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

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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.

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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—