robbins has charge of the methods and Practice, His sarcastic smile does a most distract us, He advocates athletics here at our college,. For without physical development you’ll have little knowledge. Of course you must study to attain the bright end, But Prof. C. L. Robbins is always your friend. Calculus, trig’nometry and algebra III. Are taught by Mr. Mosher at M. S. N. C. The latest methods are found in his classes, But a girl must study before out of them she passes. He’s tall, and he’s thin, and he’s very meek. But you always obey him when he starts to speak. —129— 1 rl L If you wish to be famous in the musical art, Come to oiir college your studies to start, Prof. Riedlesberger of wide world renown, Teaches violin and piano in this little town. Misses Graeter and Scharfenberg will develop your voice, Until when you sing the world will rejoice. Since the Board has hired Miss Hopper as Dean. She’s teacher of methods and Primary Supervision And our ideas of teaching did surely surprise her, But she taught us her methods and child’s games to play, And as primary teachers we’re sent on our way. At M. S. N. C. reed baskets we weave. And that they are fine you’ll surely believe, For Theodore Shoudy teaches Manual Arts, And he learned his fair trade in far Eastern parts. He is tall and commanding but in manner is meek, And one couldn’t coax him in public to speak. —130— Our wild western ways are far more serene And then to the one who makes brighter our way, When our school-girl’s troubles grow darker each day. She shares all our troubles and is true to the end, And the girl is lucky who may call her friend. Three cheers for Mrs. Owsley, and where ever we roam We’ll think of the mother of our Normal home. Dr. Swain (in Economics): “Miss Devine, if a man is Wise Anna (after class): “He laughed as tho he knew the joke.” ADVICE TO THE “YOUNGER GIRLS.” “Don’t study too hard,” the “older girls” say, “We’ve tried it ourselves and it doesn’t pay; Brace up, little girlies and grow very fast, And maybe you’ll get to be teachers at last.” Helen Laird: ‘‘I fell over that young tree walking over from the college.” — 131 — FINALE. We hope that in these pages, You’ll find a thing or two, That will help to lift a burden Or a care that’s troubling you. 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