Cut Bank High School - Wolf Yearbook (Cut Bank, MT)

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“Farewell! But whenever the hell chimes the hour That summons the classes to Learning's glad bower, You will think of this Class that once gathered here, too, And studied each lesson as deeply as you. Long, long, be each room with our memories filled, Through the halls where the sound of our voices is stilled; You may take, you may fill every place, if you will, lint the scent of our class rose will hang 'round it still.”

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(the Urniiir SUibp Ko.se of Faith, emblem of courage, Gaily twines and gaily blows. Inspiration for life's voyage, We shall make our own class rose. We bravely launch our little craft Upon these mighty seas; We wonder if it shall be wrecked, The storm rocks to appease. Life’s rocks are jutting on our way; We fear them while we row Adown what seems a placid bay, Unquiet seas below. We’ll trust the Spirit of the Rose For guidance on our way. It judgment gives to all of those Who hold it through life’s day. Wind-swept, and tossed by storm and gale, It’s Spirit brave, we ne’er will fail, With hope it does imbue. Rose of Faith, emblem of courage, Gaily twines and gaily blows, Inspiration for life’s voyage. Such has been our own class rose. — MARIE HOLDREN, ’22.

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‘‘The sun is low; yon peak of snow Is purpling 'neatk the sunset glow; The rosy light makes richly bright The mountain's veil of snowv white. “W hen daylight dies, the azure skies Seem sparkling with a thousand eyes. Which watch with grace from depths of space The sleeping snow peak's lovely face. “And when is born the ruddy Dawn, Forerunner of the coming Morn, Along the skies it quickly flies To kiss the mountain's opening eyes. “And thus always, by night or day. Her varying suitors homage pay; And tinged with rose, or white with snows, The same fair radiant form she shows.