Hellgate High School - Halberd Yearbook (Missoula, MT)

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A HIGH SCHOOL HAMLET IN 1911 B. I. B., ’13 To do—or not to do, that is the question. Whether ’tis better in the Spring to study And get our lessons and our recitations; Or sit and think, by some wide-open window, Of how our track team’s coming. To muse, to dream Of all. And in that dream to say we win The shot-put and the other track events That we must fight for. ’Tis a great victory Which we will surely gain. To muse—to.dream—• And then, perchance, to wake—aye, there’s the rub! For then our visions sweet fall to the ground. And we must know our field’s yet to be done And we must do it; and all work hard To aid the people who will try to .win The victory we’ve just been dreaming of. And now we realize that we must work Together here. Who’ll bring along the tools And grunt and sweat, and build a nice new fence ? And next the plow and horses come in line To do their part in this important place. No one must pike, but all be there. Anon The girls come, too. and bring along the lunch—- Pickles and other stuff we know not of, The while their cheers make workers of us all. And thus the former look of Higgins field Is changed by those who wish to do us proud. The Bitter Root Page 13

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She gives us the piece of paper, And then she ascends the stair. Alas, we know well what is coming, And if, to escape, did we dare, She’d almost devour us with scoldings. Detentions about would fall, Till we’d think of the Bishop Bingen, With the mice falling over his wall. Do you think, oh learned teachers. Because you have fixed us now, That we can’t play hookey some time, And stir up a great big row? You may have us fast in your fortress. In a small detention hall, But is that a reason why we’uns Cannot be a match for you-all? In our hearts we will keep you, Forever and ever and a day, While detentions are burning to ashes, And scattering in dust away.

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THE FRESHMAN CLASS