Great Falls High School - Roundup Yearbook (Great Falls, MT)

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ROUNDUP 13 A BOTTLE OF INK. A man once bought a bottle of ink To write the thoughts that he might think. A marble table then he bought XVhereon to write the thoughts he thought. He bought a farm, fringed round with wood. lincompassed round with solitude, That he, where none molest. might sink And write the thoughts he thought he'd think. And then around his bottle of ink He built a house wherein to think: And in the house he built a room, Retired in dim scholastic gloom, A room made up of alcoved nooks. And furnished with ten thousand books! For from such lakes of lore to drink He thought would aid his brain to think. His hair was thick and richly brown XVhen at his desk he sat him down. And long he gazed within the brink Uf that potential bottle of ink: Ah, long before it did he stay Until his hair was thin and gray! And dreamed before that bottle of ink Of thoughts he thought he ought to think. Ah, long he tried to be a bard- But found his rooster crowed too 6 hard. And with loud cock-a-doodle-doos. lt frightened off the bashful Muse. He meditated sounding lines- But the lound winds among the pines Disturbed him, blowing from the west. And kept his fine lines unexpressed. .-Xnd so he died,-old, lame. and blind. And left his bottle of ink behind: And some one wrote with it a very Pathetic. sweet obituary. A man who suffers from the strain of unwrit epics on the brain Can ease the pressure of his grief XX'ith a stub pencil and a leaf. Uld Homer owned no inch of ground. liut sang, and passed his hat around: No farm, no house. no hooks. no ink, But still had divers thoughts to think. If nothing in the skull abide. Then nothing helps a man outside: And what avails a sea uf ink To him who has no thoughts lu think? -Selected. THE RAIN. Dripping down in the smnmer night. Touching the leaves with lingers light. Making them whisper soft and low. Dripping, dripping. gentle and slow- l am the rain. Tipping with diamond drops the grass, Caressing sweet flowers as I pass. Murmuring secrets to them ztll. Hear' me whispering as l fall. Summer night's rain. XX'ashing the dust from the murky air Leaving it clean. and pure, and fair. Dripping softly the long night through. Iieereating a world anew. l.ife-giving rain. l R.XXL'liS liL'RI.I X4 LXNI lf. A CHAPTER ON EYES. I have no eyes. f ilu not misunderstand me when l say l have no eyes. lt is true they are not very large. but they are there. two nf them: natrrow slits. sind. when l laugh they can seatreely be seen. just two lines that show where eyes ought to lie. xx-lll'll l sity llll'll. lltltl l haue no eyes, l wish to impress up-

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12 RULNIDUP swift remorse. and her winning smile. Also in the public school-room re- spect for other nations than his own is forced upon him when he learns that Christopher Columbus was a Dago, George XYashington an offi- cer in the English army, and Christ. our Lord, a Jew. At first the foreign parent is apt to look upon the public school as but another of the many enemies which he finds all around him in this strange and inexplicable land whose laws he learns as Parnell advised a follower to learn the rules of the house of commons-by breaking them. Es- pecially is this the case if the for- eigner is a Russian Jew. Hating and fearing the name of Christian he nat- urally looks with suspicion and aver- sion upon an institution fostered by that loathed and dreaded race. This distrust he at first tries to hand down to his child, but little Isadore is placed perhaps under the care of some sweet-faced American girl who takes the warmest interest in all her little aliens. It is again the repetition of the historic love and its cause be- tween Mary and her lamb. Helen M. Todd. Inspector of Factories. said. when speaking of the relationship be- tween teachers and pupils, that when she spoke to one little girl, Marie Mamschalsco. about her school life, the child replied, Once I had a so- beautiful teacher mit a from-silk waist and mit feaders in her hat, and when she went to talk it was like when brudden he plays on de concertina. Und I feel for dat teacher -and here her passion stained her pale cheeks red- like-like I was dat teacher's mudder. I will to get my teacher's rubbers. l will to get my teacher's hat. I will to stand by de street-car till she come. I will to have my seat in dat school changed. For why? For so I can touch dat teacher's dress when she writes on de black- board. But she would not stay on dat school, she say to me, 'Ah, Maria, I must to go. This teaching schoolf she say, 'it kill my heart.' But I make a good-bye party for her by my house. und she give her hand to my fader. und my mudder, und everybody in my house und she say good-bye. und she smile, but when she kiss me good-bye, I can to feel how my teacher's face it is all wet by tears for that she leaves me. Is that the soil in which the evil seeds of class and race hatred can take root? Commencement brings strangely contrasted parents together in a common pride. The pupils have be- come much like each other but the parents may be so widely dissimilar as to make the similarity of their children an amazing fact for contem- plation. Mothers with shawls on their heads and work-distorted hands may sit beside mothers in Parisian costumes and the silk-clad mother is usually clever enough to appreci- ate and to admire the spirit which strengthened her weary neighbor through all the years of self-denial. of labor. of poverty, and often hun- ger. which were necessary to pay for the leisure and education of son or daughter. The feeling of uselessness. of inferiority, which this spirit entails. may humiliate the idle woman, but it is bound to do her good. It will ut- terly do away with many of her pre- judices against the foreigners It will make the Let them eat cake attitude impossible. as she realzes in her heart that the foreign lowly mothers are like herself, Just Folks. M.-XBIYL TAYLOR. 'l3.

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