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

Text from Pages 1 - 172 of the 1910 volume:

3 22 01 Bed teat ion In appreciation of his earnest and valuable assistance shown in behalf of the Montana State Normal College, the Chinook is dedicated by the Senior class of 1910, to our president, Dr. H. H. Swain. Presentation On presenting this book to you we know that many errors have crept in our work. We have endeavored to portray college life as it really is, it's facts and it’s fiction, it’s serious side and it’s fun. If we have been successful in this, even in part, we shall consider our purpose well accomplished and our efforts not spent in vain. M AIX ..COLL EG E BUI L DIXG 1 I HENRY H. SWAIN, Ph. D. University of Wisconsin, Beloit College, University of Chicago, President. Professor of Economics and Sociology. JOSEPH E. MONROE, B. A. Kansas Normal College, University of Glasgow, New York University, Vice President. Professor of Physics and Chemistry. ROBERT CLARK, M. A. Amherst College, Clark University, New York University. Professor of Psychology and Biology. GRANT E. FINCH, D. Sc. Upper Iowa University, University of Chi cago. Superintendent of Training. ADDIE E. BETTES. E. RAY MOSHER, M. A. University of Minnesota, Western Reserve University. Professor of Mathematics. HARRIET A. DUNNING. Herrick Studio, (Chicago), Valley City, (N. D.) State Normal School. Instructor in Physical Culture and Vocal Expression. Grand Rapids Training School, University of Michigan, University of Chicago. Supervisor of Primary Training. - f LOUIS PELZER, Ph. D. University of Iowa, Iowa State Normal. Professor of History. -7— r ■ LUCY HAMILTON CARSON, M. A. University of Illinois, Illinois State Normal University, University of Chicago. Professor of English. LAURA' M. KRESS, B. L. University of Wisconsin. and German. Professor of Latin THEODORE SHOUDY. Adelphi College. Instructor in Manual Arts. N EDITH A. HATCH. Cincinnati Conservatory of Music. Professor of Music. Training Department For seven years past the public school of Dillon has been associated with the Montana State Normal College as a training school. As the mutual advantages of the connection have been better understood, the bond has steadily grown stronger. The training school aims to earn- out the State Course of study for common schools under the most favorable circumstances. The generous equipment of the school, in the hands of skilled teachers as it is, makes it easy to illustrate and supplement every branch of study. After a year’s work in observation the student is expected to begin teaching. In this practice work the young teacher is protected from error as far as possible through the assistance of both critic teacher and supervisor in all her programs and plans. She is expected to plan, and to teach, to govern, to mark papers, make out reports, keep the register, or to do anything which the critic teacher in charge might do, except to inflict the severer forms of punishment. Therefore it is important and highly desirable that the faculty of the Xonnal be in touch with the work in each room of the training school and that every critic teacher be familiar with the work of the College. This cooperation will insure the testing of theories on one hand, and professional excellence of the work on the other. ! Critic Teachers TOP ROW—MISSES I WHS. VAX De WALKER. LOWER ROW—MISSES MALONE, ROSS. ROBERTS. KING AND STONE. LEES AND PIERSON. —10— Senior Class Organization President........ Vice-President.... Secretary ........ Treasurer ...... . Sergeants-at-Aims Class Professor Officers. . Hazel V. Duncan ...Elva Wilson ........... . . ..Agnes Rossiter ........Beulah Harrison .Selma Bondeson and Mary Gorman ....... ......Harriet A. Dunning Class Motto. “Make a mark; aim at it; hit it!” Class Colors. Nile Green and Grey. Class Flower. Red Carnation. Class Yell. Kiss - kitty! kiss-kitty! Ki - ki - ken! We’re the class Of 1910! —13— The Senior Class Professor This year, more than ever before, the classes of the Montana State Normal College have felt that they needed an advisor in many phases of their school life. To meet their needs, the several classes elected to their number, members of the faculty. The Seniors chose for their class professor, Miss Harriet A. Dunning; the Sub-Seniors, Miss Edith A. Hatch; the Juniors, Miss Lucy 11. Carson ; the Freshman, Mr. E. R. Mosher and the Elementary class, Mr. J. E. Monroe. To these professors, who have been a help and guidance throughout the year, we owe the deepest debt of gratitude. To Miss Harriet A. Dunning, our inspirer and our friend, the Senior class here wishes to extend its sinccrest gratitude and most loving thanks. ■IB Applied Songs Jessica Alspaugh. “But why did she kick me downstairs?” Selma Bondeson. “Some one thinks of some one, When some one’s away.” Etta Brainard. “I wish some one would fall in love with me.” Joseph Carroll. “I’m out for a noise, I’m a college man.” Alice Conway. “If I only had a sweetheart, If I only had a beau.” Hazel Duncan. “I only know 1 love you, Ed. Love me and the world is mine.” Pearl Eaton. O gee, be sweet to me, Jim I’m awfully fond of you.” Mary Gorman. “So long Mary, don’t forget to come back home.” Beulah Harrison. “School days, school days, dear old golden rule days.” Emma Johnson. “I must be off with the old love before I’m on with the new.” Clara Kermode. “Xo wedding bells for me.” Myrtle McKillican “Mother and father pay all the bills and we have all the fun.” Jessie Montgomery. “When the harvest days are over, Jessie dear, And the sun kiss bloom beneath the sky so clear.” Jennie Noble. “All will be well.” Lucie Xutterville. “Could you be true to eyes of blue if you looked into eyes of brown?” Agnes Rossiter. “1 can’t be true so far away.” Etta Reynolds. “Xo heart is so true.” Mettie Slocum. “When the whip-poor-will sings Maggie, dear.” Minnie Templeton. “I've an honest heart to lend.” Mildred Weenink. “Teasing, teasing, I was only teasing you. Ei.va Wilson. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Gladys Winters. “Just a wearyin’ for you, Adolph.” Senior Class History In the fall of 1907 the merry Freshmen met one evening at thehome of Jessie Poindexter and organized their class. Of all that band three only are with us now as Seniors, Mettie, Etta and Hazel. Some le.t school, and others had a change of heart and took the decree course. At the beginning of our Junior year a bevy of new girls, recent graduates from various high schools, came to join us. We welcomed them gladly and settled down to good, hard work. On the night before Junior Sunday, we hung our banner on the tele hone wires between the College and the Dormitory. The Freshmen es' ied it. and great was the battle waged thereof. But the Juniors were victorious and triumphantly carried the banner clown to dinner on Junior Sunday. The great event of our Junior year though, was the banquet given to the Seniors on the twelfth of June. As Seniors we began bv n eeting in Miss Bettes’ room and ado ting and re-signing our (institution of the year before. As the autumn leaves were falling we began our practice work, and many were the trials and troubles we encountered in “teaching the young idea how to shoot.” But we struggled valiantly on. and now the goal we see before us is our “shee s: in.’ “Yes. this is loo' ing bar; ward. But now is commencement time, We should be looking forward So that must change the rhyme.” —24— Class Prophecy An article published in the Monmal for October, 1920, ran as follows: ► I I “All the students and alumni of M. S. X. C. will be interested to hear of the wonderful success of Mr. Joseph Carroll, the inventor, who was a member of the class of 1910. The practicability of one of Mr. Carroll’s inventions, the Ouiji-phone, has just lately been proven. The Ouiji-phone combines the advantages of a phonograph with those of a Ouiji-board. We are pleased to learn that all the predictions of the ()uiji-phone for the class of 1910 have come true. When consulted by the class in 1910, the Ouiji-phone answered as follows: “In the year 1910, I see Etta Reynolds successfully conducting the primary department of a large school in Xew York. “I s ee Jessie Montgomery conducting cases against the most eminent attorneys of the country, and her success is marvelous. “I see Gladys Winters a missionary in Africa, and although her attention sometimes wanders from her work to the book she carries, she is doing a great deal of good. “I see Jennie Noble teaching Orthography in one of Chicago’s foremost schools and although some of her methods are very new, her work progresses well. “Alke Conway, whose loving nature was frequently commented on at school, is the ha ny wife of a college professor. Mary Gorman, whose clever speeches you will all remember. is rea ing the benefit ol the campaign she so ably forwarded and is now spea! er in the House of Re resentatives. “Pearl Eaton, always of a scientific turn of mind, is one of the lOremost ’ hysicians in the Lnited States. “Mildred Weenink is illustrator for a famous publishing house, and tells us that the practice she got on the Monmal and Chinook has done much for her success. “Hazel Duncan’s career will surprise a great many, who felt that Hazel was devoted to her profession. Hazel taught barely long enough to get her life diploma, and then she narrowed her efforts and took charge of a class of one. “Jessica Alspaugh is the editor-in-chief of the Xew York Star, and is. in this capacity, demonstrating her ability to make other people work. “Clara Kermode is running an enterprise in opposition to Miss Alspaugh. She is editor of the Xew York Comet. “Agnes Rossiter is the secretary of a very prominent club, is one of the foremost club-women of Montana. “Beulah Harrison has gained distinction as a scientist, and is at present conducting a series of experiments, which, if successful, will bring her great fame. “Myrtle McKillican is well known as an indefatigable worker for the betterment of social conditions in San Francisco. “Elva Wilson has gone to Europe, and is still studying, for she was not satisfied with having graduated from two colleges. “Selma Bondeson is teaching mathematics at Smith. This will not surprise those who remember Miss Bondeson’s mathematical genius. “Emma Johnson has succeeded Mrs. Owsley and is acting at matron at M. S. X. C. “Etta Brainard is one of the promising journalists of the Western United States. “Lucie Xutterville, whom you will all remember as having been deeply interested in domestic science, is making practical use of the course she took in that subject.” The Launching of 1910 Sail away, little boats, In Montana’s breeze. Some choose your rivers, Some lakes and some seas. Be kind to your captain (nve her gentle fate. .And Sh p of Our Normal. Sail on and be great. Whichever you choose. Wherever you sail Be true in calm weather And strong in the gale. Sub-Senior Organization Colors. Apple-blossom pink and cream. Flower. Apple-blossom. Motto. “He loyal to the royal in thyself.” Yell. Stubble-o- rubble-o jim ny-jive! We’re the high and mighty five! Sickety! Sackety! double-o da IT! Class of nineteen ten and a half! -l on O TJu A VX ‘ « Class Poem We, the Sub-Senior class. Number five in all. ()thers we always pass, And come at the Seniors’ call. Our class professor’s Miss Hatch. We’re proud of our Southern queen. I n music she has no match; At least, none we’ve yet seen. ()ur pretty little president, F. Olson is her name. For some great work was surely meant, She’s always ready and game. Sergeant-at-arms, B. Meek. Her name belies her so; To her all Trig, is Greek, Her eves with mischief glow Pearle Ward is our vice-president, As “Pat you know her well. Of Dillon she’s a resident -For her we’ll always yell. Our secretary’s Jose, McFadden is her name. In her there’s nothing prosy — I ler voice will win her fame. There’s Marguerite Mahoney — ()ur treasurer is she. In dress she’s always “tony. She’s good as good can be. Class Prophecy The soft, grcv shadows of a February twilight hovered over the earth. In the Land of Spirits, far from the busy world, Originality, spirit of the class of 1910K, sat on her throne and gazed impatiently around her. At her right sat her recorder, a still, silent figure, clad in the robes and insignia of high office, and holding on its knees an open book in which lay a beautiful gold pencil. At her feet, reclined a small, beautiful creature who, should you judge her by the expression on her child-like face, lived in the past and future, and never gave a thought to the present. “Well, Dreams, have you come back to stay?” inquired the queen, and Dreams, with an enchanting smile, nodded her head. The gold hands of the clock suspended in front of the throne, passed slowly over the dial and at last pointed to the long looked for year, day and hour, February 21. 1920. Originality, her tall, queenly figure robed in a flowing garment and her head crowned with a wreath of fragrant apple-blossoms. touched the bell at her side, and the melodious chimes rang through the spirit land and beyond its borders into the land of Human Life. With hurried flight spirits entered the mystic portals and bowed to their queen. As soon as they were seated, Originality rose and addressed them thus: “Ten years ago today the class of 1910 2 went forth from the Normal College of Montana to discover what life had in store for them. The time has arrived when the books containing the records of the class are to be balanced.” So saying, the queen opened her golden book and read the name of Edith Amelia Hatch, professor of the Sub-Senior class. Music, tall, slender and graceful, arose from her seat and said: “1 am the spirit who governs the life of Edith Hatch.” She then opened her book and read the following account: “Miss Hatch continued to teach music at M. S. X. C. until June, 1912. Moved by an overpowering desire to continue the study of music, she entered an old, famous music school in Germany. For four years she studied music there, and each day it grew more apparent that she was particularly gifted. In 1917, she toured the continents of North and South America, Europe and portions of Australia, and in each city— in which she gave recitals, she surpassed the greatest expectations of her listeners. In May, 1919, she returned to Germany,” Music paused in her reading. “Did she return to continue her study of music?” inquired Dreams. “Perhaps it was to study, but 1 think it was to teach in a school of one. for the sub-senior class professor is now the much admired and popular Countess Edith Amelia, wife of the handsome young Count William Augustus of Hanover.” Originality, smiling happily, turned towards her recorder, who put down a great golden A opposite the first of the six names in his book. Just at this point, Drama, a little, fairy-like creature, danced into the throne-room, exclaiming, “I knew she could do it! I always said the Normal would be proud of her.” But the queen looked severe and said, “Will you please collect your scattered wits and tell us of whom you speak?” Drama tripped to her seat, saying, “I’m talking of Florence Olson, president of the class of 1910K- The day she got her life diploma, she exclaimed, ‘My teaching days are over!’ She turned her attention toward the stage and during the last five years she has attempted everything, from the lightest of college plays to Shakespearian tragedies. She is taking the leading part in ‘The Magic Five,’ in New York City tonight, and the thousands of people are enraptured with her acting. —30— They declare that she is the best actress of modem times.” Drama paused to take a breath, while the recorder wrote down another A in his book. The next name mentioned was that of Pearle Ward, vice-president of the class of 191014. Mathematics, dark, stem-looking and dignified, rose majestically from her scat, and read: “Pearle Ward, after graduating from the Normal, taught for four years in the city of Dillon. She was offered the chair of Mathematics at her Alma Mater, but she refused it, and sought a foreign country, where she continued the study of Mathematics for four years. She has now explained to the world a new branch of Mathematics called Calcuquaternigon-ometry. Many of the most learned men spent years of labor on this same study, but to no avail. Pearle Ward is acknowledged as a mathematical wonder. Behold our Hypatia!” The recorder, at the command of the queen, added another gold mark to the credit of the class. When the queen mentioned Jose McFadden, Love, a tall figure with the soul of contentment shining in her eyes, arose and said, “Shortly after Jose graduated from M. S. X. C., the terrible war between Japan and China broke out. The victory of the Japanese opened the way for modem reform in China, and Jose went as one of the United States volunteers. I laving arrived in China, she studied the language of that country for six months; then she began her teaching—but with the same result as the other volunteers had had. The Chinese would not listen. Once, after a day of trials and disappointments, Jose seated herself at her harp and began to sing, seeking by her music to free her mind from her troubles. The passers-by, hearing her beautiful voice, paused to listen. Soon she became conscious of the people at her door, and without turning to see them, she sang song after song, pouring out her soul to them in passionate appeal and entreaty. Presently she arose and turned. The crowd at her door melted as if by magic, leaving her alone, but happy in the thought that she had at last found a way into their hearts. Thereafter in her songs, she taught them all to which before they had refused to listen. One Sunday, while she was on her way to the Mission house, she was seen by Douglas Talbott, a handsome young American, who marveled that such a woman as she could exist in such uncouth surroundings. Being possessed of an unusually inquiring mind, he followed her to the Mission house, and, after hearing her wonderful voice, desired to learn more of her. He gained his desire and more. How could anyone knowing Jose’s strong, upright character and her charming personality help but love her? Although those whom she had taught for so long were broken hearted when she told them she was going to return to her American home, they could see the wisdom of her decision, for her health was rapidly giving way. Now she is living happily as Mrs. Douglas Talbott in a beautiful little villa in Southern California.” As Love ceased speaking, Originality and her court smiled contentedly, and the recorder placed another golden mark in his book. At the mention of Marguerite Mahoney’s name. Charity, with a benign countenance, answered: “The treasurer of the class, caring little for teaching, discontinued it and entered a school for nurses. In 1913, she completed her course, and gave up her young life to the cause of charity. She is now a favorite nurse in one of the children’s hospitals of New York City. As I ascended these heights an hour ago, I met Rumor, and she whispered to me that in a few weeks more. Marguerite will become the wife of the famous surgeon, Charles Belmont.” A big mark meaning perfect was put down after the name of the treasurer. When the name of Beulah Meek was read. Medicine, a stately, intellectual, calm-eyed spirit, arose. The sergeant of the class followed in the footsteps of her ancestors and became a doctor. During her days at the Nor- 31— mal her greatest troubles were over Trigonometry. She determined to study the human brain and skull, and, if possible, discover the means of being of assistance to students who must struggle against the united forces of tangents, cosecants, and sines. She visited a British museum, and while there became interested in the study of phrenology. She learned that the center for mathematics is situated in the external angular process of the frontal bone. As a result of two years of hard study, she was able to perform a very delicate operation which would so deaden a minute rortion of the brain under the angular process that the patient would never again desire to study mathematics. So many students flocked to the famous doctor that she soon became wealthy. While she was in the United States, two years ago, she met Robert Markham. Their mutual admiration grew to be something stronger and greater, and eventually they were married. After their honeymoon, Beulah discovered that her husband was the instructor of mathematics at the University of Maine. Shortly after their wedding, Mr. Markham became very ill. often lapsing into un- consciousness. Once, whil lie was unconscious. Beulah performed the operation on his brain. Upon his recovery, and in fact ever afterwards, he has had no inclination to study or teach mathematics. Mr. Markham and his wife arc now living an ideal, happy life in their beautiful home in Virginia. ’ The court uttered words of approval, and Beulah’s name received its golden mark of perfection in the recorder’s book. Originality arose, and an all-pervading peace and calm seemed to settle on her court as she said, “The record of the class of HHO'i is a perfect one. I am happy. 1 could not wish a better record for anyone of the class. Dreams, are you content?” Dreams turned her sweet young face to her queen and replied. The wonderfully beautiful dreams of the class have come true. 1 am content.” With trembling voice Originality addressed her subjects for the last time, “Sister spirits, we will depart. Fifty years from tonight we will meet again and see the members of the sub-senior class still ‘loyal to the royal in themselves.’. ’ Junior Class Organization Officers. President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer .... Sergeant-at-Amis ('lass Professor .....Orpha Oncal ___Josephine Lilly .Gertrude Reardon ...Josephine Erwin Mamie Haves Lucy II. Carson Class Motto. “The light lies on the farther hills.” Class Color. Gold. Class Flower. Daffodil. Class Veil. One, two, three, four, five, six. seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven Though we’re odd ones, we’re not dead ones, We’re the prime one, we’re the head ones We’re the class of 1911. —36— The Scholar Pi As 1 walked through the desert of Montana, I lighted upon a town called Dillon and I lay me down to sleeo, and as 1 slept I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold I saw a woman clothed in Ambition standing in a certain house, and expectation lighted her countenance. And in one hand she carried a great burden, and in the other she held a parchment roll and it was marked “catalogue.” 1 looked and saw her read the catalogue, and as she read, she wept and trembled, and not being able to contain herself longer, she brake out with a lamentable cry, saying, “What shall 1 do?” 1 saw also that she looked here and there, and seemed about to run; yet. inasmuch as she could not tell which way to go, she stood still. I looked and saw a woman, named Old Student, coming to her, and she asked, “Wherefore dost thou cry?” She answered, “I perceive by this catalogue in my hand, that 1 am come to Dillon, and after that I shall come to the Normal college, and I find that I do not know the way. Then said Old Student, “Why stand still? “Because 1 know not whither to go.” Then she gave her a parchment roll, and it was marked, Bulletin, and there was written within, “Come that thou mayst be honored.” The woman, therefore, read it, and, looking upon Old Student very carefully, said. “Whither must I come? Then said Old Student, pointing with her finger over the house-tops and wide valley beyond, “Seest thou that large door? Then said the other, “No.” ()ld Student questioned farther, “Seest thou that steeple?” The other answered, “I think I do. Then Old Student directed her, saying. “Kecpst thou the light of that steeple in thine eye. and go up directly thereto, lgrim’s Progress so shalt thou sec the door, at which thou shalt knock, and it shall he opened to thee. There it shall be told thee what thou shalt do.” So I saw in my dream, that the woman turned, and behold, there were others, also, coming to this place, and one was called Shy, and another Ill-humor, and another Forward, and still another Homesick. Then said Forward, “Whither art thou bound, fair Scholar?” Then answered Scholar, “1 am journeying toward Normal College.” Then asked Forward, “Knowst thou the way?” Scholar made answer, saying, “I met a woman named Old Student, and she shew me the way.” Then said Forward, “Then 1 and my companions will journey with thee.” And 1 saw as I dreamed that they journeyed together, Scholar and Forward ahead, the others following, and I saw that Homesick lagged farthest behind. Shy walked with Ill-humor, and she was very still, but 111-humor kept mumbling and saying untoward things. And 1 saw that they all walked rapidly, and then they ran. And the way was long, and I saw 111-humor drop out of the procession and turn into a by-way. Soon Shy followed her. Forward and Scholar were still running, Homesick was crying and wailing. Finally Homesick silt down upon a stone, and wept. I saw in my dream that Scholar and Forward heard her and came back. Then said Forward: “Wherefore dost thou weep and wail?” Homesick made answer, “Oh, I have left all my kin. to come on this long and rough journey, and they mourn for me. I must return to them.” Then said Scholar, “Thou art better here. Think of tho 37— glory thou shalt have, after thou hast passed the Normal College, and the pride thy kin will experience, when thou hast won honor.” And 1 looked and saw Homesick shake her head and she answered, “Xay, 1 cannot go farther and he at peace. I must return.” Then said Forward, “I shall go back as far as the first stopping place with thee, for I am weary of the journey, also, and would be glad to return.” Then I saw in my dream that Scholar went alone. The way was long and rough and I saw that Scholar was weak and weary as she plodded along the way. At last, when she was so tired that she would fain have laid her down by the wayside, she stumbled up the steps of a large stone building, and fainting with fatigue and weariness, she fell within the door. And 1 saw in my dream that a woman aided her to arise, and bade her enter a fair room. And the woman ordered water that the stranger might have her feet bathed and her wounds dressed. The woman’s name was Matron. And I saw that after Scholar was thus refreshed, Matron led her to a long room, in which were many tables. To one of these she led her and there met Scholar Miss Knocker, Miss Good-fellow, Miss Know-it-all, Miss I-told-you-so, and Miss Boastful. Miss Good-fellow spake unto Scholar saying, “What art thou called?” Scholar answered thus, “I am called Scholar Pilgrim.” Good-fellow: “Whither art thou bound?” Scholar, “To Senior Mountain.” Good-fellow: “Which road art thou going to take, and what training hast thou had?” Scholar: “I know not which road I shall take. I have journeyed but through the valley called Grammar School.” Know-it-all: “Thou wilt enter as a Prep, and betake thyself along a difficult and winding path.” —3 Good-fellow: “I will aid thee to reach the door, and there thou wilt find a man named President, and he will aid thee and tell the what to do.” And 1 saw in my dream that Good-fellow went with the Scholar Pilgrim to a neat room, where she lay her down to repose. As I dreamed it seemed that Good-fellow came in the morning to Scholar’s room. Scholar was clothed in an armor of Ambition, and her sword was Insight, and her helmet was Intelligence, and her shield was Hope. Good-fellow walked with Scholar to the door beneath the steeple and the door stood open. I saw there a very wise and learned man at a desk and-his.name was President. He greeted Scholar cordially and gave her a card which would enable her to enter the doors along the corridor of Difficulty. And as I looked I saw Scholar pass beyond a door, and she took her scat at a desk. There was a huge black bird in one corner of the room, and she chanted rhymes to herself and quoted from those who had passed away. The bird was English I and her conductor was a woman who smiled or frowned upon those in the room, according as their treatment of the bird was good or evil. And Scholar was told to read. And she mumbled her words in her fright, whereupon the conductor frowned, and put down a red mark in the shape of a crescent. Then I saw that she bade Scholar write, and Scholar put her shield between her and the conductor, and she wrote with the tin of her sword. Insight. Then the conductor smiled. After this. Scholar passed out into the corridor again, and I saw that her face shone, for she had conquered her first enemy. And as 1 dreamed. I saw Scholar pass through another door and into the room beyond. Here was a huge red demon whose name was Algebra. 1 lis hands were like those of a man. and in them were strange weapons called x's and y’s and as Scholar advanced, he hurled them at her and they hit against the shield. Then I saw Scholar advance and she grasped his throat and choked him until he was black in the face, and his eyes started from his head, and the x’s and v’s fell at Scholar’s feet. When she released her hold Algebra was dead and she cast him aside. She stooped to pick up that which he had dropped and behold, they were no longer unknowns, but were numbers. Now 1 saw in my dream that a task was set for Scholar, and this was the task : To enter upon the Freshman Heights, a Scholar had to take or carry off something, while the inhabitants sle )t. And 1 saw Scholar, in the dead of night, climb up the steep height and secure and carry off to the stone house, the sandals and the likenesses of the inhabitants of the Freshman Heights. Now that her duties had been well done in the first stage. Scholar was allowed to become an inhabitant of Freshman Heights. And I saw in my dream that she set herself then to prepare for her journey to Junior Hill. I saw that Scholar had gone but a little way, when a huge block rolled down the mountainside from Senior Mountain, and on down Junior Hill, and it came with great force to Freshman Heights. As this huge block rolled it struck Scholar and bore her to the ground with great force. 'Phis block was a very solid mass and could be cut into tetrahedrons and dodecagons and was called Solid (ieometry. 1 saw that when Scholar lay half buried in the dirt, a kind friend called Work came along and assisted her to her feet. Together they fought with Solid and at last cut it to pieces. Scholar continued her journey up the Freshman Heights. 1 saw in n.; dream that just beyond Freshman Heights there stood a huge monster with seven heads, from which sprang tentacles; his feet were 'seudo ods. and his ears were Hydrae. and his eyes were Medusae, and his whole body was mussel, and his name was Biology. Scholar a'r reached him and drew her sword, and 1 saw she was about to overcome him, when Biology struck out his tentacles and pseudopods, and pushed S- holar down the side of a steep cliff, and Scholar lay as one dead. However, I-Told-You-So happened along with Hopeful and together they overcame Biology and continued on their journey. Now 1 saw in mv dream that Scholar was come to a large building, and it was called New Building, and in it was a monster just brought to this region, and his name was Physical Culture. The monster was very active and could dance and wield mighty weapons in his hand. The weapons were called Dumb-bells, Wands, and Indian-clubs. And 1 saw that although Physical Culture was a monster, he was put here to aid travellers. I saw that Scholar watched and imitated this monster, her muscles became strengthened and her complexion good, and her spirits high. Soon she was ready to continue herjourney with strength renewed. And I saw that Scholar was now come to a cave, in which dwelt a black serpent. This serpent had saws for teeth, hammers for feet, wire-nails for claws, squares for hair, and a great board for a tongue, iron which was oak stain. 'This monster’s name was Manual Training. In my dream I saw Scholar approach him with great ability. She so deftly approached the monster that she was able to root out his tongue. Then she hammered his claws into his tongue and lo! a beautiful book case,a letter box. and a paper knife stood where Manual Training had lain. Now 1 saw that beyond this cave was Junior Hill, and as S.holar was meditating, before deciding what she should do, a person assed through the cave, and this oerson was Chesty an inhal itant of Junior Hill. Then came a girl named Game, and she a mroache 1 Scholar and said, ‘Wherefore standest thou here?” Scholar made answer saying, I know not what to do or whither to go. 1 cannot go to your hill, yet, I seem to have completed every task set for me here.” Then said Game. “Sawest thou that person who just passed? If thou takest my advice thou wilt take her 3U— pilgrim scrip. There she will not be able to journey to Senior Mountain, whither she is bound. Also, take thou her banner, and she will be humbled, and her chestiness will fall from her. Then wilt thou find that her chestiness will fall upon thee and thou wilt become a member of the Junior people.” Scholar: “But how shall I do this?” Game: “As thou didst with the Freshmen, so shalt thou do with the Juniors.” Scholar: “I have thy promise to aid me?” Game: “Yes, now is the time. Come at once.” And I saw in my dream that they stole quietly around the hill and obtained the pilgrim scrip and banners, the one it seemed at one time, and the other at a later time. And as I looked 1 saw the Juniors very wroth, and they cried out against Scholar. So she returned their possessions and they journeyed on to Senior Mountain. And now was Scholar become a chesty Junior. Now I saw that there were two new monsters, who were near the mouth of the cave, and one was called Pelzer and the other Finch. And the first was at the mouth of the cave of History, and the second at the mouth of the cave of Observation. And I saw Scholar groping in the darkness of the cave of history, and bumping her head against the stalactites called Facts in this cave, and stumbling over the stalagmites called Dates. Then Scholar entered the cave of Observation, and there she saw Assignments, Recitations, and Principles which she was to carry under her helmet to Senior Mountain. And as I dreamed I saw Scholar pass into a wide gorge in the mountain side. And as 1 looked I saw fumes arise therefrom. and the fumes were ill-smelling, and the gorge was called Chemistry. Scholar, with the aid of a little green book that Good-fellow had lent her, and with acids, alkalies, and salts, burned her way through the gorge, and emerged triumphant. Now 1 saw in my dream, that Scholar had come to the meeting place of the Juniors. And now that she was become a Junior, she was allowed to remain. Then there arose a great debate on Junior Hill. And this debate lasted many days. At last the Juniors decided to vote u 'on the question under discussion and the outcome was that all voted in favor of an advisor to those who travel u; the winding and difficult path. Then all cried as in one voice, Polly. And Polly rejoiced and was happy for she was the first to be called to a position of this kind, and Polly guided and guarded Junior Hill. And 1 saw in my dream that the gathering dispersed, and each went on his journey. And as I looked I saw that there was a geyser in the path, and spouting forth eloquent phrases and sending out sprays in the form of gestures. This was called the Geyser of Vocal Expression. And the water therefrom flowed in a smooth stream of pleasing words and expressions. Xow 1 saw just beyond, a small knoll at the foot of which sat a hideous Dwarf, with clause on his hands, and other peculiar phrases about him. He sat intransitive at the foot of the hill and declined to let any one pass that way whose characteristics were not indicative that possessed knowledge in the superlative degree. The ground about him was of a complex nature, made up of compound material, and the name of the Dwarf was Grammar. Xow I saw Scholar approach him with great timidity, but as she approached she grew bolder, and with a quick jerk pulled his clause until his hand bled. With a mighty leap, she attained the top of the knoll in safety and so passed Grammar, leaving him to nurse his injured member. Xow, beyond the knoll, was a broad valley stretching to the east and west. This valley was callev Trig. And there stood a man in the middle of the valley, who was always pointing out angles, and he mumbled unintelligible words, saying, “tangent, cotangent, secant, cosecant.” When Scholar drew near him he said. “Sine,” and Scholar sined and cosined a book held out to him. Then said the man, “Abscissa, Ordinate,” which in his language meant, “your direction is toward the right then up.” Hut before leaving here Scholar ascertained that the top of Senior Mountain stood at an angle of elevation equal to 45 degrees. And I saw in my dream that Scholar followed the direction given her. At the end of the valley she found Geography, who ruled the elements. And there was a globe set in motion. I saw as she approached it, she took a wand in her hand and struck the globe on the equator and the two hemispheres parted and Scholar passed through. Now, I saw that she was come to a volcano, that belched forth red ink, blue and red pencil marks and the marks took peculiar shapes and looked like these: A B C and persons passing by the volcano were hit by these marks. Woe unto him who was hit by a ( I saw Scholar saved from calamity, by her friend. Inspiration, and only B’s and A s fell on her. I saw as I dreamed, that Scholar had now come to the foot of Senior Mountain. She was considering in her mind which of two roads she should take. ne road was Bluffing, and the other road was Toil. Now blu ling was passing easy, but at the top of it were two unconquerable monsters. Despair and Flunk. Toil was a very difficult road, and was beset with many obstacles, but at the top of this road was a man, who called out encouraging words to those who climbed, and gave to those who travelled this way, a parchment roll called Diploma and Recommendation. And I saw that a great light shone on Scholar’s face as she turned to ascend the steep road. Toil. And 1 heard her say, The light lies on the faither hills.'' and I shall have this for my motto, as 1 journey onward over the hard road, Toil.’’ And I saw in my dream that the dace where Scholar stood was like gold, for it was a place of rest and was called Vacation, and it was strewn with daffodils. And I saw that Scholar lay down in this quiet place to sleep, for two months, in order that she might be refreshed and so continue her journey. Prophecy from “The Oracle” Heed the Old Oracle. Ponder my sj ells. Andrus. Some god, some genius, does thy pencil move, and fame’s already thine. Go forth 1 can tell thee nothing—Thou art chosen of the gods. Cameron. Formed by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe. Devine. Thy life shall be, as is thy name, devine, For cloister walls shall thee, henceforth, confine. A pensive nun, devout and pure. Sober, steadfast, and demure. The oracle has spoken The die is cast Depart, pale mortal, to thy beads and fast. Dunlevy. Ah! maiden of the sparkling eyes. Endowed with eloquent tongue. Thou wert mighty good looking When thou wert young! Hast come to consult the oracle? Thou sufferest? Perhaps in time Thou wilt leave high diet And sup with us on milk and quiet. Eli.inghouse. Since every man who lives, is bom to die. And none can boast sincere felicity To live uprightly then, is sure the safest plan. But thou art grown six feet upright Thour’t doing the best thou can. —12— Erwin. Look thou on greatness; say where greatness lies? Where, but among the heroes and the wise? Gassaway. The wisdom of the world awaits thee, and Experience shall be thy teacher. The oracle can tell thee nothing, save this that few of the years of thy long life shall be spent in toil, for thou shalt teach but one short year, the young idea to shoot, and then thou mays’t profitably learn to cook. Gilchrist. The gods give us what they know our wants require And better than those wants we desire. Hayes. Thy very indifference shalt prove thy undoing. Correct ere it be too late, the error thou art committing. Maintain thy post. That’s all the fame thou dost need, and ’tis possible thou mays’t succeed. Harrington. Maiden, thou are come to me That thy future thou mays’t see. I have naught but this to tell: Use thy talents, use them well. Kelly. Do not ask me. On doubts like these, thou cans’! not task me. What I am I must not show What 1 tell, thou coulds't not know. Thy vain curiosity shalt be Thy menace through all eternity. Lamont. Thou needs’t a man Experienced in the world and its affairs. A man, withal, whom thou mays’t lead. Or lean on, in thy time of cares. Fortune (a various power) may cease to frown. And by some ways unknown, thy wishes crown. Lilly. Hear, and believe! thy own importance know. Nor hound thy narrow views to things below. Some secret truths to learned pride concealed, To thee, timorous maid, I now reveal. In far off lands, thou wilt teach the 1 lottentots — A missionary’s life shalt be thy lot. Lyden. Salutations, fair mortal! Cease thv repining, for a change shall come into thy life, even in the twenty-third year thereof. And this will 1 tell thee, concerning that change: Beware of all. but most, beware of man. Lynch. Thy future shalt be spent amongst men, as a reformer. Thou shalt go amongst them like a new-raised spirit, to speak of dreadful judgments that impend, and of the wrath to come. Maxwell. I see the years of thy future stretch before thee, and thy work henceforth shall be strenuous, for thou shalt endeavor to teach the youth to speak and to read. In short, thou shalt be a Vocal Expression teacher, with no aim, save to follow in the footsteps of the world-famed speaker of speeches. Miss Dunning. May. Know thyself, presume not Fate to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. 13— Then get thee gone, for ’tis in the book of fate Thour’t spend thy life in studying man And some day teach one man The journey to the altar’s gate. Miller. Music, the fiercest grief can charm, And fate’s severest rage disarm; Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please. Oblaexder. By the streams that ever flow, By the fragrant winds that blow— Fortune’s cast her potent charm. And in a cottage on a farm, Thy life shall pass all free from strife, For thou shalt be a farmer’s wife. Oneal. Thou shalt the great Hypatia rival For stored with knowledge is thy life. But alas, too true! ()h hope of mortals, Thou’lt die a poor professor’s wife. Paul. Thy gift shalt be the weary world to make More cheerful for thy sake, Lighting the sullen face of discontent With smiles for blessings sent. Pend erg ast. Oh, thou woulds't be a vestal maid, 1 warrant, The bride of heaven? Come! I may shake thy purpose! Mark me! For the word I speak, Shalt bring the color to thy cheek: She who scorns a man, must die a maid. ’Tis true, for in the book of Fate, twas said. Pfiffner. Pair, kind and true; A treasure each alone; A wife, a sister and a friend in one. A cottage near a shady stream, Thy life a calm unending dream. Poindexter. 'I'inie, place and action may with pains be wrought; But genius with thee was born, it never could be taught. Reardon. Cease thy worrying. Or,'tis to be feared that thou wilt grow thin! Thy fortune is a bright one. Thou shalt make a man happy, some day, teaching him in the way he Should go, and in so doing, thou, too, shalt be happy. Rem ley. By music, minds an equal temper know, Xor swell too high, nor sink too low. J f in a breast tumultuous joys arise Music her soft assuasive voice applies; Or when the soul is pressed with cares Exalts her with enlivening airs. Slocum. Long experience has fitted thee for the vocation in life— to soothe the brow of care, and ease the sufferer's pain, thou shalt devote thy tender years. Smith. Be but great, with praise Or infamy. Leave that to fate Get place and wealth, If possible, with grace. If not, by any means Get wealth and place. 14— Sprinkle. Know thou this truth (enough for man to know) “Virtue alone in happiness below.” Stebbixs. Fear nought, thou my last visitor. Thy future stretches before thee in lines which shall please thy nature. Thy loyalty shall have its reward and thy labors shall ,l e crowned by success. In short, thou shalt become, ere the course of thy life has run. a playwright, esteemed for thy talent and immortalized by thy wit. A Junior Proposition Theorem: Our Junior is the college girl of today. To Prove: The ideal college girl is a Junior. Proof: Take for a base of all statements, a Junior girl. By construction, she is stately and tall, her height being five feet six inches. The weight of the perfect woman, previously found by the International Society of Investigation, to be a hundred twenty-seven pounds, exactly corresponds with that of our Junior. In proportion to her weight and height are her glove and shoe, her hand is encased in a dainty six and one-fourth, and her foot displays the neatest of the neat and latest oxford in a four. According to reliable measurement by the ancient Order of Anti-prevaricators, her waist is exactly twenty-three, and her hair (by observation) shows all the shades from the softest golden tint to the darkest of browns, mingled beautifully together, and is it wound about her head in a girlish mode. I ler eyes are large and blue, with sympathy, ambition, love and determination seen within their depths. She is partial to yellow and has chosen for her favorite flower, the daffodil. Some of the epithets applied to her nature by the Preps are independent, self-reliant, excitable, dignified, sweet-natured, frank, and studious, all of which are essential qualities in the ideal girl. In her studies, she is far above the average, according to the book of judgment in the office; especially does she shine in trigonometry, literature, psychology and the languages. She has great ability and her talent is shown in everything she undertakes. The “Monmal would find it hard to conduct its business without her valuable assistance, and basket ball where would be the enthusiasm if it were not for her? Her spirit is half the game. At tennis, too, how graceful she is! Very athletic, she takes part in everything. always smiling, always thinking that A trouble’s a ton. or a trouble’s an ounce, A trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that you’re hurt that counts. But only, how did vou take it? Xot only is she prominent in athletics, but she can get an A on her themes, she is capable of writing a forty-page thesis without difficulty. She can not only dig out an oration, but she can stand on the platform with oceans of dignity and self-possession and deliver it to the astonished faculty, students, and townspeople, who wonder how one small head can carry all she knows. Her voice would put a meadow lark to shame. Without it. the Glee Club would be sad indeed, and even “Her Deutsche Verein” would look lonesome without her sunny presence. So, satisfied with her lot on this round sphere of ours, we meet her each day in our halls, bright and cheerful always, for “The noblest mind the best contentment has.” Therefore: Since our Junior possesses all the qualities of the perfect woman, with others added, she is the ideal college girl. y. E. D. X A Dream Last night, as I dreamed, the Goddess of Fate appeared to me enshrouded in a mystic light, and with a smile she asked me to state my dearest wish. With little hesitation I replied, “() Mysterious Goddess, disclose to me the future of the Sophomore class ten years from now.” Instantly J seemed to be transported beyond all earthly realms and stood before two golden curtains, above which were inscribed the words, “Labor omnia vincit.” The curtains opened slowly, and one by one these visions appeared before my eyes. First a familiar sight, the State Normal College, a large Gothic building, and its great, green campus, came into view. This vision seemed to blend into the next, which was one of the class rooms of the college. A class of girls was seated in the room and were listening with puzzled but attentive faces to the young woman, their teacher, who stood at the blackboard. Yes, it was the room of the mathematical department, for I next noticed that the table was covered with pyramids, cones, compasses, and all the apparatus of the mathematician. The black-boards were covered with strange algebraic equations and geometric figures and as I looked closer I saw that the teacher was explaining the Theory of Variables and Limits. Something in the skill and tact with w h i e h she explained and illustrated the theory was familiar to me and when she suddenly faced her class I instantly recognized her, Idanha Baker. Before me was a great throng assembled in a large meadow, and looking with expectant eyes far into the sky. Then a mighty cry went up from the crowd, and in the distance I saw a great bird like machine gliding swiftly eastward. As it drew nearer I saw that it was an enormous aeroplane occupied by many men. The ship slowly sank to the ground and the men alighted. But the e r o w d surged about the man whom I had noticed at the propeller, and greeted him with cheers and criesof” How's old Mars?” “Tell us about your trip! and “Did you sec the canals?” With wonder 1 realized that these were planetary explorers and with curiosity I gazed at the stalwart, ruddy man, the leader, only to recognize him as Loche Maurer. Next a great office building, in a large cite appeared. Within was a comma dious office occupied by one person seated at a desk. She was a professional-looking woman, dressed in a smart business suit; her eyes were keen and her manner dignified. I was at a loss for at first I saw no resemblance in this lady to any of my class-mates. - is-- Not until a sign on one of the windows was 1 able to identify her. It said I)r. Bill Brackett. Then great palms, nodding bamboos, and all manner of tropical plants loomed before me. and in their shelter sat a sweet faced woman surrounded by a number of little brown children, whom I judged to be Filipinos. Their little black eyes were bright as they listened to their teacher, who in sweet gentle words was reading to them from the Bible which lay in her lap. The grace of her manner seemed familiar to me and I watched her closely, only to see in this missionary our classmate, Grace Oliver. Now the thousand lights of a great theater were ablaze before me. The magnificent building was crowded with a mighty throng waiting expectantly for the performance to begin. Below the blazing foot-lights sat the orchestra playing sweet music preliminary to the performance. Suddenly they began to play in a more lively happy strain the curtain rose, and out upon the stage tripped an airy fairy-like dancer, bowing gracefully and prettily to the throng, who welcomed her with loud applause. Many and difficult were the steps which she accomplished with a grace and ease beautiful to behold. Something told me that this genius of .the stage was no stranger to me, yet, not until she whirled and glided in the ‘Normal Pirouette,” did I recognize Genevieve Albertson, the world-famed ballet dancer. After the glittering splendor of the theatre came a quiet little country home, vine covered and shaded by great elms. The dooryard was lovely with fragrant (lowers, and on the steps before the open door sat a pretty, chubby, little blueeyed girl, in whose expression was something familiar. Through the door of the spotless kitchen was seen a buxom housewife humming happily as she churned. The little child toddled into the room and when her mother addressed her as little Edith, I re o'nize.l in this conten te 1 matron. our Edith Brac' ett. Once more. I saw our college building. Its dark form, through the windows of which many bright lights shone, rose up distinctly against the starlit sky. Crowds of people were pouring into the halls and winding their way m to the great Auditorium. I heard a number of people in the expectant audience say that this was expected to be the very best number in the college Lecture Course. As the curtain rose, a graceful. !)— blue-eyed lady swept out upon the stage and bowed in recognition of the applause of the people. She then sat down at the piano and with fingers touched by a magic spell, played strain after strain of most beautiful music. The more she played the more her personality was revealed to me and finally, as I listened to the last selection. I realized that this musician was. indeed. Elizabeth Sutherland. “Labor is the keynote of success,” ldanha Baker. “I like girls. I really think I do,” -Loche Maurer. “Just a flower that grew and grew, worrying not at the things of the earth.” Grace Oliver. Honor waits at Labor’s gate.”—Genevieve Albertson. “Little by little all tasks are done. So are the crowns of the faithful won. -Edith Brackett. ‘Stillest streams oft water greenest pastures.”—Elizabeth Sutherland. “She lives not on earth, but amid the clouds,”—Billee Brackett. Post Mortem Caesaris It was a calm and silent night In the year of 1910, The Caesar class had been growing in might, And now it was master of book and pen! There were sounds of wailing and tears, Sorrow brooded o’er the sad domain; While Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars Held .undisturbed, their ancient reign. In the solemn midnight, Before the bier! Twas in the calm and silent, The hostess, the learned one of Rome, Because of mighty Caesar’s (light. Had invited us to her home. The mourners came from Xormal Hall, Their breasts were heaving with mighty sighs; What reck’d they of good or ill? So they wept in rending cries, In the solemn midnight, Before the bier! Within that home far away There came thru the open door A bier on which our Caesar lay Borne by pallbearers four. They moved along, and stopped for nought, And laid their burden on the pyre, Heaped high with tributes to his high thoughts, And musicians played upon their lyres; In the solemn midnight, Before the bier! () strange indifference of low and high, Who shared not their joys and cares! The room was still but all knew why, For all the world was listening unawares; How calm a moment can precede One that can thrill the world forever! To that still moment all gave heed Their doom was link’d, no more to sever; In the solemn midnight, Before the bier! It was a calm and silent night! A thousand cries rang out, and threw Their sorrowful peals abroad, and smote The darkness sad and silenced now! The night that erst a name had worn. To it a happy name was given. For from that house they went, new-born 'flic class had been to ()vid given; In the solemn midnight, Before the bier! Grace Oliver. Just Sophomores There was a young lady named Brackett, Who continually raised a great rackett, She made such a noise, That she frightened the boys, So still she remains a lone Brackett. There was a young lady named Genevieve, To hear her sad story you’ll sorely grieve, She fell in love with a fella, Who hot tamales did sella. This unlucky young lady, Genevieve. There was a young lady named ()liver, Who owned a great mansion in Dolliver, Her airs were so fine. She made us all pine, l'o own a great mansion in Dolliver. There was a young man named Maurer Who studied each day by the hour, l But the wish of his life. Was to have a sweet wife, This romantic young man named Maurer. There was a young lady named Baker. Who wished that her knowledge was greater, To the Normal she came, And won her great fame. This progressive young lady named Baker. There was a young lady named Billee, Who never was known to be silly, In her lessons she’d cram To pass each exam, This studious young lady named Billee. There was a young lady named Sutherland Who seems to have come from Wonderland, She played music so grand, She beat the whole band. This musical lady named Sutherland. There was a sweet lady named Kress, Who on teaching laid special stress, With languages dead She crams each Soph's head, But we love this sweet lady named Kress. —52— Sophomore Class Song (Tune—life is a see-saw.) ()ur days are filled with many tasks, Some difficult, some light; So many and so varied. Their names we cannot write. We love our Julius Caesar, And the Works of Schiller, too, While Latin Composition Ma) es our .Vs in number few. Life’s not all study, From day to day, ()ur life’s a mixture of toil and play. Tho “Labor omnia vincit,” ()ur motto 1 e. The So'di class is ready I or laughter and glee. We are progressive Sophomores, We’re always on the run, At German Clubs and Kaffee Klatsch, We 11 have the greatest lun. Although it will be 1912, When we get our degree We Soph’s will be rewarded With a.B. P. I). —53— Freshman Class Organization Class President.................................... May Price Vice-President....................................Maude Walsh Secretary and Treasurer..... Lena Tintinger Sergeants-at-A nns Class Professor Lucy Taylor, Pearl Clanton Mr. Mosher Class Motto. “Rowing, not drifting.” Class Colors. Pale Pink and Xile (ircen. Class Flower. Pink Carnation. Class Yell. Wallakazook, wallakazook, wallakazook, kazum With a veevo and a vyvo and a veevo.'vyvo, vum. Allakazook, allakazen, Freshmen, Freshmen, nineteen ten. —55— Chronicles of the 1 CHAPTER I. 1. Now it came to pass in the eighth year of the reign of King Henry, of the house of Swain, ruler over Normal Castle, which is in the Land of Knowledge, that the Spirit of Learning went abroad throughout the land, seeking whom it might persuade, saying unto the people, 2. Arise and get thee hence, and turn thy feet into the pathway which leadeth up the hill to the Land of Knowledge; so shalt thou gain instruction and become of some account in the land. 3. And lo, certain wise ones listened and were constrained and they journeyed to the southward to Normal Castle, which is in the kingdom of Henry, of the house of Swain. 4. And they gathered themselves together under the leadership of Louise, of the house of Johnson. And they were known throughout the kingdom as the tribe of Preps. 5. And the tribe of Preps waxed great and strong, for studious were they and exceeding ambitious. ( . Now the fame of King 1 lenry grew great and extended far into all regions. And it came to pass that Edward VII, king of the land of England, felt sorely the need of superior wisdom, and King Henry departed thence. 7. And there reigned in his stead Joseph, of the house of Monroe; and good was he and wise, and greatly beloved of all. S. Hut the many trills in the Land of Knowledge grieved for Henry, their beloved king, and he returned to them. And great was the rejoicing amongst the tribesmen and amongst the elders. 9. Now it came to pass that a certain tribe by the name of Freshmen grew restive and waged war upon the tribe of Juniors, allies of the tribe of Preps, and deprived them of their baggage cases. And the brave tribe of Preps rallied to the —57 ribe of Freshmen support of their kinsmen, those of the mighty tribe of Juniors, and they waged war upon the tribe of Freshmen and took unto themselves the headgear of the Freshmen. 10. Now the time drew near for the great feast of the Yule-tide, and they of the tribe of Freshmen felt strongly the need of their headgear, their holiday attire. 11. And it came to pass that the Freshmen, being the stronger and greater in numbers, invaded the stronghold of the Preps and carried away their occipital adornments, and was great rejoicing amongst the Freshmen tribesmen. 12. And there was peace in the land for many days. 13. Now Louise, of the house of Johnson, ruled over the tribe of Preps for the space of five moons; then Grace, of the house of Cleveland, ruled in her stead. Valiant was she and war-like. 14. And it came to pass that a great war broke out in the Land of Knowledge, which was known as the war of the baskets, and the tribe of Preps went forth to do battle. 15. Right bravely fought they and hard, but their foe-men were mighty men of valor and great in numbers. 16. So the tribesmen of the Preps took counsel amongst themselves, saying 17. Let us join our forces with those of our kinsmen and friends, the Juniors, and let us smite these Seniors and Freshmen. enemies of the Juniors and Preps, until they be subdued. IS. And lo. it was done. And victory fell to the lot of the tribe of Juniors, and great was the joy of the Prep tribe. Hut amongst the Senior and Freshmen tribesmen there was gloom and gnashing of teeth. 11). And there was peace throughout the Land of Knowledge for many days. 20. Now it came to pass that the peri xl of rest was at hand, which was called vacation, and Henry, of the house of of Swain, king over the Land of Knowledge, commanded the members of the tribes to depart each to his own home. 21. And it was done. CHAPTER II. 1. Now when the resting time was over, the tribesmen of the Land of Knowledge gathered themselves together once more at Normal Castle, the stronghold of King Henry, of the house of Swain. And with them were many new comers, small of stature, but good to look upon. 2. And a reckoning was made. And lo, that which had been the tribe of Seniors was not. 3. And the tribesmen questioned amongst themselves, saying : 4. What hath become of the tribe of Seniors, that which was, but now is not? 5. And the good King Henry, hearing their questionings, opened his mouth and spake unto them, saying 6. He not concerned, my little children. Wist ye not that the Senior tribesmen were the wisest amongst you? And because of their exceeding great wisdom, 1 have sent them forth from the Land of Knowledge unto all the world to instinct the children of men in the ways of learning, and to blot out their ignorance. 7. And now let it be known to you that henceforth that which was the tribe of Seniors shall be the tribe of Alumni; and that which was the tribe of Juniors shall be the tribe of Seniors; and that which was the tribe of Freshmen shall be the tribe of Juniors; and that which was the tribe of Preps shall be the tribe of Freshmen; and these new comers, who have heeded the voice of the Spirit of Learning and have journeyed to the Land of Knowledge, they shall be the tribe of Preps. 8. Thus spake the good King Henry, and it was so. 9. Now those of the tribe of Freshmen gathered them- selves together under the leadership of May, of the house of Price. And she was wondrous wise. 10. But it came to pass in due time that the Freshmen tribesmen, feeling in need of even greater sagacity than abode in their midst, called into their councils Esek, of the house of Mosher, of the land of the Minnesotas. And his great wisdom dwelt with them through all their difficulties. 11. And the tribe of Freshmen waxed strong and grew great, yea, very great, and their fame went forth unto the uttermost parts of the land. 12. Now it came to pass that many and divers murmur-ings began to lie heard amongst the tribes, and sundry fearsome rumors were abroad in the land. 13. And the Freshmen tribesmen, becoming alarmed, held a council among themselves. And May, of the house of Price, ruler over the tribe of Freshmen, arose and spake unto her faithful followers, saying 14. It hath come to mine ears that the other tribes of the Land of Knowledge are possessed of great discontent, and are resolved to renew the war of the baskets. It behooveth us. therefore, to send forth our Freshmen warriors to the field of battle, that they may humble and subdue these haughty foemen of ours, these malcontents of the other trilies. For mighty men of valor are our Freshmen warriors, though few in numbers. 1 Thus spake May. of the house of Price, and her words were pleasing to the Freshmen tribesmen. And straightway war was declared upon the other tribes of the Land of Knowledge. 1( . Now these are the names of those who went forth irom the tribe of Freshmen for to do battle. 17. Fuzzy, whose surname was Cleveland, and Pink, whose surname was Walsh, and Sylvia, whose surname was Brewer; and they were called Hittites, because of their exceeding great ability to hit the basket. ►8— 18. And Lena, whose surname was Tintinger, and Agnes, whose surname was Madson; and they were called Levites. for lhat they were possessed of wondrous skill to leave their opponents. ► 19. And the Freshmen warriors sallied forth and fell upon the armies of their foemen and smote them. One by one they smote them, for none was there which could withstand the mighty Freshmen. 20. And it came to pass that all the hostile tribes which dwelt in the Land of Knowledge were subdued by the Freshmen men of valor. And great was the jubilation amongst the Freshmen tribesmen. 21. And those of the tribe of Seniors, because of their exceeding great joy over the victories of their noble kinsmen, gathered together many delicious food-stulTs and bade the - • -L Freshmen oartake thereof. And the hearts of the Freshmen were glad that they had triumphed for rich was the feast and bounteous. 22. And peace abode in the land for many days. 2 5. Now the day came when they of the valiant tribe of Seniors who had labored long and faithfully in the Land of Knowledge, were to receive their reward. And this was the day of Commencement. 24. And when it was past, the go xl King Henry arose and s 'ake once more unto his people, saying 25. The time of labor is over and our work is done. De art ve. my little children, for the period of rest is again at hand. 2b. So all the tribesmen departed, each to his own home. Character Sketches i. E. Ray Mosher, alias “X-Ray.” What should we do without him? Probably “lay us down and dee. He is the mainspring of the Freshmen class, (That’s why he has the comma to himself) is a lover of studious students, and has even taught his pony to sharpen pencils. He is anything but fond of the canine and one of his .pet aversions is “moss-backs.” from the old home farm. He lives in hopes of publishing “Mosher’s New Method in Arithmetic.” II. Lena Tintinger, alias “Grandma,” alias “Tink.” This precious child grew amid sage brush and sheep in the metropolitan city of Cascade. As we gaze through the future we see her teaching Kindergarten, as she loves the young what? Single College professor, beware, as she has cast longing eyes in your direction. III. Grace Cleveland, alias “Fuzzy.” “Fuzzy” was first heard of in Bozeman, Montana, where she astonished her nurse by demanding a basket ball. Her greatest delight is to watch the grace with which the Juniors take a victory. Her only dislike is Normal life without a friend, and her ambition is to go for two days without a call down. IV. Sylvia Brewer, alias “Shorty.” If Livingston should never be famous tfor anything else it can always boast of producing a Brewer. Both mentally and physically, this maiden “shineth like a star.” As an advocate of woman’s rights, she is second only to Belva A. Lock-wood, and as a basket ball shark, she is second to none. “Judge me not by mine expression As looks oftentimes deceive.” V. Hazel Taylor, alias “H2 S 04. What a lot of noise she makes! The Taylor baby came to us from Sheridan, where she developed her power for rooting. What would we have done without her in basket ball? Her ambition is to be come a professional foot ball coach at Vassar. VI. Maud Walsh, alias “Pinkie.” This beautiful brunette is one of Columbia Falls’ best representatives. Her chief delights are automobiles. Bakers, and cousins from home. Being of a vivacious disposition she despises one who cannot appreciate a joke. She has several ambitions, but the only one to be made public, is to defeat the Junior Basket Ball Team. VII. May Price, alias the “Prize Kid, alias “Hercules. This stalwart young lady is a native daughter, who would laugh even in Chemistry Lab. vVhat she likes best is people who get their material for the Chinook ready on time. She doesn’t like to be consul ere 1 small, and hopes some day to preside over the mathematics or English department of an institution worthy of such an accomplished josher. —( 0— VIII. Ruth Griffin, alias “Rufus, alias “Cream Puffs.” She is never separated from a cream puff, unless the cream sees her first. To l x k at her you would think she was a cherub but we know her better. She has a great ambition to be a vocalist. IX. Selena Eynon, alias Irish. This remarkable young lady came into our midst from the great and wicked city of Anaconda. She is very fond of good times all around, hates everything she doesn't like, and has a great ambition to become a beautiful and stately school-marm. X. Joseph Adam, alias “John Marvel.” He is a young gentleman of the rising generation, a direct decendant of Franz Josef and Adam. When asked what he liked best he replied. “Grand Opera. Lohengrin, Tannhauser. Anheuser, Schlitz and Pabst.” He has a special aversion to bovine eyes, and hopes to make a great success of the (dee Club. XI. Maud Arthur, alias “Stub. S| ends her spare time studying astronomy, and wondering where “He” went to. She loves sweet pickles, ironically speaking, and her amibtion is to laugh broadly and smile heartily. —61 XII. Agnes Madsen, alias “Mat.” She’s the best ever. Her angelic countenance reflects her eternal goodness. She is extremely fond of bread and gravy. As a hater of alcohol, she is second only to Carrie Nation. XIII. Pearl Clanton, alias “George.” “Good things are done up in small packages.” George came to us from Malta, for which the people there are devoutly thankful. She loves “Brown eyes,” and lives on hash and muddy water, so that when she becomes a lad lawyer, she can sympathize with the poor. XIV. Joseph Allerton, alias “Walter Camp.” This chap, being one of the few of the sterner sex. is. however. rather enamoured of the fair. What he hates worst is getting turned down, which happens quite often. His ambition is to go to Oberlin. and play a little foot ball as a side issue. He has proved himself a very valuable addition, because of his rooting ability. He is invaluable to the Freshmen class for he is responsible for the 12. XV. Lucy Taylor alias “Maude.” This young lady comes to us from the populous city of Sheridan. Above all things she loves to talk and she does not like quiet persons. Her ambition is to be a traveling W. C. T. U. lecturer. Freshmen Yells Lives of Freshmen all remind us They are not the ones to blame And departing leave behind them Red shirts in the hall of fame. Wee wee wee Wee wee wee Wee wee Freshmen Who? Freshmen. Hurrah for Madsen Brewer, and Tank, Fuzzy and Pinky and Daddy Hank; They’re the hot stuff of creation They’re the Freshmen delegation. One. two, three, four, live, six, seven, All good Juniors go to heaven. When they get there they will tell How the Freshie worked like One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Did we win? Well, I guess! Freshmen Chamys, yes! yes! Are we Cham; s? yes! yes! Freshmen tournament! Yes! Yes! 1910! Hi! Ho! Hum! First year, first year! yes, by gum. Freshmen, Freshmen, Ha! Ha! Ha! Banner class, banner class, Ra! Ra! Ra! —62- Freshmen Alphabet A stands for Allerton, tall and dark; B stands for Brewer, our basket ball shark. C stands for Clanton, artist of all classes. I) stands for Drawing, in which she surpasses. E stands for Eynon, best rooter in school; F stands for Freshmen, who’s surely no fool. G stands for Grace, with hair in a curl; H stands for Hazel, somebody’s best girl. I stands for Ice, which Freshmen don’t need; J stands for Joseph, who drives a roan steed. K stands for Kick, which the Juniors did; L stands for Lucy, the “candy kid.” M stands for Maud, who thinks English great; N stands for Normal, best school in the state. 0 stands for Ole, who plays basket ball; P stands for Price, our president tall. Q stands for Quizzes, in which we delight; R stands for Rufus, who’s surely all right. S stands for Seniors, whom the Freshmen defend; T stands for Tintinger, the little boys’ friend. U stands for Us. whom you all know well; V stands for Valor, in which we excel. W stands for Walsh, naught can distress her; X stands for X-Ray, our class professor. Y stands for Yells.which make Juniors fret; Z stands for Zeros, which no Freshmen get. Preparatory Class Organization PREPS 13 Class Colors. Old Rose and Pearl Gray. Class Flower. Bitter-root. Class Motto. We have reached the foothills, the mountains are beyond Class Officers. Prof. J. E. Monroe .Dolores Commeau Katie Clarke Secretary Treasurer Jeanette Halstead Louise Forrest Sergeants-at-Anns.................Dora Hart and Mae Capps Class Yell. I’ersimmcms. persimmons, Peaches and cream, Thirteen invincibles, Ain't we a dream. Class Song (Tune -down in jungle town. I. We’re a classy set. the Preps of nineteen ten you bet. Juniors are our friends, we never fear when they are near Monroe is our Class Professor and you bet he’s there With his pulleys, weights, and measures, and his frozen air Big Gig Goo, We’re for you, just listen to us sing CHORUS. Down in Xormal town, there is a class whom none frown, Tho’ they call us the babes, yet they know we’re not afraid, And in years to come we’ll be Seniors every one. Then we’ll still uphold the little Prep class, Way down in Xormal town. ii Preps play basket ball, we’re rather small, that is all. When we’ve grown a bit. we’ll make a hit. yes we’ll be it. Casey. Clarke, and Daniothy; Shiell and Pendergast, When they get the ball, you bet they pass it mighty fast, Little Captain Dolores Commeau, she’s the Prep team’s real thing. —«r� Professor Monroe. ‘A right proper man, just in his' judgment, true of his word.” 4 Delia Goodman. “The habit of looking on the best side of everything is worth at least a thousand pounds a year.” Lillian Casey. “Life without laughing is a dreary blank.” Katie Clarke. “A face with gladness overspread.” Mae Capps. “Her thoughts are ever in the past.” Nettie Shibll. “Happy am I, from care I’m free.” Louise Forrest. A winning way, — a pleasant smile.” Dora Hart. In youthful bloom, love sparkling in her eye.” Helen Lindlief. “And ease of heart her every look betrayed.” Jeanette Halstead. “Her ways are ways of pleasantness and all her paths are peace.” Jean Pendbrgasi. “She runs, but hopes she does not run unseen.” Fern Andrus. A quiet youth of modest mien.” Bonnie Malone. As merry as the day is long.” Dolores Commeau. A modest blush she wears, not tormed by art.” Carrie Rasmussen. Silence is the perfectcst herald of joy.” Cecile Ferry. All’s well to her above her ban she’d make sweet eyes to any man.” 7— Y. W. C. A. Officers for 1910. Miss Gladys Winters ............................President Miss Maud Arthur .. .....................Vice-President Miss Ruth GrifVin................................Secretary Miss Mettie Slocum .............................Treasurer That which has created especial interest in the work this year, is the Bible Study Class, conducted by Professor Robert Clark. The members are studying two books, “A I larmony of the Gospels,” and “Studies in the Life of Christ.” Miss Gladys Winters attended the Northwestern Conference of the Young Women’s Christian Association, held in June at North Beach, Washington, and has had many interesting things to tell. —69— Top How—Selma Bondeson. Lucie Nutterville, .Jessica Alspaugh, Mildred Weenink, Edith Nutterville. Lower Row—Myrtle McKillican, Mettie Slocum, Alice Conway, Beulah Harrison, Olga Olson. —70— Chinook Editorial Staff Editor-in-Chief ..... Assitant Editor .... Literary Editor .... Social Editor ..... Music Editor Athletic Editor ... Humor Editor....... Calendar Editor . Art Editor ........ Business Managers ..Jessica Alspaugh Lucie Xutterville Edith Xutterville Selma Bondeson Myrtle McKillican ........Olga Olson ..................Mettie Slocum ...............Mildred Weenink Alice Conway, Beulah Harrison Monmal Editorial Staff Editor-in-Chief.... Clara Kermode Assistant Editor .. Lucie Xutterville Literary Editor Etta Brainard Assistant Literary Editor Mamie Haves Local and Social Editor Lora Maxwell Senior Class Editor Hazel Duncan Junior Class Editor Gertrude Reardon Freshman Class Editor Selina Evnon Elementary ( lass Editor Sophia Thomas Wit and Humor Editor Edith Xutterville Assistant Wit and Humor Editor Frances Stebbins Alumni Editor Edna Ketchum Exchange Editor ..... Beulah Harrison Assistant Exchange Editor .. Mary Kelly Art Editor... Mildred Weenink Assistant Art Editor Alberta Andrus Business Manager .. .. . Loche Maurer The Monmal The history of the Monmal during the four years of its existence, consists chiefly of the changes in its management and organization. During the past year one amendment has been made to the constitution prohibiting any from holding office at the same time on the Monmal board and staff. In order to emphasize the local and social phase as well as the humor in, our magazine, the board and staff provided for separate departments and separate editors for each. In addition to the regular local and social editor there has been an assistant editor appointed in each class so that each class might be better represented. Inter-Collegiate Oratorical Contest The Montana State Normal College has been a member of the Inter-collegiate Oratorical Association of Montana for three years. Within these three years, it has had the honor of being represented by two winning contestants. Each year local associations are organized and preliminary contests are held. The preliminary contest of 1909 was as follows: Miss Powers............................ “Aesthetic Montana” Mr. Carroll..............................“A Plea for Our Navy” 'I'he State Contest, May 7, was held for the first time at the Normal College, and Mr. Carroll carried away the honors The following program was rendered: Orchestra. Invocation.....................................Rev. Mr. Colver Remarks by President..........................Miss Storey “The Call of Duty,”.............................Mr. O’Rourke State University. “The Octupus,”.............................................Mr. Dusenburv Agricultural College. Solo..............................................Miss Remley “A Plea for Our Navy,”..........................Mr. Carroll State Normal College. “Our Seer of Seers,”...............................Mr. Monroe Wesleyan University. —74- Orchestra. A Plea for Our Navy During the last few years, the naval policy of the United States has been a subject of much discussion and contention. At the national capital our statemen have bitterly opposed each other whenever a bill making an appropriation for increasing the navy has come up in Congress. On one side are those who strenuously oppose even the moderate additions that we arc making to our navy, claiming that it is already far in excess of our needs. Several of our Congressmen, taking an extreme position, regard our navy as a national burden, favor disarmament, and would intrust our vital interests to the caprices of international arbitration. On the other side are those who maintain that our great and various interests, our possessions at home and abroad, and the increasing naval strength of other powers, demand a larger, stronger, and mor efficient navy. Honorable Richmond P. Hobson, recognized as one of the greatest naval experts of modem times, said recently in the House of Representatives, “It would be a matter of supreme advantage if it were possible to duplicate our navy forthwith, and then to proceed to increase it at a rate about three times as rapid as the present rate.” Such is the great diversity of opinion concerning the naval question. Of course, the keenest statesman cannot predict with any degree of certainty what the future difficulties and contingencies may demand. Time alone will tell whether we should build two battleships or ten times two. But we dare not face the future in a state of national weakness. It is a safer and cheaper policy to build ten battleships today and find that we need but two tomorrow than to build two today and find that we need ten tomorrow. In providing for our national defense we must direct our naval program according to existing conditions. One of the factors to be taken into account in determining what constitutes an adequate navy, is the length and importance of the coast line to be protected, together with the facility with which any part of it may be reached on short notice. On the Atlantic we have nine thousand miles of seacoast as compared with Germany’s eight hundred miles, the seventeen hundred of France, and Great Britain’s twenty-two hundred. On the Pacific we have over ten thousand miles of seacoast. while Japan has but five thousand miles. These long lines of seacoast have numerous bays and deep rivers leading into the interior, and they are dotted with populous cities. On the Atlantic coast there is, approximately, twenty-five billion dollars worth of property within gunshot of the water, with nearly the same amount within range on the Pacific coast. And what of our thousands of islands in the distant Pacific! A fleet in one ocean cannot be counted on for protection in the other on account of geographical features. In case of war the protection of the Atlantic seaboard would require the entire present strength of our navy. ()ur island possessions and every foot of our western coast would be left wholly at the mercy of our enemy. The extent and vital importance of our shores will compel the United States to maintain two great fleets even after the Panama Canal has been completed. When we consider the military and naval strength of other countries, and especially the recent growth of their navies, our own defenseless condition and inactivity become alarming. All other great nations of the world keep standing armies from eight to ten times greater than that of the United States. All other great nations of the world make every able-bodied man a trained soldier. But in our own country not one man in a hundred has the slightest conception of the duties of a modem —75— soldier. Soldiering has become a highly technical profession, demanding several years of special training to fit the raw-recruit for duty. The time has long gone by when every able-bodied man can, at a moment’s notice transform himself into an effective soldier. Consequently, as far as our land forces are concerned, we may consider ourselves the one unarmed nation living in an armed world. Unlike other countries we are thus, in the absence of trained soldiers, almost wholly dependent upon our navy for protection. The latest available data of the relative strength of the principal naval powers of the world give Great Britain fifty-five battleships; the United States, twenty-five; France, twenty-five; Germany, twenty-four, and Japan, fourteen. According to these figures the United States navy ranks second only to that of Great Britain. But the real strength of a navy ades not depend so much upon the number as on the character of the vessels composing it. The advent of the modem dread-naught has revolutionized naval construction no less than did the Monitor and the Merrimac fifty years ago. It is estimated that one vessel of the dreadnaught type is equal to six ordinary first-class battleships. Up to the present time England and Japan are the only powers that have dreadnaughts in commission. Each has two of these great monsters ready for active service. In the construction of these large vessels Germany takes first place. She is building ten vessels of the new type; England follows with six; France is building six. and Japan four. The United States is building but four, and has provided for only two more. In terms of dreadnaughts completed or in the process of construction, we are advancing at two fifths the rate of Germany, one-half the rate of England, and two-thirds the rate of Japan and France. Furthermore, these countries have extensive naval plans for the future. According to the naval programs of Great Britain and Germany, the former will have twenty, the latter seventeen vessels of the dreadnaught type, by March, 1912. When we compare the extent of our coastlines with those of other nations, and the strength and rate of growth of our navy with the strength and rate of growth of foreign navies, it is evident that our navy is not only inadequate to insure our protection, but that it will soon be outclassed altogether unless immediate steps are taken to build it up. A pretext for war is easily found, and especially so in the case of the strong against the weak. But we may expect differences with Asiatic and European countries to arise from three chief causes, namely, commercial competition, racial antagonism, and territorial controversies. Today, the United States is one of the leading commercial nations. ()ur products are found in all markets of the world. The jealous eyes of our competitors are seriously considering our expanding trade The struggle for commercial supremacy in which our country is taking a leading part, is growing more bitter each year, and must eventually bring us into rivalries leading to war. Race antagonism has been a chief cause of war in the past, and it will, undoubtedly, cause contention and strife in the years to come. History teaches us that where two distinct races come into contact, one of two things must happen: one race must acknowledge the superiority of the other, or there must be conflict. We have in our midst ten million negroes. There is peace because one race admits the superiority of the other. We have in the Philippine Islands seven millions brown people to guard and govern. There is facing us in Asia a thousand million of the brown and yellow races, thousands of whom are eager to come to our shores. Thus we shall have to deal with the race question in all its various forms. The recent trouble in California, which came so near involving the United States and Japan in war. is only a forerunning of the racial struggle for supremacy that may be expected in the future. Perhaps the first and foremost cause of war between re— nations has been the desire to gain territory. The last century has been remarkably productive of such wars. In Korea and China, in Burma and Manchuria, in Southern Africa and Egypt, in Turkey and Greece, in Italy. Germany and France, and even in our own country there have been wars of conquest within the last century. Considering that we expect our commercial interests to double in the years to come, that we expect to be brought into closer contact with all the different peoples of the world, that we expect the Monroe Doctrine to protect every foot of land in the Western Hemisphere from European and Asiatic conquests, it is reasonable to regard war as a future contingency at least. Will our navy be adequate to uphold the wealth and honor of this great nation? This is a question which concerns every patriotic citizen. A brief review of American History is sufficient to show that the achievements of our navy have been not only a source of pride to every patriotic heart, but also highly instrumental in making our country what it is today. From the senile dependents of a king we have become a great free republic. From the original Thirteen Colonies we have gradually carried the Stars and Stripes westward to the Pacific to the Orient. During the short period of our national existence we have built up a mighty nation, a mighty world power, but we have had to fight every inch of our way. Hardly a ste’ has been made in our progress, as our country became larger and freer, unaccompanied by the roar of our navy’s cannon. As in the past, an efficient navy is absolutely essential to our safety and welfare. The time will surely come when this country will have to face the bristling guns of a foreign foe. Our peaceful attitude will not alter the motives and forces which move nations. Wars may be expected for generations to come, and when war does come our enemy will not kindly wait until we are ready. Shall we meet them on equal grounds, or shall we stand idly by, trusting in Providence, until our coast cities arc in flames, until our commerce is driven from the seas, until we are beset and beleaguered from every side? At present no war cloud hovers over our nation, but we cannot rest assured that peace is to continue forever. The clash of arms cannot be foretold. The demon war often swoops down upon an unsuspecting and peaceful people like an uncalculated eclipse. In 1770, 1812, ’46, ‘61, and ’98, no one was able to foretell the approach of conflict a year in advance. Civilization has not yet reached that point where nations may safely dispense with the instruments of war. The highest type of man is still a fighter. As the poet has said: (), not yet may’st thou Unbrace thy corselet, nor lay By thy sword; nor yet, (), Freedom, close thy lids in Slumber, for thine enemy, Never sleeps, and thou Must watch and combat ‘Till the day of the new Earth and Heaven. Our country is standing today on the mere threshold of its great future. Without a question it is our true interest to cultivate the most friendly relations with every foreign power, to use every honorable means to avoid the calamities of war. But we hinder rather than aid the cause of peace unless we are prepared to demand justice, and protect our rights. National weakness invites aggression and insult, and finally leads to arms. Under existing conditions the future welfare of our country demands a navy such as we are entitled to have, such as we are ready to vote and pay for. a navy commensurate with our growth, development, and responsibilities. Joseph Carroll, 10. Inter-Mountain Educator The Inter-Mountain Educator is a monthly publication, representing the interests of education in the Northwest. It is also the official organ of the State Teachers' Association of Montana. The journal is widely read throughout the state, and is really indispensable to any one interested in the educational affairs of this section of the country. It is published by some of the leading educators of the State. Via Christi Via Christi consists of a class of Normal students, under the charge of Miss Carson. The class is held in connection with the St. James Episcopal Sunday School, but it is undenominational in character. This year the members have been studying Bible stories and Professor Moulton’s edition of the Proverbs. President ....................... Bema Schroeder Secretary............................... Clara Kermode Z. Z. Z. Society President........ Vice-President... Secretary ....... Treasurer........ Sergeant-at-Arms Genevieve Albertson Lola Church ..........Ada Ilurd .... Bertha Oard Lena Tintinger Der Deutsche Verein The Gentian Club was organized on October twenty-second. under the direction of Mrs. Kress, instructor in the Language Department. The colors adopted were the national colors of Germany, red, white and black, and the motto, “Uebung macht den Meister.” Meetings are held once every two weeks. At each meeting a short program is given, after which all conversation is carried on in the German language. The Christmas “Versammlung” of the club was held December seventeenth, and a very entertaining program was given bv some of the members. The purpose of the Club is to help the student to perfect his German conversation, and to give him a knowledge of German life and customs. 'l'he officers of I )cr I )eutsche Verien are: President, Joseph Carroll Treasurer, Diva Wilson Secretary. Gladys Winters V Kappa Zeta Nu Kappa Zeta Xu was organized in 1905, by the girls of the Senior class. Since then each class has carried on the work, and the organization has become an important factor in the social and literary life of the college. This year the members of Sorority have studied works of Art, and the writings of present day American authors. Officers for 1909. President................ ..............Jessica Alspaugh Yice-President........................... Etta Brainard Secretary .............................Lucie Xutterville Treasurer............... .... ............ Selma Bondeson Critic................................... Clara Kermode Historian................................ Beulah Harrison Sergeant-at-Amis............ ...........Ethel Dautermann Child Study Club The Child Study Club was organized in December, 1909, under the direction of Professor Clark. The members are Senior students of the Normal College, and the teachers in the practice school. At each meeting, two reports are read and discussed. The purpose of the club is to study the physical, mental, moral, and social nature of the child. —Si— Strength in Numbers SENIOR PRIZE STORY BY EDITH NUTTERVILLE In was one of those rainy days in early spring, when all the world is gray, and even the happiest have an indefinite feeling of unhappiness. In the branch of a tree just outside the window of the little church a bird chirped fitfully, as if trying to find some sunlight in the dreary world. Inside the church, Eloise, who felt that for her there was no hope of sunlight, prayed for strength to endure the trouble that had come to her. She had learned that morning that she must renounce the ambition she had cherished for so long. She had always hoped and believed that some day she would go to a medical school, and, having become the wonderful doctor she was sure she could be, she felt that there was no limit to the go xl she could do among the poor in the great city, but this morning her father had told her that the lack of funds would prevent her attaining her ambition, for her step-mother would not forego the luxuries to which she was accustomed, and the alternative was that Eloise must give up the hope of going to college. The little church was empty, when Eliosc left, save for two persons one, a little woman in an old shawl, the other, a man of perhaps thirty. | The next afternoon, while Eloise was deep in a medical journal, the maid brought her a card. “Dr. Richard Anglin,” she read. “ I wonder who he is. I don’t remember the name.” She said to the maid, “Tell Dr. Anglin I will be down in a minute.” When she entered the room a few minutes later Dr. Anglin arose, “I called, Miss Morton, to return your prayer-book, which I found in the church yesterday after you had left.” “Oh, thank you, so much. I would not have lost it for anything. It was a present from my mother who is dead.” It s x n developed that Dr. Anglin’s father had been one of Mr. Morton’s best friends at college, and this call was but one of a number which followed. The result was that arrangements were made, whereby Dr. Anglin should attempt to prepare Eloise for college, in the hope that some day she would be able to go. A year had passed. Eloise felt that she was ready to enter college, and her father’s affairs being greatly improved, it seemed very probable that she could go. She was receiving her last lesson from Dr. Anglin. “Oh, it does not seem possible that at last, I am to go to college,” she said. “Do you really think you care to be a doctor? “('are to be a doctor! Indeed I do. Just think of all the good a doctor can do!” “Yes, but think, too, of the suffering a doctor must witness. Suffering he is sometimes jxnveriess to allay. “But those are the rarer cases. There is so much suffering and pain a doctor can cure. Oh. you must not try to discourage me now. I shall never be satisfied till I have attained my desire.” “I would not discourage you, Eloise. but surely you must know how dear you have grown to me in this year. I know what a hard life you have chosen, and 1 would save you from it if I could.” “You can’t, Dr. Dick. I won’t attempt to pretend I am indifferent to you, but I feel that it is my mission to go on as 1 have planned.” No amount of argument would sway her, so Eloise went to —S3— college, and after years of hard study she obtained her degree. When she graduated she felt that the world was all before her. and armed with theories and note books, she started on her career of triumph. Her disappointment was very keen when she found that the poor and sick did not feel the same unlimited confidence that she did. In fact they were just the least bit suspicious of this girl-doctor, who dispensed her sendees so freely. For nearly a year Eloise struggled, but there was no change for the better in the great city. Discouraged, she crept back home, to rest and gain strength for a new attack on this unappreciative world. Dr. Anglin comforted her as well as he could, telling her she should not expect success so quickly, and finally in a flash of inspiration he said, “Eloise, youand I could do so much more, working together than you can. alone. Shall we join forces dear?” It was only after a great deal of argument, and when he had promised, that she should always help h'm in his work that Eloise finally said, “Yes.” It was one of the beautiful sunshiny days in early spring, when even the most unfortunate feel that there is some beauty and happiness in the world for everyone. Hundreds of birds joyfully sang in the trees outside the little church. Eloise and Dr. Anglin turned away from the altar. They had, as he had suggested, “joined forces.” —s� — Aunt Emeline’s Will JUNIOR PRIZE STORY BY JESSIE POINDEXTER Winnifred Gilbert was slowly walking up the avenue, the pavement on one side edged with rows of trees, some laden with blossoms of early spring, and bordered on the other by the broad velvety lawns of many pretentious looking homes. Turning at in the entrance of a beautiful gray stone residence, she ascended the steps and, crossing the wide veranda, threw herself into a hammock, her music roll falling unheeded to the floor. Oh. dear, I’m tired of it all,” she sighed. I ought to appreciate it, but I guess I don’t. I hate such idleness, but I do like my music,” her glance fell on the roll lying by her side. You dear old Beethoven and Mozart and the rest of you! You all remind me so much of home. Oh. to go back, if only for a week!” She closed her eyes and saw her western home, comfortable and homelike, though nothing like this one in which she now lived. Her father—how she had loved him! Left motherless during her high school life, she had kept house for him and they had lived happily there for three years, when he was stricken with pneumonia, from which he never recovered. His older sister, Emeline, came west at the time of his illness, the first time they had seen each other in years, for in his younger days, he had crossed her will and she had never forgiven him; yet in her heart she loved this younger brother and when danger threatened him, she came in time to quench the smoldering feud and say farewell. Winnifred, his only child, just graduated from high school, she took home with her and for a year had kept her at her city residence, as Winnifred expressed it. idling her time away. Winnifred had long been planning to take a course in Domestic Science at Phillipsburg. for she loved to cook, and her mother, too, had wished it. for she, at the time of her marriage. knew scarcely anything of housework, having devoted most of her time to music, and though her daughter inherited her love and talent for it. she wished her to develop others as well. Now, since Winnifred had come under the supervision of her aunt, her greatest desire had been denied her. her desire for going to Phillipsburg or any other science school. She caught sight of the morning’s mail lying on a table near her. Looking it over, she carried hers back to the hammock. Oh, here’s a catalogue from Phillipsburg.” she ex-craimed. opening it. This is splendid.” “What is splendid, Winnifred?” inquired her aunt, who had appeared in the doorway a moment before. I was just looking over a catalogue that has been sent to me. Aunt Emeline,” replied Winnifred, for she knew this was a sore subject for her aunt and the less said the l etter. I hope it is not one of those horrible science things,” again, but I see it is. Winnifred-, once ami for alL I will say again, if you decide on Phillipsburg, you do so entirely against my wishes and you will be made aware of the fact when you read my will. Suddenly, her tone softened Winnifred, dear child, how much you are like your father,” her hand rested on the bright wavy tresses, wound so girlishly about her head. I have had you with me for a year now, I should be very lonesome without you. Inly stay in the nest another year and then to Yassar or Wellesley, if you choose. Think it over, dear.” She stoo’x. 1 and kissed the girl's forehead, turned and slowly went toward the door. Howard, Howard, she murmured, she has your stub- —s5— born will, too, she is so much like you.” Winnifred raised her head and thru tear dimmed eyes, watched her aunt disappear within the house. “Sometimes I wonder if she really is m v aunt, they are so different. Lmeline Gilbert, spinster, was tall, with a severe countenance and a commanding manner to which all bowed with awe, yet underneath the cold exterior was a heart, a heart that obeyed human emotions, and. once it was reached, its owner appeared in a much different light. Winnifred's father had told her that disappointment in love had caused the change in his sister, it had made her bitter. Winnifred wondered now if it were true. Suddenly she stood up. “Well. Aunt Kmeline, its no use. I don’t care for any old will anyhow. I’m going.” and when fall came, she went. Her aunt was very angry; she thought the girl would change her mind, for surely she did not mean to go through that common science school. Little did she realize the detrmination behind those gentle gray eyes. Winnifred was happy, even though she disliked going against her aunt’s wishes. “It is better for me than staying there doing nothing,” she said, as she gazed across the campus from one of her windows. I’m so glad I have my own money. Dear Aunt Line-line, I can’t help loving you and Flora wanted the money much more than I did. so 1 don’t care,” and she turned, contented with her lot, to unpack her trunks. Christmas she spent at school and a very lonely Christmas it was. too. Still, as she was very popular, she found plenty to occuov her time. As vacation days drew' near, she began to worn a little; her aunt had never said in her brief letters that she should return, but one day the word came and Winn-fred went back to the Gilbert home to face again persuasion, anger, and almost tears against her chosen school; all with no effect, however, for she returned again to Phillipsburg. One day, she was called to meet a young gentleman who had asked for her. As she entered the room, she noticed at a glance that he was tall, almost handsome, broad shouldered, and athletic looking. “Miss Gilbert?” he inquired, pleasantly, “I have a letter that may interest you, it certainly does me.” She took it in surprise and hastily scanned its contents “You are Horace Chester, Edith's own cousin,” she exclaimed. “I’m so glad to see you. You’re right from home, too.” She extended her hand impulsively. “1 would know you were from the west, ’’he said admiringly. “Edith certainly has good taste in picking out chums.” “No, you mean I have,” returned Winnifred, for Edith was her chum during those happy days in the west. Ss started a friendship that was to endure long. Winnifred learned that Horace Chester was enrolled at Princeton, not far from her own school, so this was the beginning of many good times to follow in the future. Days and months passed and finally came the graduation. The very best in her class, Miss Gilbert could scarcely help being a little proud of her niece, though she did not betray it by word or sign, not even consenting to attend the exercises of graduation week. Winnifred’s last night at Phillipsburg came and with it, her good bye to Horace. “Till we meet again. she had said to him as she went away in a radiant mood, bong she stood at her window, gazing out over the campus into thedark star-lit skies; turning, she leaned over the vase, full of great red roses, his last gift. “OH, you beauties, will they care at home, do you think?” The summer passed all too soon and September came again. With it came an offer to Winnifred for a position at her chosen college, which, she accepted. For Aunt Eemline this was the last straw. To think of a Gilbert working in that manner was even more than she could stand. )ne bright day in October a telegram was sent to Winnifred. Her aunt was [ — very ill. Promptly she resigned her position. On her way home, she determined to do what she could to make amends to her aunt for her stubbomess, if it were not too late. And it was not too late. The attack proved to be nervous prostration and Miss Gilbert would allow no one near her except the nurse and Winnifred, who became an important figure in the sick room and finally took entire charge of the case. Slowly the patient recovered her strength, and once when the Opoprtunity presented itself. Winnifred told her of Horace; but she shook her head in disapproval each time it was mentioned so the subject was dropped. One morning, just after a rain, as she was starting for her daily walk. Winnifred noticed an elderly gentleman crossing the street slowly and leaning heavily upon a cane. Suddenly the cane slipped upon the wet pavement and the old man fell heavily to the ground. She hurried to his assistance, but he lay there unconscious, one leg doubled under him. Quickly she ran back into the house and with the help of a few others succeeded in placing him in one of the large rooms of the house. “I know Aunt Em won’t mind.” she said as she hastily summoned the doctor, and Miss Gilbert did not mind, in fact she was beginning to admire greatly the ability of this young niece of hers, as did also the old gentleman, who would allow no one else to be near him. As the broken limb mended slowly he spent his time in telling her about his son. 1 le had come all the way from the west to meet his son’s stweeheart. as he put it. “Some prig of a girl.” and he would always end with441 wish you two could meet somehow. I think you’d like each other. I hope the otherone is like you.” It seemed that the son had written his father of “her” and the old man. anxious to sec his son’s choice, had started out to judge for himself, without his son’s knowledge, but on his first day in the city he had been injured. The doctor ordered Winnifred to take a week’s rest from her duties and she was hurried away to Lakewood, a quiet. little place to visit a friend. The old gentleman was much disappointed. “Oh, my dear,” he said, as he had fallen into a habit of calling her. “I wanted to surprise you. I have sent for him to come, and now you are going away.” “Oh. but you won’t need me now. You will see Aunt Em this week, she is up now, you know,” and she departed gayly, glad of a rest from her confining duties. Miss (iilbert was thinking. “ 1 suppose I ought to have gone to see him before. Winifred says he is fretful at times. I imagine he is rather old. She will be back tomorrow, thank goodness!” She was on her way up to the room in which Winifred’s patient was. Knocking softly, she pushed open the door. The man seated by the window turned. Suddenly he started, she too, had turned pale. “You, John?” she whispered incredulously. “Emeline!.’ “You remember me! Is it really you?” “And after all these years. Emeline, have you been happy with him?” “Have I been happy? Happy with my very heart trampled on? Oh John!” “But Harold where is he? He didn’t get you after all?” “I sent Harold away. I never loved him, and you —you never came back to me.” “Emeline! They told me you were to be married, that you had forgotten me, so I went far away as as I could - and tried to forget. I lived in South America for awhile, then I went west, where I have been even since. The boy and I are all alone now, and I came out here to see him. And you are still here. Oh. Emeline, had I but known.” That evening the son arrived and the three sj ent a pleasant time together. The next afternoon. Miss Gill ert, after carefully describing her to him, sent him to meet Winifred. “I wonder what dad thinks he’s framing up,” he thought to himself, on his way to the station, for his father had never ceased praising this new found friend of his. “If he thinks I’m going to forget everything just for someone he has picked out for me, his ideas are going to get an awful jar. Just the then the train arrived and he busied himself looking for a pretty young girl in a trim brown suit and brown furs, according to Miss Gilbert’s description. There she was now. He hurried toward her just as she was alighting from the coach. “Why Winifred! What on earth!” “Well Horace Chester! How in creation did you ever get here ? My! but I ’m glad to see you But you can’t go back with me. Aunt Emelinc wouldn’t—” “Yes, she would too, she’s just tickled to death and that’s all we were waiting for. isn't it? It's too good to be true. “Horace, I’m so ha w.” “You’re not a bit ahead of me,” he exclaimed, excitedly. “Come on, let’s go,” and they hurried off together, arriving a little later at Miss Gilbert’s. Running up the stairs, they threw oven the door of the room and found Aunt Emeline —$8- herself reading to Winifred’s patient. “It's all right, clad, she'll have me!” announced Horace, breathlessly. “Why Winifred, really’ — began Aunt Emeline, “Oh, Aunt Emeline, this is Horace, the Horace I told you about, but you wouldn’t listen. Don't you remember? I’ve known him for two years.'' “You won’t object now and spoil it all, will you Miss G?” Hut instead of objecting, she placed their hands together. “Not now,” she answered softly. “They shall have what we have missed, John. Though it is too late for us, they have found each other in time to be happy.” Late in the evening. Aunt Emeline drew some papers from her desk and opened them. One sentence began: I hereby bequeath to Flora M. Gilbert all my property and personal belongings, etc. She -carried the packet to the fireplace and dropped it on the blazing logs, watching it until it became charred. “You shall have it all. Winifred,” she said softly. A Government Position SOPHOMORE PRIZE STORY BY PRISCILLA RENWICK “Goodbye, Nora, goodbye, chorused a group of girls who were standing in the depot of Thornton, a town in New Hampshire. “Don’t forget to write, all of you, called the pretty girl from the car window, adding as an after-thought “Of course, I’ll write, too.” “Really, do you mean it? cried one of the girls, while another laughingly said,'“Yes. a long letter, three or four postals, and ------- silence. Nora joined in the merry trill of laughter against herself, for her carelessness as a correspondent was well known. The few onlokers envied the merry schoolgirls, little knowing that each one, for Noras sake, was bravely checking the unbidden tears, which were suspiciously near the surface. “’Board! cried the conductor, and the girls happily found an escape valve for their feelings by shouting their class yell and vigorously waving their handkerchiefs, until the train, gathering speed with every puff, receded from their sight, carrying Nora Chidley, who for nearly three years had been the school-mate and close companion of many of the group. Nora was the only daughter of Dr. Chidley, a widower, who lived in Southport, Maine. Southport was a pretty little town built ir on the grassy cliffs overlooking the sea. About twenty years ago, it had been the scene of an active shipping industry; the cliffs had resounded with the tap, tap, of the busy hammer, and many a ship had sailed proudly out of the little harbor upon her maiden voyage. Now, however, a neighboring town with greater railroad facilities had taken the industry from Southport, and, except for the brawny fishermen, a few tradesmen, and some old families who for association’s sake . lived still in the home of their fathers, the town was practically deserted. In the summer some of the old-fashioned, but cosy homes were rented by city people, who, glad to escape the rush and tread-mill of the busy towns, were tempted by the bracing air and scenic beauty of sunny Southeort. to rest and recover their health and energy. Except for these visitors. South- ort, left behind in the struggle for existence, seemed content to jog along in the same old rut. Many ’ eo de wondered why a man of Dr. Chidley’s intellectual ability was content to starve mentally and socially in the deserted little town, but the Doctor onlysmiled in reply to their questions and made vague re crcnce to his fishing interests. At the present time, he was beginning to feel the need of a young presence to brighten his lonely house and so he sent for his daughter, who had been studying music in a neighboring state. A bird singing gaily in the tree just outside her window awakened Nora the morning after she left school. For a moment she lay wondering if she were dreaming that she was home again. Then the remenmbered the parting from her school- life and friends, the rather tedious car journey, her arrival at home, and the loving welcome of her father. Lured by the brightness of the morning, Nora, without arousing the rest of the household, was soon outdoors, and passing quickly through the old-fashioned garden, ran down to the beach to greet her old friends, the fishermen, who were busy mending their nets. The weatherbeaten faces of the sturdy men shone with delight at the girls' approach, and hearty were the words which welcomed Miss Sunshine, as they called her. perhaps because the sunbeams seemed to be always dancing upon the golden head, j erhaps because of the merry —90— smile which shone from the blue eyes, but rather because of the sweet and sunny dis osition which attracted every one to Xora Chid ley. A young man. walking upon the cliff above, gave a whistle of surprise and delight, at the picture on the beach below. The sky overhead reflected the deep blue of the ocean; the audacious little foam-embroidered v aves dashed upon the yellow l each in endeavor to reach the boats where the fishermen, clad in their oliskin caps, blue sweaters, and long hip boots, sat eagerly listening to every word which fell from the lips of the slender golden-haired girl, who sto xl in their midst. Soon Xora left the beach and climbed the winding path to the cliff above. Turning the last bend in the rocky cliff, she came face to face with a stalwart young man, who greeted her with pleased surprise. “Why, Mr. Payne, what are you doing at Southport?'' exclaimed Xora. when their first surprised greetings were over. “You don’t seem to be suffering from consumption, or nervous prostration, which is usually the reason that most ixjople bury themselves here.” Mr. Payne laughed merrily. “No indeed. Miss Chidley 1 can't complain of health nor lack of spirits just now. The fact is. my people are thinking of buying out one or two of these fishing boats, and so commissioned me to see about it. Bruce Payne was the brother of one of Nora’s school chums, and she had seen a great deal of him in the last three years, both at the school, where he often came to isit his sister, and during the shorter vacations, when she had accompanied Vera Payne to her near-by home. She knew he held some government position and wondered if his visit to South-port were really on private business as he had stated. A few days later Nora was walking along the cliff about a mile from the town, when she came to a little path which wound steeply down the face of the cliff. Feeling in the mood for adventure, she ran down the path singing gaily. 1 “A gush of bird song. A patter of dew; A cloud and a rainbow’s warning; Suddenly sunshine And perfect blue; An April day in the morning.” Half-way down the face of the cliff, a bush grew near the path, and pushing this aside she entered a narrow passage way. After following this for about one hundred yards, Mora found herself in a large cave which had been the scene of many of her childhood pranks. To her great surprise, she saw that the cave was full of barrels and bales. Hearing voices, her instinct warned her to hide behind one of the bales and she had scarcely done so when two men came into the cave through a passage way which led from the beach. “Tonight at nine,” said one. “1 guess so,” was the reply. “The Doc. will l e here, of course.” “Sure,” said the first speaker, ‘‘he’s always on time.” As the two men passed through the cave and disappeared through the entrance to the cliff beyond, Xora saw Bruce Payne enter and quietly follow them out. How Nora managed to get safely home that afternoon she never knew. Every faculty was numbed by the shock she received when she realized that her father was connected with a smuggling gang who were actually going to meet in the cave that night. Suddenly a new fear possessed her — the full significance of Bruce Payne’s presence in Southport burst upon her he was there to stop the smuggling. ()f course he had discovered the smugglers’ plans and would have the cave surrounded by his men that night. In a fever of anxiety and fear. Xora searched the house and garden, but the Doctor was nowhere to l e found. As night was already closing in. she realized that the only way o warn him was to go herself to the cave. Throwing a (lark 01— wrap around hfcr head and shoulders, she ran quickly through the gathering gloom. Rounding the head of the cliff, she was a dark speck on the water, which she knew must Ik the smugglers’ sloop, and she j rayed as she ran that she might rea'h the cave before the men left for the beach, and revent any fight in’ “Nora!” “Miss Sunshine!” burst in sur rise and dismay from her father and the men who were gathered in the cave, moving the casts and com' leting arrangements for the night’s work. ‘‘Father, the conscH't men are on the alert. You must all go quickly. Even now they may be surrounding the cave!” The figures of the men were hardly discernible in the dimly-lighted cave, as Nora turned from her father and fa e I them. “Boys,” she said, Ouit it. Uncle Sam’s too strong .or you anyway. You’re all strong enough to gain an honest living. Work for your country, not against her. Remember that ‘Right makes might.’ Give u the underhand work tonight and be straight.” � _ � i � J As the girl stopped s; caking, every mans’ ca was his in hand, and more than a few voices were husky as they ans-wered, “We will, Miss Sunshine.” Led by Dr. Chidley and Xora they quickly left the cave and went unmolested to their res ective homes. As Xora took her customary walk next day. she was overta en by the last ; erson she felt she wanted to see that day. “Good morning. Miss Xora,” said Bruce Payne, “I came to thank you for your j art in last night’s proceedings. Of course we had the cave guarded last night, but after your intervention I thought it best to let the men go quietly home. You have stO'y ed smuggling here, more com: letely than any number of government officials.” Then that business-like young man looted down into the blue eyes and said. “Xora, won't ou taVe a government osition as chief adviser to one of its offi- ials?” As he read the answer there, a lark flew up from the grass near their feet, and as they watched its flight until it became a mere speck in the blue sky above, the same thought came to them both — I “God’s in His Heaven . � All’s right with the world 1 2 — The Fire at the Bluebird FRESHMAN PRIZE STORY BY RUTH GRIFFIN Day was breaking in the mining town of Mills in western Wyoming. The whistle summoning the miners to work had blown. Men with pit caps and dinner buckets and picks were streaming toward the mine. The sun was shining brightly and the air was full of the early morning sweetness. Smoke was pouring from the engine house and trains were clanking in the yards. Upon reaching the mine the men lighted their pit lamps and disappeared down the man-way. The rule was that all must be at work by the time the second whistle blew. The foreman, George Shelly, stood at the entrance, checking the men as they went in. “You’re late. You can go get your time, Dooley, and your services will be no longer required, he called out to a miner who had just come up to the man-way. “The last whistle has blown.” “I am not late. The whistle hasn't blown,” the man replied. Just then the whistle blew. “My time is wrong. Well, get along to work. Better be a little earlier in the future,” and with a dark frown the foreman walked away. Dooley was an Irishman who had come to Mills to work in the mines just a few days before. Here he found good wages. He was working hard and saving to bring to America a certain blue-eyed, black-haired Irish girl whom he had loved long. He had taken an intense dislike to Shelly from the first. Shelly was a bully and coward and was hated by all. “It’s a wonder he didn't fire me, anyhow,” thot Dooley on his wav down. “He seems to have taken a fancy s ite to me. 1 shall have to try to get along with him, though.” Soon he reached his entry and fell hard to work digging coal. The time wore on. On the outside the sun rose high in the heavens and shone down its pitiless heat. On the inside, however, there was no change in the yellow, flickering light that the pit lamps furnished. Xot until nearly lunch time did Dooley stop work. The man in the next entry called to him to come and see a peculiar rock that had come down with the coal. They were busy examining it when a harsh voice broke in on them and Shelly, with his scowl still on, stood before them. Loafing, eh? I’ll show you. Loafing on company time. You can both get your time tonight and never show your faces to me again for work,” and then continued on his way. The two discharged men looked at one another blankly. “The old man is certainly in a frenzy today. If we didn’t get our walking tickets no one ever did. Well, me for lunch. I am not going to let it spoil my appetite,” and Dooley's companion reached for his lunch bucket while Dooley went slowly back to his entry. “I suppose I might as well eat, too,” and he took out his lunch of ham sandwiches, pie, cake, bananas, and cold tea. 1 le soon finished his lunch and began his work again. He would be payed for the day’s work at least. He did not know how long he had worked when a faint odor came to him. Ills face paled. Only gnee before had he experienced smelling it. He was working as a boy with his father. His father had perished with fifty-six other men. It was a fire. What a horrible sinking feeling as the knowledge broke on him. He stood, stunned. A crier bearing the dreaded word fire,”sped past him. It roused him and he plunged toward the entrance of his entry. Immediately cries filled the air and Dooley was surrounded by weeping, cursing, struggling men. Each was fighting to get ahead, trampling under foot those who were down. Shut up, you fools. Calm yourselves and try to make your way out.” Dooley’s voice . rose above the babel of Italian, Austrian, Slavonian, Finnish, French, English, rlish, and Scotch. The air was now so full of gas that Dooley choked as he spoke. Realizing that they must move quickly he led the way out of the entry. 1 Ie was not the same Dooley. His usual quiet grey eyes were flashing and he seemed endowed with superhuman strength. He jerked a big battling Finn from the j ath and pulled him along. Some thought he was leading them the wrong way and plunged oil in other directions. Some tried to knock him down, thinking he was us-posely leading them to death. On such he used his own fist and left them in huddled heaj s. Poor devils! I can’t help it. I tried to save you, he would mutter. On he went, his followers diminishing rapidly. He was getting exhausted. His lungs seemed about to burst with their load of foul air. His head was swimming. The shriek of a dying horse near bv seemed to break his ear drums. Soon he was alone. It was better for him that he was, for he could go faster. Gathering himself together he broke into a slow run. He slop ed into some water. He stoorcd down, bo1 a long drink, wet his handkerchief, ? ut it to his nose and went on. (Ties 1 Hel”!” God stive us! and heartrending me ans fell on his cars as he went along. He couldn’t stop to help the men. 'I hev were all half dead. Just as he was wondering how much further he had to go he fell over a soft yielding body. A groan escaped it. A —« sputtering pit lamp lay beside it. Dooley raised himself up and looked at the man. He had a great gash in the forehead. Dooley took him by the shoulder and shook him. The man opened his eyes. It was Shelly, the man he hated. “Help me. Take me out to air,” came Shelly’s weak voice. I can’t help you,” Dooley answered roughly, and started to go. “Don’t leave me. For God’s sake helo me. It was now a piteous wail. “I haven’t far to go now. I can at least try to save him. Come, be a man, Dooley,” said Dooley’s inner voice. “Well, here, take my hand and get ur . Put this handkerchief to your nose. Take a good hold of me.” and Dooley half dragging, half carrying Shelly, started again. At each ster Shell became more of a dead weight .Would they never reach the mouth? Once he stumbled and both fell heavily to the ground. They lay motionless for several minutes. Dooley finally aroused himself and catching Shelly by the arms crawled on. It seemed hours to Dooley. Shelly was now a dead weight on him. “I can’t do it. I’ve got to give u Dooley muttered. Hut what was that light ahead. And could he not hear shouts? At last they were near the mouth. His courage came back and he almost ran the few ste s that brou in him and his burden to light and li.'c. Dimly he saw the; reat crowd of weeding ’eerie gathered around the mouth; white-faced women, wringing their hands in ayony: strong men crying. Two brawny men came forward and the great weight was ta.l en off; then p eaceful rest an e to him; he • new no more. He did not hear the rim ing cheers or see a sweet-faced woman fall tr on Shelly with • hies and embraces, lie die: not even feel the jolt cf ti e jntutence ta? ing h:m to the hospital. As the sun rose next morning on desolate homes and 6— heartsick people, Dooley roused from his stupor for the first time. His first impression was of a soft white bed in a clean sunshiny room. Ilis next, that he was all together. “You’re all right, old man. You’ll see Molly yet,” was his thot and he smiled. He soon noticed that there were many other white beds closely surrounding his. Each held a sufferer. At the sound of a cough he turned to the one at his left. The man’s eyes were on him. It was Shelly. • “Shake, Dooley. Let's be friends,’’ were the words faintly spoken. Dooley extended his hand in a hearty grasp. In the Spring In the spring, the lovely spring, Oh, the hopes those bright days bring! Forests with new echoes ring, When the birds begin to sing In the spring. When the loud clear merry note Comes forth from the sweet bird’s throat, ()n the breeze the echoes float, Just as glides a bonny boat, In the spring. When the squirrels in their glee Lea] ing from their winter tree. Rustle in the leaves you see, As they scamper light and free. In the s; ring. When the shepherds guide their sheep To the pastures green and deep, ()’er which mellow moonbeams peep, And she stars a watch do keep, In the spring. When the silvery waters flow, And they cast a crystal glow, As they bounding onward go, To their home beyond the snow In the spring, Then this great, grand world of ours, Covered o’er with ferns and flowers, Brought by April sun and showers, Makes us think of God’s great powes, In the spring. Mattby Neeley. —97 — The Trapper ELEMENTARY PRIZE STORY BY DORA HART Outside the moaning night wind tossed the mass of branches against the sides of the tent, the ice snapped and cracked in the intense cold, while from the pine-covered hills came the long, lonesome howl of a wolf. Inside a little sheet iron stove burned furiously. Near it. and fastened to a stake, driven into the ground, sputtered a tallow candle. Seated on a soap box, close to both, was a man. reading a letter. His face wore a troubled look, for that very day had not he, Jack French, the trapj er, heard that the game warden with a body of helpers was coming down the river in search of those who trapped beaver and particularly for him? Though he knew his little tent, hidden in a thicket of willows on an island, was aim st sure to escape detection, yet there was still that haunting, uneasy feeling that he would be captured. Capture, for him, would mean long years, at hard labor, in a close penitentiary, for the laws were very strict with those who took beaver illegally. It would also mean a good deal more than this to him. It would mean Charley. He glanced again at the letter and read: “My dear Papa: “My back feels queer again today, so nurse Jane is writing this for me. Don’t feel bad now, remember I said ‘queer.’ 1 did not say it hurt. “Papa, I sometimes wonder, as I lie here, if you ever think of those times when you used to read to mamma in the evenings and I would sit in my big soft chair and listen. Mamma would always say, How is our little boy tonight?' and I could always smile and say I was very well. “Sometimes, when I feel very, very bad, nurse Jane will tell me that some day soon I'll be well enough to play like the other boys. Oh, 1 wish 1 could now. “The little boy in the bed next to me has been crying all day. Xurse Jane says it is because they took his papa to jail for taking money out of a store to make him well. I told nurse Jane I did not care if I did not get well so soon, as long as I knew my papa was honest. “I must sleep now, I will not write any more. Good night, papa. “Lovingly, “Charley.” Trapper Jack buried his head in his hands. Honest, yes, was he honest? Why not give it all up? There was plenty of work to be had. Why not get a job and be an honest man in his own conscience? Ah! well he knew why he did not. How clearly he could recall the great doctor’s words, “If the operation canot be performed by spring, it will be useless ever to have it done.” By spring, if he did not give up, he would have money enough to send the boy. Afterwards he would make money in honest ways, but his child must be saved by the surest means. No, he would not give up. Weeks flew by. Regularly every night Trapper Jack set his traps in the icy water and regularly, in the freezing chill of the mornings, he pulled in the cold, furry animals. His heart grew light. Soon he would have enough skins and oh! the joy! when he could take the green bills and go back to the hospital to see little Charley and make him like other boys. But fate had not decreed it so and one day a piece of thin ice gave way under his weight and let him down into the icy river. A three-mile walk home in frozen garments brought on a severe attack of rheumatism and it was manv weeks before —OS- lie could resume his trapping- Oh, the misery 0 that time! 1 le had to creep out in the snow and get broken boughs to feed his scanty fire. His entire store of food consisted o bacon, mustard, and crackers, the crackers giving out before he got well and leaving him with only the other two articles to tempt his failing appetite. He was without medicine of any sort and pain racked his joints, making him like an old man. Once, when he had been lying on hi. hard couch for nearly two days without anything but a sc rap of bacon to eat. he heard men’s voices outside the thicket in which his tent wa concealed. He knew he could not live if he continued in the same condition. If he called he would necessarily In tray himself but he would have proper care, warm food, and all hose things his feeble state demanded. For a few minutes the wish for the comforts, dear to very human being, came to h m but over all came the picture of his poor crinkled child and he resisted the temptation. As soon as he was able to be around again, he commenced his work with a renewed zeal: but s' ring was almost there, the ice was breaking u . and trapping was ’ oor. Every evening he worked until darkness came, tanning and preparing his skins for market. He must send r take the money soon or never. He had not quite recovered from his illness and the work progressed slowly. If his boy could but live another month he would be saved. The trap] er smiled to himself as he counted over the furs each day and thought of Charley jumping and running about when he should be cured. Kach week he wrote encouraging letters to him and received in turn, yes. received in turn one day the following: St. Mary’s Hospital, New York, Mar. 10, 1900. Jack French. Parrott, Mont. Your son died at seven this morning. Send directions immediately. Dr. Morris. A little over a week later the following appeared in a western newspaper: Jack French, At Last. (Special to the Independent.) I lelena, Mont.,- Pale, emaciated, a mere skeleton of a man staggered into town today. The officials recognized him as French, the trapper that the game warden has been trying for years to catch. His only words were, I ni here. Do as you ; lease. I Ie appears to be in a sort of apathy. Will not talk and eats searecely anything. His case will be tried Wednesday. Xo one has been able, as yet, to find the reason why French gave himself up. m Montana State Normal College Origin of the institution. The Act of Congress under which the state of Montana was admitted to the union, set aside one hundred thousand acres of the public domain for the establishment and support of a state normal school. In pursuance of the same plan the Legislative Assembly of Montana has passed acts establishing the State Normal School, locating it at Dillon, providing for the erection of buildings, and appropriating money to defray its expenses. The first building was completed and the school opened in 1897. By an act of the Eighth Legislative Assembly, which became a law Feb. 25th, 1903, the name of the institution was changed to the Montana State Normal College. Purpose of the Institution. The chief purpose of the college is to fit young people for teaching, especially in order to provide the public schools of Montana with teachers properly equipped both with instruction and with professional training. It has been well said that the work of the teacher is not to teach geography and arithmetic, but teach children. It is therefore essential for the teacher to understand the child, the nature of his mind and the laws of its development, and to learn how to apply this knowledge to the actual teaching of the child. All this must he accomplished through a thorough study of psychology and pedagogy supplemented by systematic observation of good teaching, and finally by actual practice in teaching under competent supervision. It still remains true, however, that geography, arithmetic and various other branches of study, are the principal vehicles through which the teacher’s work is accomplished. The teacher must therefore be thoroughly familiar with these subjects. It is not enough for the teacher to know as much of these subjects as he will have occasion to teach. Successful teaching, even in elementary grades, requires a strong grasp of the subject in its broader relations. In other words, scholarship is a necessary qualification for a teacher. —100— “Music resembles poetry; in each are nameless graces which no methods teach. And which a master-hand alone can reach.” Pope. —101— Value o Such questions as, “What is the value of music?” and “Mow is music classified as an art?” are asked again and again by people of every nation. Music has been defined as the language of the emotions. The general music lover and the musician are influenced by music very differently. The title of the conn osition, the con-dition under which it was written, the effect it is J. n wn to have had upon this or that notable person, in fact any romantic circumstance connected with it, effect the general lover of music, while the value of the composition is not considered. The musician looks upon music as music; he does not admire a phrase because it is a cunning imitation of a bird or brook, but because it is a fine piece of composition. Music is looked upon as a vague sensuous or emotional promoter of conditir ns in the hearer, and not the thing it really is. Yet how many aged men and women there are who have lived again their childhood days just while listening to an old meloly. How many persons there are who have been influenced by the playing or singing of a melody, into doing a deed which would otherwise have been left undone. If sounds in nature, as the warbling brooks, singing birds, sighing winds or dashing waves, can cause thrills of life to be felt, what not should a great composition varying in melody, produce? The value of music on the school program is great. Music is a change from other subjects. It has a power in it which quiets and rests the tired minds of the children. They grow to love what is good, true, and beautiful and they learn to appreciate the sounds in nature. “Music should he taught with the aim of ar rasing and cultivating the aesthetic emotions, and training the child’s mind, not only to receive, but to express and create.” Music has been adopted as the national art in Germany, f Music as painting was once in Italy and sculpture in Greece. “All ready the name of Beeth ven and Mozart are whispered through the civilized world in the same breath with Phidias and Michael Angelo. The time is probably not far distant when music will stand revealed, perchance, as the mightiest of the arts, and certainly, as the one ail peculiarly representative of our modem world with its intense life, complex civilization, and feverish self consciousness.” Junior Music. The class in Junior Music meets three times a week, Monday, Wednesday and Friday. The aim of the course is to give a thorough knowledge of the rudiments and essentials of music, to ] resent the emotional side of the subject, to awaken and develop an aesthetic appreciation of classic and modern songs; but chiefly to equip students with knowledge of the subject; to make them competent as tachers of music in the graded schools. Miss Grace Graeter, the instructor, supplied the class with a complete outline of the work to be taught in the grades. Some � ractice in conducting the class was also given t“ the students. Four books of the Eleanor Smith’s Music Series were studied during the year. Miss Graeter, who returned last fall to the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music from which institution she is a graduate, has been succeeded by Miss Edith Hatch. Miss Edith Hatch, of Aberdeen, was a pupil of the famous pianiste, Louise Sims, and was directed in her vocal work by Miss Clara Bauer of the Cincinnati Conservatory. Miss Hatch is a graduate of this Conservat ry, and was for two years a member of the Conservatory faculty. She has held the position as director of music in prominent colleges of Mississippi, Kentucky, and Alabama. Glee Club The Glee Club is an organization directed by Miss Hatch, instructor in the Music Department. The club consists f the musically inclined members of the College, who are putting, forth their best efforts to make the Club a success. — 10.T Programs and Recitals ’09 Miss Graeter arranged a delightful Mendelssohn program for Assembly, Feb. 4th. Miss Graeter gave a bright, interesting sketch of Mendelssohn’s life, character, and compositions. The musical part of the program consisted of a piano solo by Miss Grace Cleveland, “The Spring Song,” a vocal solo, “On the Wings of Song,” by Annis McWethey, and an ensemble by Miss Graeter and Miss Adams. The piano recital given by the pupils of Miss Graeter at the College, Mar. 26th, was one showing unusual musical knowledge and skill. Miss Juanita Thomas gave a very enjoyable program of varied classical selections, June 11th. Miss Thomas was as-sised by Mrs. C. W. Scott, soprano. A recital was given by the Misses Lora and Lola Maxwell, June 14th, 1909. Program Tarantelle, Op. 85...............................Heller Two Pianos. Mazurka De Concert..........................Leschetizky To a Wild Rose............................... McDowell To a Water Lily................................McDowell Slumber Song....................................Schuman Chorus St. Mary Magdalene...............Vincent D’lndy Fifty Women’s Voices Soprano Solos Mrs. Scott and Miss Paxton Octave Study Nd. 1......... .................... Kullak Aragonaise (Airde Pallet).................... Massenet Valse—A la Bien—Aimee............................Schutt Soprano Solos - Out of the Darkness......................D’Mardelot I Know a Lovely Garden .................. DTIardelot Gavotte and Musette ..............................D’Albert Spring Song Liebling Humoresque .................................... ...Dvorak Grand Polka de Concert............................Bartlett Chorus March from Athalia .....................Mendelssohn Sixty Mixed Voices. Accompanists: Miss Graeter Miss Juanita Thomas Program given by Miss Edith Amelia Hatch. September 24th, ’09. Program Concert stuck op. 79 ..............................Weber Larghetto ma non troppo Allegro passionate Tempo di marcia .. ...................Presto (Orchestral Accompaniment on second piano by Miss Graeter) Tone Pictures: Kamennoi Ostrow Rubenstein The Butterfly Ole Olsen To Morning.......................Gounod March of the Dwarfs...............Grieg Wedding Day at Troldhaugen.......Grieg Waltz Impomptu.................Bachmann Ballade A flat................................... Chopin Rhapsodie Hongroise Xo. 10.........................Liszt Piano Recital given by Madame Birdice Blvc, December 3rd, ’09. Program Sonata Eroica, Opus 50 Mac Dowell Ballade, Opus 23..........................................Chopin Prelude, ()pus 28.........................................Chopin — 104— Scherzo, Opus 39 Chopin Die ForeUe.. Schubert-Heller Impionr tu. Opus 26 ........................... Rubenstein Mazurka Rul enstein Invitation to the Dance....................... Weber-Tausig Domroeschen Paraphrase .. Tschaikowsky-Pabst The pupils of Miss Edith Hatch gave a recital, December 17th, 00. at the College Assembly Hall. The varied classics were played with technical skill, as well as musical feeling. Robert Boicc Carson, tenor, assisted by Miss Hatch, accompanist, gave a song recital at the Normal Assembly Hall, November 16th, ’09. Miss Dunning read “The Countess.” A Song Recital was given by Mr. Rowdon, April 28th, ’09. The Four Artists Company gave at the College, the follow- ing program: Program 1. Rah] sodie No. 2 Liszt . Mr. Shonert. 2. Roberta (Robert Le 1 liable) Meayerbeer Mrs. Beebe. 3. Souvenir de Mascon .................Henri YVienaiawski Mr. Pfouts. 10 4. Young Dieterich Georg Henschel Dramatic Ballade Mr. Carr. 5. “Fain Will I Follow Thee”...................Donizette Ensemble. “A moment to think it over.” 1. Voices of Spring..............................Strauss Mrs. Beebe. 2. Trot de Cavalrie...........................Rubenstein Mr. Shonert. 3. Recitative—Hear Ye Warriors..............G. Apolloni Aria—Take in thy Hand the Sacred Sword...XL Apolloni “L’Ebreo” Expulsion from Spain by Queen Isabella of the last reigning Moorish King (Boabdil) in the year 1492. Mr. Carr. 4. Prize Song. From Miestersinger.........Wagner-Wilhelmy Mr. Pfouts. 5. Weep, My Child, But Not For Grieving...........Bellini Ensemble. Among the most interesting entertainments given at the College Assembly, ’09, were those of the Ernest Gamble Concert Company, and the Paul Lawrence Dunbar Company. Junior Songs Marching Song 1. Junior class of Normal college, Class of 1910, Here absorbing pounds of knowledge, Slave, we make, we make the pen, We abuse the ink quite freely, But our lessons learn, Vet at times amid our working Homeward our thoughts turn, Yes, homeward our thoughts turn. II. We are not telling resolutions Nor planning our Pow Wow, Nor mathematical solutions Are we framing, framing now, But we're singing for the Juniors, Class of 1910! For Montana Normal College We will sing again, Yes, we will sing again. III. Yes, at first they all laughed at us, We were only Preps, Then as Freshmen breaking test tubes, We were gaining ground by steps. Here’s enough of all our troubles, Conditions, flunking, too, ( h.! but these we’ll pass as bubbles When at last we are through, Yes, when at last we are through. —106— ’09 ’10’s Opinion of ’09 Oh, the Seniors of the Normal Are as tame as they can be, They seem to think they know it all, And yet it is plain to see. They never come to meals on time; At class it is the same. Unless they take a notion To stay away all day. At last the Seniors asked the reason why The standings of the Juniors were so high. CHORUS. Seniors dear, listen here, We aren’t afraid to work, Every day you idle away Hours of precious time While we are employed at the M.S. N. C., Studying with all our might, There is no use in slumping I f you wish to teach alright. Oh! the Seniors and their dignity Are enough to make us laugh. In every way they’re finicky And that’s not saying half. When the Freshies steal our clothes from us, We take it as a joke. And never try to make a fuss, But them we do provoke, Now when a stunt is on the Seniors tried, They to our matron run and cry “Matron dear, listen here The Juniors are out on a lark.” I. Farewell Song in. No matter where we chance to roam, We can’t forget the, () our Seniors, And could we eh mse we could not say Farewell to thee, ()ur Seni rs dear. II. () dearest friends of college days All other friends are little worth compared to thee, And if we say “Farewell,” ’tis that We must today. Dear friends of ours we cannot tell How hard it is to bid farewell To you who say, you love us We, indeed, we cannot say “Good bye.” IV. ( h, friends, Seniors, dearest friends, Those who have left you understand How deep our grief, if we but try To leave you and to say, “Good bye.” “That music again, it had a dying fall. ()h! it came o’er my ear like the sweet South, . That breathes upon a bank of violets Stealing and giving odor. Shakespkakr. — 107 108 In Nineteen-Ten Scene Kitchen of Dormitory. Time 11:30 P.M. (September) Characters. Miss New Pan. Miss Granite Coffee Pot. Mrs. Tub. Mrs. Frying Pan. Mr. Tub. Tin Curs. Miss New Pan: ‘‘Dear me; What a hub-bub there has been in this kitchen today.” All in exclamation: ‘‘Why, didn’t you know the ‘Go’ is day after tomorrow?” Miss New Pan: ‘‘The‘Go!’” Miss Granite Coffee Pot: ‘‘Yes, the ‘Go.’ You haven’t lived as many years at the M. S. X. C. as I have, or you would know all about the ‘Go.’..’ Miss New Pan: “Oh! do tell me about it.” Mrs. Tub: “Well, I know last year a bunch of those jolly Senior girls came down here the evening before the grand picnic and filled me with sandwiches, until I thought I should burst.” Mr. Tub: “And they had the kindness to fill me with sandwiches, also.” Mrs. Frying Pan: “They put me and my tin friends on the table in a idle, where we could see the whole performance. What good things they did ack into boxes and barrels; salad, doughnuts, dozens of cakes, the greatest quantity of pickles, cheese, pie, and everything you can think of. It fairly makes my mouth water to think of them. After those noisy girls went upstairs, everything became quiet in the kitchen and we were determined to have a good night’s rest.” Mrs. Tub: “We didn’t get much slee � though, for bright and early the next morning everyone bustled into the kitchen to make preparations. I could actually hear the girls calling from one dormitory to the other. I believe they borrowed everything they intended to wear. After breakfast we were packed and jammed into a spring wagon.” Tin Cu 's: “I should say we were jammed: they had a table cloth tied over us so tightly we thought we should smother.” Mrs. Tub: “When we got out in front of the college, there were the students and faculty in hayracks and buggies, all ready to start.” Miss Granite Coffee Pot: I rode in the midst of the procession and Mrs. Tub, weren’t you surprised at the uproar the cr:� wd made? They sang college songs and gave yells all the way.” Miss New Pan: “Why, I had an idea that Normal girls were dignified.” Mrs. Fr ing Pan: “The certainly didn’t act like it that day.” Mrs. Tub: “Well, we rode, and rcxle, and rode. I was jostled this way and that, fearing every moment that 1 should be plunged headlong over the wheels. Finally, to my great joy, I heard the driver say, ‘Here we are, this is the prettiest place in Sheep Canyon. We will stop at this little cabin.’ “It was certainly a beautiful spot. A small creek flowed swiftly down the canyon; and rock-covered mountains were on either side. Kcerv one seemed pleased.” Mrs. Frying Pan: “Yes, because we weren’t there very long before groups of the picnicers were climbing the mountains.” Mrs. Tub: “They immediately began to unload us. I was so relieved to find myself on the ground once more.” 109— Miss Granite Coffee Pot: “By twelve o’clock everyone began to come back to camp. They put me on a blazing hot camp fire and made the most delicious coffee.” Mrs. Tub: “I knew I should soon be relieved of my bur- den when I saw the people seating themselves in a circle. I, of course, was the first to be passed. They took me by the ears and carried me around. All my friends were treated likewise.” Miss .Yew Pan: Oh! I hope they won’t take me this time. What would become of my nice, shiny complexion? How long did y u have to stay out there?” Mrs. Frying Pan: After dinner everyone went oil’ for a ramble, I guess, because we were left there on the ground. 1 was so tired that I took a nap.” Mrs. Tub: I was really too nervous to sleep. I expected someone to fall from those cliffs every minute. After lunch, at about eight o’clock, every one prepared to return to town. When we reached the mouth of the canyon all the teams stopped. I could not imagine what all the commotion was about. I finally learned from the conversation that some of the party were missing and we had to wait two long hours there in the moonlight for them.” Miss Yew Pan: And were those girls all alone that were lost? Mrs. Tub: “()h. no, one of the professors was with them.” Tin Cup: 1 think you had all better be quiet and go to sleep or you won’t be able to ‘Go’ day after tomorrow.” The Final Word The Seniors are preparing to present their Chinook play, June, the 14th. nineteen hundred and ten. This year instead of giving two plays, the Seniors have decided to give only one, and then have Class Day exercises instead of the regular class play, ('lass Day will be observed June, the sixteenth. Cast of Characters. The Secretary ........ Mettie Slocum Harry Rutherell Beulah Harrison Prof. Richard Rutherell Elva Wilson Mr. Alexander Airev Jessica Alspaugh Borois Bageloff Agnes Rossiter Mosses Mossop.... Pearl Baton Baron Stuyve Selma Bondeson Baroness Vera Baroneff Lucie Yutterville Faith Rutherell ......... .. ....... Hazel Duncan Winny Rutherell .... Mildred Weenink Lida ............. ..................... Clara Kermode Molly............ ............. Etta Reynolds Jordon Alice Conway Paul...... Jessie Montgomery Other minor characters. Synopsis. ACT 1. Scene John Rutherell’s home. The Secretary's Last Reception. ACT II. Scene At the Baroness’. Peculiar characteristics of the Baroneff. ACT III. Scene John RuthercU’s Library. Father and Son exchange The Final Word. ACT IV. Scene The same. Several Souls With But a Single Thought.” The scene is laid in Washington, I). C. The action of the story covers three days. Acts II and III arc the same afternoon and evening of one day. — I 10— A Reminiscence Janet was stretched out before the fire place trying to study her history. One could see that she found it a difficult task, for now and then a frown would flash across her face, and the rosy lips would pucker. At last she closed her book and looking uo at her mother, who sjit sewing, said, “Say, mamma, did you have to study as hard as I do, when you went to college at Dillon? I never can get my history.” “We had to study much harder than you do, dear,” said her mother, “but we had our good times, too. I was just thinking about a May party we had at college. 1 think it was in nineteen-nine.” “Oh, do tell me about it,” said Janet, glad to he relieved of her studies. Her mother went on, “I was a Junior that year, and 1 think we were entertaining the Prep basket ball team. I can almost see the wav we had the Recreation Hall decorated. In the center was a May-pole, wound with colored paper, and four long tables were placed around it. From the May-pole to each plate dainty colored ribbons were draped, and these, mingled with the carnations, made the tables look very pretty.” “Did you play any games?” asked Janet. Yes, indeed,” said her mother. “Before we took our guests downstairs, we had guessing contests, and other amusements, in the parlors. After we ate lunch, we moved the tables aside, and had a genuine, old-fashioned May-pole dance. We all thought it was great fun.” There was a moment's silence. Each one seemed to be far away, in thought. Suddenly Janet’s face brightened. “Mamma,” said she, “Do you think Dad will let me go to the Normal some day? I would love to stay at a Dormitory.” Perhaps you may, dear, after you finish high school,” answered her mother, “but put away your books for tonight, for it is past bed time.” —m — Dorm — 11J Life Senior-Junior Party The Seniors, wishing to become more intimately acquainted with the new Juniors and to renew good, old times with former Junior friends, entertained them on the evening of October twenty-second. The guests were received in the Recreation Hall, which was very prettily decorated, and the evening was spent in dancing. Any out-sider might have stood in amazement to see the Seniors, as gentlemen, solicit dances for the evening, but they took their part very nicely. Punch was served during the evening, and at eleven o’clock the guests partook of a dainty lunch. “God Rest ye Merrie, Seniors, Let Xothinge you Dismaye, Ye children’s Feaste approaches, Ye llappie Christmas Dave, Upon ve Previous Saturdaye, In ye Xurserie hight, 'Ye Gym.’ Ye Little Junior Children Would have you Plaie with Them. Kilt up ye Sweeping Dresses, Let down ye Bonnie Braydcs, Short Skirts and Flowing Tresses, Ye L it tie Senior Maydes. Ye Daye ye Twenty Second, Ye Houre, Half Past Light. At Christmas Tydo Ye Parents Let ye Children Stay up Late.” On Saturday evening, December, the eighteenth, in acceptance of this invitation from the Juniors, the Senior class forgot for awhile their dignity, and the fact that they were setting an example to the rest of the school, and appeared in the gymnasium, dressed as little girls. These prim little folks looked as though careful mammas had straightened their huge bows, and put extra touches to their pretty curls. They were received by the Juniors, who, in little boys’ suits, were either very shy, as little boys should be, or else showed plainly that they were succumbing to the charms of the little Senior maids. During the evening boys and girls indulged in the games dear to the heart of the child. Among these were “King William,” “London Bridge,” and “Three Deep.” Some of the little children spoke pieces and sang songs very prettily. When the little ones, unused to such late hours, began to show that their pleasure had tired them, very dainty refreshments were served. . The little children, tired but happy, then repaired to their homes. Commencement Week Recital of the Department of Yccal Expression. Thursday, June in 850 P. M Pow Wow.” Friday, June 11.................... • 1050 P. M Baccalaureate Address by President C. W. Tenney, of the Montana Wesleyan University. Sunday, June LI -............... 3:00 P. M Commencement Concert. Monday, June 14 ............................... 8:30 P. M Senior Class Play- Sheridan’s “School for Scandal.” Tuesday, June 15 8:30 P. M Twelfth Annual Commenement Address by Superintendent R. J. Condon, of Helena. Presentation of Diplomas by the President. Wednesday, June 16......................... ...10:00 A. M Alumni Reunion ............................. 8:30 P.M — 113— Pow-Wow It was dark. There was scarcely a breeze. On the campus, all was still. Suddenly a door opened, and two tribes of Indians poured forth in all their glory. Each chief, followed by his tribe, sought the old peace ground, where they gathered about a heap of boughs and wood. “Then ere long the heap was lighted Soon the flames leaped towards the heavens, Soon two tribes of savage Indians, Two great tribes of bravest warriors, With their war cries, with their war paint, Danced about the living fire. Came these tribes of savage warriors, Laid aside their bows and arrows, Came with all their pride and spirit, Cam ; to bury all that’s hostile, Came to greet their brave red brothers. Each brave brought its axe and wampun, Each man smoked his pipe of j eace. While the great, wild, flaming peace fire, Flickered upward toward the heavens, Buried then the tribes their hatchets They together smoked the peace pipe.” Class Prophecy of 1909 “Ten years ago tonight at the M. S. X. C. was given the Junior banquet in honor of that dear old class of nineteen-nine.” This was the first of a conversation that was heard between two women who had been members of the Junior class of naught-nine. The listener was an M. S. X. C. pennant. For a moment there was silence. The pennant, looking over the shoulder of the speaker as she turned the leaves of an album, saw the familiar faces of the Seniors. The first picture that held their attention was that of the President, Bessie Storey. “By the way,” said one, “have you seen the latest press notices? Why, Clyde Fitch has written a play, “Western College Life,” and Bess is the star. I was reading but last evening of her great success in New York and now she plans a tour through Europe.” “Yes” said the other, “the news of Bessie’s success is wonderful. Have you heard of the unexpected occupation of Jacob Vogel? Oh. you haven’t? Just a month ago, my husband and I were out riding in the country. The tire of our auto was punctured and we went to the nearest farm for assistance. Imagine my surprise when Mr. Vogel met us at the door. Explanations were in order; he told me that the life of a professor, involving as it did, so much night work, especially astronomy, had become such a strain that his Optician had advised fresh country air and absolute rest.” This conversation was broken by a rap at the door. “Letters, Missus,” said the maid. The handwriting of one was recognized as that of “Agnes Mae.” It was opened and read with many exclamations of surprise. “Bema Schroeder a nurse! Settled down to the life as a nurse! and Sophronv still teaching in Great Falls.” “I knew it. May Busch married, and living happily in Missoula.” “Grace Johnson! who would have thought it, teaching physical Culture at the Xormal where Edna Kctchum is conducting the Department of Mathematics.” The elder lady read on, Perhaps you would be interested to know ‘K' Sullivan and my husband's brother eloped last — 114— week. They are now touring the West, and before returning will visit Mrs. Barrett, nee Nevada Wall, who is living at Dell Montana. - “I am well and happy, Your old college Friend, Agnes McMenamy Day.” After a moment’s meditation the second letter was o; ened. It proved to be an invitation from two members of the class, Edith Kennedy and Lucia Johnson who had just talcn their degress of Master of Arts at the University of Chicago. The attention of the two women was turned again to the album. By a strange coincidence the pictures of two prominent members of the class, were revealed, who were carrying out their life work together; that of missionairies. Already Gail Beuschlein and Anna I arson had saved the soul of many an African heathen. The religious bent of the class of nineteen-nine was further revealed by the fact that besides these missionairies another member has secluded herself from the vanity and frivolity of the world, Marguerite Xoeth has become a nun. ‘‘How different the life work that each was destined to follow,” remarked one of the women. “There is Schmidty, a society l elle in Denver, and Eva Lawrence, a prominent speaker on Woman Suffrage, in New York. Anna French is presiding over a large dressmaking establishment in San Francisco. “How little I dreamed, as we sat at the banquet table that my dearest college friend; Anna Hagen, would one day be successor to Mrs. Eddy. “We never know,” said the other. ‘‘Let me see how many of the class are married. Besides those already mentioned, there is Clara Bowen who is mistress of an old-fashioned country manse in Northern England.” “Yes, and Elizabeth Haggerty married a man who is travelling for the South Omaha Packing company.” “Yes, a great many of the class are married.” “How well I remember Gertrude Thompson. The girls often wondered if her debating powers would ever be utilized. 1 was reading but yesterday how ably she, as one of Montana’s greatest lawyers, defended Xellie Taylor in a divorce suit in Anaconda.” “Y'cs,” answered the other, “I had read about Xellie getting a divorce on the grmnd of incompatibility of tem-] crament.” This surprising statement caused signs of animation in the pennant, which waved violently for a moment but soon resumed its. wonted calm, when the younger lady remarked “Emma More has thoroughly developed he literary talent. for she is now writing for the Outlook. Just what I expected. And Bessie Hogeland has recently become the wife f a well Vnown ; rofessor.” There were still four pictures in the album which had not been discussed. They were those of Mary McManus, Eliza-both Davies, Alice Kilner, and Thomas Clapp. “The first two are traveling in Europe in behalf of the Xew Orleans Historical Society. Alice has achieved her ideal in the strictly modem kindergarten school that she has established.” “Thomas Clasp’s business ability, which was demonstrated so thoroughly by the manner in which he conducted the work of the Chinook, has evidently not lessened, since he is now Secretary of the Treasury.” “I sup] ose you know that Alice Russell and Kitty Bramble are engaged to be married. They seem so elated over the fact.” The album was laid aside. A few moments’ thoughtful silence ensued and each heaved a heavy sigh. May the lives of all the Seniors of the M. S. X. C. be as successful and happy as those of nineteen-nine. Basket Ball Greater interest has been added to the College life with the addition of Basket Ball to the Athletic department. Although there have been no games with other schools, great interest ihas been shown by the rivalry between the classes. Each class had two representative teams, namely, a first and a second team, and under the direction of Mr. Mosher and Miss Dunning, the teams worked hard. Only the first teams took part in the tournament, which was held in March. The games were attended by all, and much class spirit was shown by the yells and songs. The trophy for which the teams were striving was a large pennant, and the individual members of the winning team were to be given small pennants. The line-up of the Champion team was Jessie Poindexter, center; Hazel Duncan, right forward; Marie Albrecht, left forward; Orpha Oneal, right guard; Mary Gorman, left guard; Marie I amont, substitute. There were eighteen games played, each team playing nine games. The team work has been very successful and each girl has done her part well. The players have always been ready and willing to do their best, and the success of the team is due to the fact that they have worked together so well. It is because of this, that we are look confidently toward future success. The final standing of the teams is as follows: PLAYED WON LOST Juniors 9 7 2 Seniors 9 5 4 Preps 8 3 5 Freshman 8 2 6 — 117— ’10 Class M. Gorman, E. R. Mosher, A. Conway, C. Kekmode. H. Dun-ox n, A. Ross iter, E. Johnson. —us— ’13 Class Miss Harriet Dunning, Mr. E. K. Mosher, K. Daniothy, L. Forrest, I). Commeau, K. Clarke, X. Shiei.l, J. Pbndergast. — 11 ! — 'll Class Miss Harriet Dunning. Mr. E. R. Mosher, S. Brewer, Madsen, G. Cleveland, M. Walsh, L. Tintinger, (Captain). 12 Class , A. Miss Harriet Dunning, Mr. E. R. Mosher, (i. Reardon, K. Lydex, M. La.mont, J. Erwin, X. Pendergast, J. Poindexter, (Captain); K. May. — 120— Champions of ’09 M. Albrecht, Miss Dunning (Referee), Mr. Mosher (Coach), J. Poindexter, M. Lamont, H. Duncan (Captain), M.Gorman, and O. Oneal. Rime of the It is the Junior captain, And she stoppeth two of you: The tall and stately referee. The umpire with eyes of blue. She holds you with her glittering eye, You cannot choose but wait And listen to the story which This captain will relate. The class was cheered, the floor was cleared, Merrily at the gong Came they into the crowded gym, Amid the cheering throng. The Juniors paced into the hall, Happy as could be; Their heads held high, before them Rolled the call to victory. A cheer rose up upon the left, Out of the crowd it came; Louder and louder it echoed, To cheer them on to fame. And then with a mighty spurt, The players onward came; Nor forms of friend or foe knew they, For the scores were just the same. Higher and higher every minute The tense excitement grew. And then the Juniors clinched their fists, For here the whistle blew. Captain The Juniors heat upon their breasts, Yet they could not choose but hear, As thus spake out the impartial man: “There’s a foul on a Junior there!” And now the free throw came, and it Was accurate and true. It struck the rim. it balanced there, It faltered and went thru. And still five minutes more, Oh! Would they never end? Each player worked the hardest, As on each did the work depend. The ball was here, the ball was there, The ball was all around; It slipped, it rolled, it bounced, it bowled, And even went out of bound. At length stepped forth a forward; Led by divine power she came. She hesitated, then shot the ball That won for them the game. Cries arose, the whistle blew, The game it now was ended; And cheer on cheer from every side, From e ery class was blended. The valiant Seniors, had they lost? Only the winner’s name Better far to take well defeat, Than win a hundred games. Bravely they played and well, And bravely they met defeat; For hard was the game and close, But the Juniors were fated to beat. To the coach and the referee, Who worked so long and hard, To make them perfect in their work, The Juniors offer their reward. Coaches and referees like these Are far between and few. These leaders both have penance done, And pennants now are due. —123— Field Day Field day is an occasion toward which the student body as a whole may look, when they can gather iron the green. Every student is required to take part in the field day exercises and appear in regular gymnasium dress. The students are divided into three sections, using wands, Indians clubs and dumb bells, and the exercises will cover some part of the work done during the year. This drill serves not only as an exhibition of the work of the physical culture classes but also as an examination. The work of the students is judged according to the skill, ease of movement, and attention. Tennis Tournament Since the close of the basket ball season, tennis has been the favorite sport. Owing to the increased membership of the club another court has been added. Early in the morning and at the close of school hours the members may be seen on the courts working hard. In order to make the tournament more successful, it has been changed to a spring event, so that the weather conditions might prove more favorable and the members would have more time to improve upon their playing. — 125— Public School Basket Ball Team Members of team, reading from left to right: G. E. Finch, Ewing, Chapman, Badcon, Conger, Williamson. Wyatt. The public school basket ball team has a place in the athletic annals of the Chinook since the team represents the training department of the college. The members of the team are both young and light of weight. In age the boys averaged 15 years and in weight 128 pounds. In spite of these handicaps the boys developed a strong team by faithful practice through the fall and winter under the direction of Mr. Finch. The boys were able to hold down older and heavier teams through better team work and faster play. The summary of the season’s work showed that the boys had won five games and lost two. They scored 181 points against 90 by their opponents. The members of the team were: Chapman (captain) rt. forward Williamson, left forward. Ewing (manager) center Badcon, right guard Conger, left guard Price, Wyatt, substitutes Members of the second team deserving mention for their good work are Gosman, Baker and Ambrose. 127 7 or. i Feb. 1.—Birth of 1910 Chinook. Feb. 2.—Election of Chinook officers. Class of 1910 elect officers. Feb. 4. Mendelssohn birthday program given in General Exercises. Feb. 5. Alice Kilner attends the Club Dance. Feb. 7. Bessie Hogeland spends the afternoon with an X Ray. Feb. 8. Celebration. Time At dinner. Place Dining Hall. Girl Jessica Alspaugh. Occasion Algebra HI assignment revoked. Feb. 9. Miss Dunning attempts to skate. Feb. 12. Exercises in commemoration of the centennial anniversary of the birth of Abraham Lincoln given in General Exercises. Feb. 13. Mrs. Swain entertains Seniors. They are requested to bring “lemons.” Feb. 14.—Miss Dunning attends church. Feb. 15. “Poor Juniors, up-to-date, Don't study too hard, don’t sit up late, Your Anatomy should have been studied each day, Remember, dear Juniors, cramming don’t pay.” Feb. 10. Albert Swain dines at the dorm; is the guest of Miss Manning for the first time. Feb. 19. Anatomy! Physiology! Test? Juniors! Feb. 20. From the tower, Most hid and alone, A small F of banners shone, But it soon disappeared. As some folks had feared In the hands of the class of' 10. Feb. 21. A date shall we forget , Oh, hardly not just yet. For their baby tendencies, To those dear Freshies Five nurses from the Juniors true With white caps and aprons too -130— Gave them dinner all so white Miss Bettes. Upper Grade Methods’ class entertain In bottles bright—not stoppered tight. Mr. Robbins. Feb. 22.—Holiday! Juniors appear as Martha Washington Feb. 24. -Mr. James lectures on his life with the Indians, maidens at dinner. Primary Methods’ class entertain 000 Mar. 1. Second lecture number, Montaville Flowers presents “The Little Minister.” Mar. 4.—Miss Bettes gave us a good talk on “Nonsense.” Mar. 6.—Basket Ball Tournament starts, great enthusiasm is shown, especially by the side lines. Mar. 7.—Hot-bed made. Mar. 15.—Concert given by the Dunbar Company. Mar. 17.—St. Patrick’s Day. Basket ball tournament closes. Nine rahs for the Juniors! Mar. 20. High class vaudeville given by the Oratorical association. Mar. 21. Wonders of all wonders! A clean spot discovered in the cloak room. Mar. 23-25. Miss Innes gave two splendid lessons in general assembly to develop rhythmic work. Mar. 24.—Monthly tests!!! Mar. 26. Another tennis court is added, making in all four. April 2. Vaudeville- -Mr. Mosher burnt his hair. April 7-13 Easter vacation. April 12. Gertrude Reardon opened the swimming season by leaping from the bridge into the Beaverhead. April 13.—School begins. April 21. Preliminary Oratorical Contest. Mr. Carroll wins first place. April 22. Contestants from University, Wesleyan,'Agricultural College, arrive in Dillon. April 23. State Oratorical Contest. Montana State Normal College wins. April 28.—Rowdon, accompanied by Miss Terry, gives recital. April 29.—Mr. Mosher speaks in General Ex 000 -132— May 1.—Juniors entertain Prep Basket Ball Team. Guests of honor Misses Carson and Dunning and Messrs. Clark Mosher. The hit of the evening A May Pole dance. May 7.—-Oratorical Contest followed by a reception for our guests. May 8.—Schmidty loses her balance at the depot, falls on the the track. Mr. (Mark proves himself a true hero. May 11. Oh joy! A real holiday. May 13. Students chose the Pine for the state tree. Arbor day exercises. May 15.—Faculty are entertained bv Sorority. The new members are initiated. May 18.—Miss Carson advocates “Slang. May 18. Juniors names bulletined for eligibility to Sorority Great is the mourning thereof. May 20. Junior president presented banners to Miss Dunning and Mr. Mosher, with parody on “Ancient Mariner.” May 21. —Last “Vaterwheel.” May 27. Scrap of Paper” presented by the High School in Auditorium. Gladys Winters appointed to represent the Y. W. C. A. at the convention. May 28. —High School Commencement exercises. May 21). Juniors ride goat in Sorority. Seniors smile. May 21). General house cleaning. Why? Visit from Health Inspectors. May 30. -Decoration Day. 000 133 June 1.— I)r. Swain’s plea, “Be a Booster for your College.” June 6. June 3.- Juniors exercise their minds in “psychical phenomena. June 11. Seniors give program in Sorority in honor of new June 12. Junior members. June 13. June 4. Spectators Indians clubs flying in the air, flourishing June 13. of wands, graceful bends on Normal campus. June 14- June 5. Seniors are entertained at a Preside prom. June 14.- June 6.—Junior banner floats. 10:30 P. M. June 15. Floating 6:30 A. M. June 16. Still floating 12:00 A. M. —131 - Junior Sabbath. Pianoforte recital Juanita Thomas. Junior-Senior banquet. Yes' er Services by Y. Y. C. A. Senior Sabbath. 15. Finale!!! Pianoforte recital Misses Maxwells. Seniors a vear before public in “School for Scandal.” Seniors walk proudly away with their Sheepskins.” Adieu to College. Sep. 7. Once more with shouts the college walls resound. Sep. 8.—165 enroll. Sep. 11. Y. W. C. A. and Mrs. Owsley give a reception to all the girls. Sep. 13.—Sorority meets for the first time this semester. Sep. 17. President Swain leaves for the East. Sep. 18.—The annual “Go.” Sep. 19. Mrs. ()wsley talks to girls after dinner on “ Rules.” Sep. 21.—“Mr. Finch not here? He’s late, O, dear! Come girls let's go, He’ll never know, So on mischief bent, They these words left, ‘You did not earned, So us has went.’ Sep. 24. • Miss Hatch gives a recital. Sep. 25. First Snow Storm. Sep. 26. Seniors’ conditions now must be made straight, Or else, alas, they can not graduate. — 135— OCTOBER Oct. 2.—Senator Taylor gives the first lecture of the lecture course. Subject of the lecture, “Happy Valley.” Oct. 3.—The tennis club holds its first meeting in the dormitory parlors. Oct. 5. I)r. Pelzer gives an address on “The Value of a Library in a Normal School Course.” Oct. 6. Seniors take their first plunge into the deep mysteries of clay modeling. Oct. 9. Misses Helen Moran, Llva Wilson, and Etta Reynolds are duly instructed in the secrets of Kappa Zeta Xu. Oct. 12. Columbus Day. All students of M. S. X. C. revel in one short, glorious holiday. Oct. 15. Class in School Hygiene ass through the trying ordeal of a final examination. Oct. 18. Prof. Monroe prohibits snoring and orders pillows for the sleepy ones. Oct. 18-20. Miss Lucy Hokkins, traveling secretary of the Y. Y. C. A. for the Northwest, visits our school. Oct. 22. Seniors give a dancing party to the Juniors. Seniors give new curtains and an M. S. N:. C. banner for Recreation Hall. Oct. 23. Miss Dunning entertains the Tennis Club at a dance dance in the gymnasium. Oct. 26. Second number of the lecture course given by the Four Artists Company.” Oct. 30. Iva Miller entertains in honor of Jessica Alspaugh’s birthday. Oct. 31. Hallow’een. 4 Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. Nov. 3. Beginning of the Chinook Staff’s troubles in the Nov first meeting. Nov 4. Wonder of wonders! Minnie Templeton is seen on jyjov the dance floor. 5. —Pioneer Day is celebrated at public sc hool. (� .—(Sunday). Mettic and Mr. Neubert go to the 10 ‘ cent show. ov 14. Miss Dunning has a caller!!! (20 alarms are set off Nov at her door.) Nov 15. Economics begin. 137 . 1( .—Mr. Carson, the tenor singer, gives a recital . 17. Jessie Montgomery falls down and breaks ajlobster. . 21. —The ten cent show still holds its attraction for Mettie and Neubert. . 24. -Girls leave for Thanksgiving vacation. 25. Thanksgiving Day. 2(). —“Flunk Day” in Geometry. New Bulletin board. r r 27.—Pearl Clanton looks for Heiny B. but does not find him. Dec. 2. Seniors begin Nature Study. Prof. Clark gives a lengthy lecture which he promises not to re eat. Dec. 6-8. Seniors attend institute and feel quite important. Dec. 1 ). Methods class hides Dr. Finch enters no one there—he discovers them behind door. Dec. 16. Whitney Bros. here. Dec. 17. Selma passes in Junior Music-. Dec. 20. Junior “boys” entertain Senior girls at a good old-fashioned Xmas tree. Dec. 22. Leave for home. Fourteen left to keep Mrs. Owsley company. Dec. 27. Mary Gorman entertains the coming male generation of Dillon. Dec . 28. Miss Bettes entertains dormitory girls. Dec . 31.- Girls watch the arrival of Xe wYear, and many new leaves are turned. — i IMUA R y Jan. 4. Everyone back and ready for work. Jan. 7. ila .cl Duncan distinguishes herself by eating seven dishes of tomatoes. Jan. 7-9. Mr. V. T. W sche, the president of the National Story Tellers League here. Jan. 9. Girls of section 2, table 4, enjoy the oranges from section 4, table 3. Jan. 17. Mr. Elliot lectures on “The Man From Home.” Jan. 22. K. Z. X. girls entertain for Bema S. and Gertrude T. Jan. 28. 'Fables 4 of sections 2 and 4 have breakfast for Bema and Gertrude. Jan. 29. Bema and Gertrude leave. Jan. 31. Jennie X. attempts to crawl under Pearl E’sbedas Mrs. Owsley enters the room. Oh, my!! A Practical Experiment PURPOSE. To absorb in one night that which I havenot aborbed in thirty nights. Materials and Apparatus. Four tcxs books. Three note books. One lead pencil. Paper. Old examination sets. Solution of coffee. MANIPULATION’: I first collected note books, and old examination questions. I placed these on the table with several text books, and seated myself in a comfortable position. 1 took the reading of the clock at intervals and noticed that my decrease in mental power was inversely proportional to the readings. When my mental power was reduced to zero, I stimulated it with one liter of strong coffee. The energy increased for a time and then gradually decreased until no mental activity existed. RESULT. 60 or D. CONCLUSION. I therefore conclude that readings decrease in ’ ro’ ortion to the amount of constant energy expended. O'erheard while Playing “Picnic.” Miss Dunning: “I will take a softy. Miss Carson: “Mine’s the same. I want to take my sweetheart. ’ ’ “Nature Studv and Art is a good thing to have. I keep it on my desk most of the time. R. Clark. Miss Dunning: “Mr. Maurer, you have a good chest, but not the head to go with it.” Dr. Pelzer: “Is Miss Albrecht present?” Miss Albrecht: “Yes, I was just thinking. Dr. Pelzer: “No, no. Jefferson was no more a Federalist than Peary is a Cook. Prof. Clark (In Biology Class): “What is the difference betewen a 5 cent sponge and a $2.00 one?” Pupil: “$1.95.” Miss Hurd: “.Mrs. Owsley, may I go out riding with Mr. Price? I wish to look at the ranches about here, as my father intends to buy one.” Mrs. Owsley: “Certainly. Miss Hurd. You need not worry about the Price it (he) is all right.” Mr. Clark: “What three words do the Juniors use the most?” Junior: “I don't know.” Mr. Clark: “Correct, be seated.” “Nobody loves me I'm going to the country and teach kids, Yesterday I spanked two bright ones and one dull one.” Prof. Clark (handing Miss McKillican an object): “How much do you judge that weighs?” Miss McK.: “Oh, dear, I don't know.” Prof. Clark: “What did you call me? Miss Hatch (Junior Music): “Oh, yes, 1 want to tell you girls something before I think of it.” Never turn out the light in the parlor, That is not a bright thing to do. Prof. Clark: “Miss A , if young people like to see lively things, what do old people like to see?” Miss A.: “They like to see lifeless things.” Maud Arthur: “I am a full member of that Y. W., but I haven’t been there once this vear.” May Price: “You, full? Why, I thought that was a Christian association.” 10- We, the Seniors of 1910, hereby solemnly declare that we will not forget: Where the Public School of Dillon is. The Physics exams. The Cm nook. Our “plan books.” All we learned in History of Ed. The “School Sanitation System.” The Junior meetings. The first day we taught in the training school. Everything a teacher should do and should not do; should say and should not say. her duties, her principles, and her pupils. The class of 1912. Prof. Mosher: “ What does log stand for?” Junior: “A piece of wood, of course. You can't fool me.” Hazel Duncan: “Why is Tuesday a legal holiday?” Jennie Noble: “()h, don’t you know? That was the date the world was discovered. Of all sad words of tongue or pen. The saddest are these “I’ve flunked again!” Arithmetic was a terror, Geometry made me sad, And Algebra did puzzle me, But Physics drives me mad. Turning points in life street corners. Bill’! Bang! Ker Bang Bang!!! Oh, don’t lx. alareed. Jt’s just Jose falling down again. Prof. Mosher: “The people in the dare ages 1 new very little about geometry about as much as my elementary class knows now.” Prof. Monroe (erasing a crank in a diagram): “If all cranks were as easilv gotten rid of, the world would be better off.” Etta Brainard, with camera: “Mr. Mosher, if you will come back, I’ll take you.” Prof. Mosher: “Thank you, but I am already spoken for.” Old girl: “Ixt’s go down to gym.” New girl: “ Why, where’s J im ?” Prof. Monroe: “The head of one of the petty states of Germany is called the Landgrave, which means a landlord on a large scale.” I)r. Swain (in Economics): “Now how many kinds of labor are there?” Gladys W.: “Two-—organized and agonized.” Hazel I).: “What is a thermostat?” Jessica A.: “It’s something you tell fortunes with. Oh, tio, it isn’t I was thinking of a herpicide.” We are all going to wear black bloomers, and shoes and stockings. Student (before vacation): “Gee, kids, I’ve got to cut out this slang before I go home.” 1st Student: “When do we come to the interesting part of Algebra III?” 2nd Student:. “When you finish it-.” New Girl: “Did you get your Easter paraphernalia?” Old Girl: “No, but I got a par-a-hose.” Prof. Clare: “Now what word calls up pleasant associations?” Student (in whisper): “Chop-House.” 11 1st Student (to girl who came from office): “What did you get in English?” 2nd Student: “Got stung.” 1st Student: “What!” 2nd Student: “Yes, I got a B.” 1st Senior: “I might be able to get a position there because they know me.”' 2nd Senior: “According to my logic, that would make it all the more difficult.” “1 got a D, I flunked you bet, But Oh! you A! I’ll get you yet. Myrtle McKillican: “May we take our missionary table down stairs, Mrs. Owsley?” 9 J Put Your Ads In the Chinook. LOST—A “Saturday Evening Post.” Jose McFadden. WANTED-—Some original ideas. Juniors. . FOR SALE—Some of my wit. Margaret Harrington. WANTED—A few nights’ sleep. Seniors. LOST—My key (Mickey). Florence Olson. FOUND An alarm clock that rings one hour stadeily. Beulah Meek. • WANTED By the Junior class, some class spirit. Any class in M. S. N. C. having an over-abundant supply of same, please inform them. VAXTED A new girl. Loche Maurer. LOST Maggie Mettie wonders where lie can be. WANTED A man. Pearl Clanton. Attention Everybody! Hair-dressing and manicuring! Up in all the late styles Each made a specialty. I solicit your trade. Etta Reynolds. WANTED A “Dut-c” to rule my kingdom. Knap May. WANTED A new shipment of turbans. Normal Girls. Wanted Time to take voice culture. Frances Stebbins. Do not undertake anything but an impossible task.” Teachers. Student in Latin (reads first two words): “May I be ex- cused. Mrs. Kress, that’s as far as I got.” A. M.: “The difference between barons and baronets is the same as the difference between cigars and cigarettes.” Prep, (a little nervous): “Take Arizona with her 128,000 square miles of population.” New girl: “Is today Wednesday? Oh, we have to go to conversation then don’t we? Selma 13. (for the fifth time late to History of Education): “Well, I rather enjoy being late for once. Mr. Clark: “Which once?” 2— If you can’t laugh at the jokes of the age, Just laugh at the age of the jokes. Small dog, Railroad track, Toot! Toot! Sausage. Ex. Teacher: “Who was Columbus?” L S. History Student: “The gem of the ocean.” A. C.: “I notice my re-port credits me with a zero, I hardly think my work deserved such a grade as that. Mr. M.: “Xo, but it was the lowest the faculty allows me to give.” Mr. Carroll: (looking at samples of silk): “Miss Al-spaugh, have you decided on your wedding dress yet?” Prof. Mosher: “1 shall now conclude my remap- s. as there is nothing more to say. Prof. Shoudy: “ Where do the trees in this icture seem to 1 e? Pupil: “A long length of distance back of the house.” Prof. Clark: “Listen to that mule braying. 1 hear it clay and night.” Rev. Mr. Colver “I thot it was the college yell.” In a description: “The countenance on her face was serious.” Dr. Finch (in Methods): “Miss Hatch is an independent element.” Prof. Clark: “Where is beauty.” Miss Noble: “ft’s only skin deep.” “Are you a good cook and laundress?” “Do i look like twins?” Heard in the Laundry. Fay Alderson: “The last time I washed down here three girls were boiling.” Senior days are fun, you know, Everyone will tell you so, No more work and no more trouble, In their life without a double, Oh, we could a story tell, Reading! Physics!! Methods!!! Well!!!! Miss Carson: “Miss Isynon, what plays did Goldsmith write?” Miss Evnon: “She Stoops to Conquer The Good Xatured Man.” Miss Corrigan (In Observation): “Miss Jones stool up before the class and painted herself.” There are jokes that make you laugh, There arc jokes that make you groan. But the jokes that seem most funny Are the jokes that are your own. 143— V- Prof. Mosher to Emma Johnson: “What are you doing out in the rain?” Miss J.: “Hunting for chickens.” Prof. M.: “You may have my horse if you wish.” I)r. Pelzer: “What did you do, Miss Miller?” Miss Miller: “I looked for dates and took all I could get.” Mr. Adam (asking for a compass): “Mr. Mosher, may 1 have a merry-go-round?” • Prof. Mosher (in Trig): “Some tables have anti-logarithms.” G. Reardon: “I wonder what Uncle-logarithms are?” Fay Alderson: “1 have two periods in concussion.” Advice from Prof. Clark: “Never forget a date that is important.” Prof. Monroe (in Geography): “What has been blacked is not to be red (read).” —i Prof. Clark: “Where do you feel sad, Miss Stebbins?” F. S.: “All over.” Dr. Swain (in Convocation): “ Prof. Monroe has been telling about the comet, perhaps we’ll get to the tale (tail) today.” r Miss Carson: “Is the history of Henry Esmond’s life taken to his death?” Hazel '1'.: “No, just to his marriage.” Miss ('.: “Well that may be synonymous you know. One girl: “My ancestors came over in the Mayflower.” Second girl: “Mine didn’t. None of my family ever cared for those big excursions.” u— The Seniors Must Dillon’s moon was slowly rising o’er the hills not far away, One by one the stars appearing, soon would light the milky-way; As the Basket Ball girls gathered. Some seemed thoughtful; some seemed glad. Some walked firm with steps determined, many careless, None seemed sad. All the Seniors smiled politely; but the Juniors’ lips closed tight, Struggling to keep back the murmur, “Seniors must not win tonight.” “Basket!” “ Basket!!” But a miss throw; and a patient forward failed. “Basket, Rie!” “A Basket, Hazel!” Our true classmen almost wailed; But too late those horrid Seniors “Get the ball!” “Oh, can’t you sec ?” “Mary!” “Oroha!” “George! Don’t let them!” “There’s the ball, Catch it, Marie.4’ “Not a score and now the time’s up!” “Juniors’re playing bum tonight.” But each team-man mere determined, “Seniors must not win tonight.” With wild eyes and glowing features, raging thoughts forgotten now, Then within each heart’s deep center, every Junior made a vow. They had listened to the side lines, but half heard nor heaved a sigh; Not Win Tonight But one half gone and not a score, ’twas enough to make them cry. Then their breath came fast and faster; and their eyes grew large and bright “Yet a half, my faithful comrades, Seniors must not win tonight.” Second half, a shout, a basket. Seniors cheering their men, “Oh!” Then ’twixt each and each suspended the magic ball swung to and fro, And the half wild Juniors struggling. What was wrong? Oh, who could tell? But they kept up hope and patience, even when the center fell. Still the Seniors warm and cheerful with their tired faces bright Cheered their buoyant hopes by saying, “Juniors cannot win tonight.” It was o’er.The spell was broken; and the Juniors stepped once more Firmly in the old gymnasium, where so oft they’d played before. Then a foul, then a basket “Ah there, Casey, put it in!” “Guard her, George!” “Get there, Orpha!” “Maybe yet your class will win!” And the Seniors worked on bravely, as they’d worked for many a night. How it was we cannot tell you; but the Juniors won that night. M. V. S. 10. I. The Last Farewell hi. Farewell, ye lofty spires That cheered the holy light! Farewell, domestic fires That broke the gloom of night! Too soon those spires are lost, Too fast we leave the bay, Too soon by ocean tost From hearth and home away, Far away, far away. II. Farewell the busy town, The wealthy and the wise, Kind smile and honest frown From bright, familiar eyes. All these arc fading now; Our brig hastes on her way, Far away, far away. Farewell, our classmates true, Our betters, yet our peers; How desert without you Our few and evil years! Hut though aye one in heart, Together sad or gay, Rude ocean doth us part; We separate today, Far away, far away. IV. Farewell I breathe again To dim old Xormal’s shore; ()ur hearts shall beat not when We pant for thee no more. In yon green palmy isle, Beneath the tropic ray, We murmur never while For thee and thine we pray; Far away, far away. 140 Patronize Our Advertisers The financial success of this book is due in part to the lib- student affairs. We are glad to recommend them for erality of our advertisers. The fact that they have advertised they have been especially courteous in all their dealings in our book is proof that they are interested in our with students. Teacher: “Willie, you must not say bust, you should say burst. Willie: “Well then, I seen the burst of Washington. “Why did you break your engagement with that school teacher, asked the friend. “Well, if I failed to show up at her house every evening she expected me to bring a written excuse signed bv my mother. A Bright Junior’s Answers to an Examination in Physiology. 1. Respiration is breathen. You respire with your lights, your lungs, your liver, your diagram, your wind-pipe, your Adam’s apple, and your breathen organs. 2. Perspiration is sweaten. When you have perspiration you mustn’t set down on the ice, as you’ll ketch cold and often die. 3. Secretion is not tellen a thing no matter how bad you want to. 4. Bile is what you have on the back of your neck. 5. Brains is on the inside of your head. Brains is soft as mush and kind of pink. You study and think with them, but I don’t see how. There are many resolutions in the brain and they get awful deep down into your head if you study lots. If you don’t git your lessons, nor think, nor read none, your brain gets smooth, and you are a idiot. (i. Expiration is when your paper stops if you don’t pay for it. 7. Lungs is inside your breast. We nearly all die of lungs. You must open your windows at night and breathe through your noses or you’ll die of lungs. 8. The stomach is the food bag. It is about twenty-lve feet long and eight inches wide. Some stomachs are much larger than others. 9. The esophagus is a sickness on your inside and it is cut out for tw hundred dollars even when it kills you. 10. The elimentary canal was built by France and the United States. It cost billions of dollars. 11. The diaphragm is what a man makes on blue paper to show you how he’s goin’ to build your house. 12. Gastric juice is what makes li ving machines, balloons and automobiles go Wouldn’t It Be Funny? If the Seniors go A in physics? If the Juniors had “gym” on Sunday? If the Preps had no beaux? If Miss Carson used “slang?” If Mr. Clark should be on time? If Dr. Finch were quarantined? If Mr. Monroe said “Dear me?” If Etta B. had no cases? If Ella F. never worried? If Jessie P. wasn’t the Best” Junior If Miss Hatch didn’t “try this once again?” If Emma |. was sober and sad? If Adam et a (Etta) apple? ns ENGRAVINGS FOR COLLEGE AND SCHOOL PUBLICATIONS i i i i • - i i THE above is the title of our Hook of Instructions which is loaned to the stall of each publication for which we do the engraving. This book contains 104 pages, is profusely illustrated and covers every phase of the engraving question as it would interest the stuff of a college or school publication. The book is not sold and is loaned to only those having contracts with us. 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Engravings for College and School Publications a Specialty -1 Ml If Jose’s curls were straight? If Alice C. didn’t blush? If Hazel I), never talked of the widower? If Gladys Winters ever kept her word? Seniors of 1909 1st Junior: “('an any one in this crowd tell me what a Senior is?” 2nd Junior: “Yes, you bet your life I can. They are regular encyclopedias and walking dictionaries, knowledge gushes forth from their lips as does the water from an irrigating ditch. They are so learned that the practice school teachers stand back in amazement when they begin to expostulate.” 1st Junior: “Yes, 1 know that but what are they here for?” 2nd Junior: “Well, they are here to impart knowledge to the young ideals at the model school, and to set a good example for these irascible Juniors.” 1st Junior: “Hut what have they been doing? It seems to me as if some of them have been here for a century.” 2nd Junior: “Oh no, you are mistaken, they have em- ployed every moment of their time. Every morning they are up at five and they never go to bed until after midnight. When we know this, isn’t it sufficient excuse for their uncombed hair and untied shoes at the breakfast table? “Work! well I guess they do. They never make divinity or fudge and never think of riding on Sunday. They never sit on the porch and get locked out, either. Some of them have worked so hard that they have wrinkles of age upon their brows. “Sarcasm and slang! why don’t mention it. That is unknown among the Senior bunch. They are just an ideal class.” “Who likes the Seniors?” “Who will miss the Seniors?” Juniors (in chorus): “The Juniors.” A Practical Experiment PURP()SE. To satisfy a fundamental desire that is commonly characteristic among (X)ormal students. Materials and Apparatus. Sandwiches MANIPULATION. By the means of friction I ignited the alcohol with a match. I then made a solution of tea in the chafing dish, placed it over the flame and heated it to a temperature of 05 degrees. The result was tea. I put it in vessels of equal volume and added ( grams of sugar to each, stirring briskly. Each member was given a vessel, and the solution was devoured with material that was l etween equal pressures. Readings were noted. RESULTS. Severe reprimand at 11:30 p. m. Fierce headache at 6:30 a. m. CONCLUSION. I therefore conclude that this experiment is more favorable before 10:30 p. m. We went out walking. We like to Talk. We light to walk in the moonlight. We went to a party. We like to go to parties. We had a good time. We always have a good time. We had some ice cream. We had some cake tor). Sometimes we go out riding. We like to go out riding. Chafing dish Alcohol Matches Cream Sugar Tea The Preps Primer. THE MONTANA STATE NORMAL COLLEGE Offers Complete Preparation for the Teacher’s Profession. Its courses are eminently practical, including thorough grounding in the Common Branches. Collegiate Work in Mathematics. Science, Language, Literature. and History, Professional Study, and ACTUAL TEACHING IN THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS. The Training School is one of the best and most thoroughly equipped in the country. Graduates are in great demand and are filling important positions throughout the state. DIPLOMAS ENTITLE HOLDERS TO TEACH WITHOUT FURTHER EXAMINATION. Exceptionally good facilities in Music, Drawing, Manual Training, Physical culture, and Vocal Expression. Expenses very moderate. FOR CATALOGUE ANI) INFORMATION, ADDRESS DR. H. H. SWAIN. President. Dillon, Montana. v_____________________________________________________________ —----------------------- Tke Tether ||Vt 'j e S.T£ He Tl_- We tal e long rides. Sometimes we get home late. We play basket ball. We like to ; lay basket ball. It is fun to play basket ball. We ] lay basket ball every day. A Few Definitions. Spring Fever A plague attacking the student body, fatal to all fussess. Test An ordeal occurring semi-oceasionally. A guessing contest. Faculty The rulers of our destiny and the over-rulers of our plans. Rising Bell A sweet toned songster that says hurry up to toast. Illness The only wise excuse to give for ski ping class. tiencral Ex. A time when the student body assembles to study their lessons to the accompaniment of a monologue, by some member of the faculty. i ihran —Whispering gallery. Joseph’s Watch. Joseph has a little watch, 'Fhe Seniors told us so. In Economics there’s not a place That little watch doesn’t go. The Seniors pass it all around. Then murmur soft and low. Because, according to the watch, 'Fhe time does go so slow. But Joseph and his little watch. Gee, we’d miss them so. For the watch is sure a comfort. If the time does go slow. W as It This Way in Physics E am Musing, dreaming, Careless seeming Came a radiant thought to me. Winging, singing. 4 4 4 4 4 4 ♦ 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 + 4 4 4 4 ♦ 4 4 4 ♦ 4 4 4 4 4 4 ♦ 4 4 4 + -+ + + + ++ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +++++++ + + + +++++ + + + + + ++++ + + + + +- FIRST NATIONAL j Dillon, Montana. • 4 —■ 4 First and Only National Bank in Beaverhead County. J f We Carefully Guard the Interests of Our Customers t in Every Way. J ■f Ail Business Transactions with this Bank are Regarded t as Strictly Confidential. t ♦ i. -f B. F. WHITE, = = President j J. H. GILBERT, - - Cashier 4 + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + 4 —153— Softly ringing, Filled my soul with ecstacy, But it flew again and left me; Left me dreaming as before— Fills my soul for-ever-more. Spring Nonsense. One beautiful evening in May, charming Violet and a lad of youthful mein, sat dreaming under a clump of Willows. Suddenly she cried “Johnny-Jump-Up and behold that wonderful Shooting Star over yon Sycamore.” “My darling Violet you’re a Daisy but I must tell you that is not a Shooting Star but a Comet.” So they composed themselves and Johnny said, ‘‘I will pluck you a Flag to wear if you will l e my Honeysuckle and wear a Bridal Wreath of Orange Blossoms, and a watch charm of I )og Tooth Violets. Your Pansy eyes and Rose Bud mouth drive me to the Bines and make me Balsam when I think you may give your Tulips to Sweet William. Your Lady Slipper is so dainty and Lilac scented that it gives me Heart's Ease when I think it may rest in my Box Elder, (that is my trunk). Good bye and For-get-(me)-not. Bachelor Button. Sweet Violet.” E. W. ’10. —154— C7? C7? C7? C7? C7? C7? ? C7C C7C C7? C7? 7? Cj? C7C C7C 7? C7? 7? t|? 7? C7? 7? C7? C7? C7? .7? C7? C7? C7? .7? 7? C7? C7? C7? C7C C7? C7? C7C C7? C7? C7? C7? 7? C7? C7? C7? 7? 7? 3$C tlicl Brothers J3rg (5oofts, (Clotl)in , (Carpets ani Clitics Billon. Montana VALEDICTORY. Many of the students of the Montana State Normal College will soon take their permanent departure from the city. We, therefore, use this, our customary channel for making business communications to the students, to express to them our satisfaction with the business relations which have existed between us, and our regret that in some cases these will soon be terminated. As our farewell, we most cordially wish them success in their chosen field of usefulness and a measure of happiness in life. To those who will return, we shall accord a hearty welcome in the autumn. We trust that these friendly sentiments will be reciprocated; that we may have been of some service to the students of the college and that there is no reason which will prevent a resumption of pleasant relations. In the meantime, a happy vacation. ELIEL BROTHERS. f 3? f V|M r9n r i % r eif% r9f% r£- £«■ r£- r -� r-t t r-J rSf% eSfs r9n rjs rfa e9n r9f r y r- rl r$ r� £ r£f% r£ri fjft r9n r$f% r9f% .7. � ,� .7. vjv -7- 7 t 7 ’� ' 7 O ■� ' •� ■� • ■� ■ ■ � � � -4- � t� «4� -4- � 4 -7- .7- 7 7 7v 7- 7- -7- 7' 7 7 7' v7w 7 v7v v� 7 7 TV TV ■7’ ■7’ 7” — 1 :V� - The John W. Morton Company THE BUSY STORE of Dillon —156— + t Montana Mercantile Co (Established i893) Wholesale and Retail Groceries Our Watchword Is “Quality” + + + ♦ + STATE BANK OF DILLON WE HAVE ROOM FOR :: NEW BUSINESS :: That of your friend, your neighbor That of the new arrival in our midst Of the young man or woman just getting started Introduce them to us. We will extend them all the courtesies of a modern bank. A. L. STONE, Cashier —15a— © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © Ices, Sherbet and Punches MADE TO ORDER Fancy Cakes Made to Order F. C. McFADDEN Dillon Bakery and Confectionery Lowney’s Candies and Confections, Cigars and Tobaccos Ice Cream Orders Promptly Delivered Whatever You May Need in Drug Store Goods Come Here For It We carry everything that is used in tins part of the country. Agent for Kodaks and Supplies ALL FKhSH GOODS AT Potts, the Druggist DR. E. R. ACKLEY Physician and Surgeon Phone 105 : Dillon, Montana Wouldn't You Like a New Pair of Shoes? How would a pair of Suede or Tan Russia Oxfords suit you. madam? Or Patent Leather Ties with Broad Laces and Dull Quarters? Welt Soles for Walking or Hand Turns for Dress Up Wear? We have John Kelly’s and Krippendorf Dittman’s Finest Styles for Spring, $2.50 to $4.00. THE CITY SHOE STORE © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © © O' O' O' O' © O' Q © O' v O' O O O'OO O' O' O'O O'O O' O O O' O' O O' O' O C Q O'O O' O' O' O' O' O' O' Q — lot — (5 © 13 HUBER BROS. Jewelers — Opticians—Engravers Masonic Temple Dillon, Montana Headquarters for Normal and School Pins, Badges and Souvenir Pins Eyes Examined Free of Charge When Glasses are needed, we furnish the Very Best Styles of Mountings and the Finest Lenses that money can buy at Most Reasonable Prices. We carry in Stock the Finest Makes of Jewelry of All Kinds Sterling Silver, Cut Glass, Hand Painted China. L. J. Price’s Office Albert Stamm, Jeweler Dillon, Montana. 132 Bannack St., Real Estate, Insurance, Public Stenography, Land Business, Abstracts. DIAMONDS Art Goods. Artistic Jewelry. LIFE Is what you make it. If you want to add to its pleasures come and see us. A few crumbs may be gathered here and there, but our customers get a whole loaf of satisfaction when they trade here. This is the true bargain center as well as the true quality center. We invite you to make it your down town home. We are always anxious to please and always glad to show goods. —h Dillon Novelty Works T. K. 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