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

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False and True TO BEGIN MY greetings to the readers of the Chinook with these two words is a risky business. I will, therefore, assure you that my greetings are honest and true, and I hope you recover soon from the shock and recollections caused by the mention of these two words. 1 suppose you are still making the grade as usual. I hope so. Definite decisions without parley or delay, selecting the one correct word or action out of many possible attractions, refraining from writing the same answer or doing the same thing as the other fellow is doing, answering plain yes or no without hesitations or assistance, often unfortunately prove as difficult tasks for teachers as for pupils. If everybody else is doing it, why worry whether it is false or true? The odds are even. Why not look around a little and save yourself the trouble of thinking clearly and seeing straight. Yes or No that is the question. That all depends upon what others are saying and doing. What is true? What is false? Who is true? Who is false? Who cares these days? Why bother with such trifles. But how about making the grade? That’s too bad— “Save me from speeches long dull and slow; Oh, how much better plain Yes or No.” Velma Phillips, Dean of If omem

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 Come out and seek to learn from ever talking trees Who, standing high, majestic, monarchs for all time, Look upon the canvas the Master holds above, Painted by an Artist with hand devine. Come out and watch the towering rugged mountains Changed as by the powerful strokes of some artist’s brush, Beginning the day in distant haze or somber black: Looking upon the close of day with purple blush; As some mighty monarch frowns upon his people But mellowed by their attempts of human kindness Is warmed at heart and looks upon his subjects with a benediction. Come out and watch and list to ceaseless wispering streams Rushing breathlessly on to larger waters; Or see the waters touched by the magic wand of sunbeams; Or a lake-mirror gold-flecked with moon or twinkling stars Silent immobile, unfathomable, all knowing body, Which forms a perfect picture through eternity’s hours; And when you have once looked upon the Master’s art— Snow capped mountains, skies of blue, gold, and silver, A place peopled by trees, flowers, animals, things on wings— a world apart Which passes on through all the years, born up by wings of love “Through your spirit’s unlit deep will blunder. Like dusk, a hush and holiness and wonder.”