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

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 E speak the language of now. Tomorrow now-will Ik yesterday. What will that yesterday looking out from page of the 1935 Chinook say to us? Will gilded yesterdays cheer golden success of tomorrow's achievement? Do things done well forecast life lived right? Are College duties heartily performed the introduction to wider responsibilities? Yes. to all these moralized queries. The group which looks out so modernly from the pages of this hook will succeed in the tomorrow as it has in its now. If twenty-five years in the day after tomorrow play with us as quarter centuries do with those whose yesterday pictures arc in earlier Chinooks, our loyalty will be unshaken. We know that hunch at M. S. N. C. in 1935. Sheldon E. Davis, President SHELDON E. DAMS

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Miss Myrtle Savidce. Instructor in Dramatics We present this hook to a member of the Normal College faculty whose untiring efforts are praise-worthy. Numerous times each year we gather together to observe drama at the Montana State Normal College. We realize that it is because of her patience and ability, her supervision and direction, that we are able to enjoy these successful presentations. In recognition and appreciation of her services, we, the 1935 Chinook staff, dedicate our yearbook to Miss Myrtle Savidge. V-i'

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I wo decades from now when you lorn the leaves of this hook, like the fragrance from a garden of flowers Mown by a soft Chinook, will come to you the memories of people and events of your college days. On this page you scan the faces of former classmates. This is the girl who sat next to you in social problems. What a dumb bell you always thought her. You wonder now who was dumb. This one wrote so well for Comp. III. At this face you almost blush in spite of your solid middle age. After a long blank space in your memory you recall the thrilling dates with her in the library, the rec hall, and the parlor. Here, with effort, you pick from their athletic disguises the heroes of the year. Yes. that was when we won the championship. And who was in this play? How we did work in that glee club. And how we struggled over that orchestra piece. Lower and lower you sink in the chair. More and more attentively you scan the pages. You arc oblivious of your surroundings. You live again on every page the stress, the triumphs of those youthful days, little conscious, perhaps, of the impress they have made upon your life. ANGEIJNK SMITH Angeline Smith. Dean of Women