Hellgate High School - Halberd Yearbook (Missoula, MT)

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The 1916 Track Meet (1) 'Tis a glum May day, but hopes are bright. Cheerily, mv lads, vo ho! We’ve got a winning team, all right, For Missoula, will fight with all her might, Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! But curse the luck, weVe dropped a Sticht! Tie's sprained his ankle, what a hitch! Why. bless you. man. we're in the ditch! Wearilv. mv lads, vo ho! Wearily, mv lads, vo ho! 7 V ? I-1 ■ a I 1 i | Chorus. With a long long stride, And a strong, strong pride. Gaily boys, make her go. There is Lansing, true. There is Iloty, too, Singing cheerily, lads, yo ho! (4) Xow “Shoeey” and “Dutch' are both set bad Wearily, mv lads, vo ho! ■ 3 a. 7 f They “Broke too soon, on the cinder track And Egan’s lost his wind, alack! Wearily, my lads, vo ho! But “Husky takes the hurdles high. While Gavin's rooters yell and cry, “Let’s give nine Kali’s, when Jack goes by!” Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! (3) W e ve won first place in the javelin throw, Cheerilv. mv lads, vo ho! a. ™ i a. For Phillips’ arm is far from slow. And Gray, Smith and Barry sure can go, Cheerilv. mv lads, vo ho! «i- ■ 4. Their aching backs, and necks, and joints The rub-down liniment soon annoints And we've won the Meet with forty points. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Cheerilv, mv lads, vo ho! ft- »• 7ft (2) 'Tis a jam what am, at Jolly-1 p. Cheerilv, mv lads, vo ho! s. - - ■ i ■ Missoula High has copped the Cup, And the track team deserves a banquet sup. Cheerily, my lads, vo ho! The Chancellor cracked full many a pun. About the colors of ribbons won, And “The Modest Mr, Jacobson.'7 Cheerilv. mv lads, vo ho! m J ft a Cheerilv, mv lads, vo ho! me ft .7 % E. L. C.

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Mr. Ketcham lie moves among us in his quiet way With cheerful mein, and as we tome and go, We hardlv realize, we cannot know i I I low much he does for us from day to day. How much we honor him we cannot say, We rightly all our deepest feelitilts show. But patient and serene, he helps us grow, And all the High School doth its homage pay. A tribute now to him who is our friend. A song of love to one who fills with light The darkest shadows of the path we wend. Some day when we have gained a clearer sight, We may perhaps more justly sing his praise, But now great joy be his. and length of days. (A Sonnet.)

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STAFF OF Tl i K 191« RITTER HOOT, First Row—Grace Harriott, editor-in-chief; Sinclair Mo Olay, subscription manager; Ozete Hatcher, assistunt business manager; Hazel Turtle, associate editor; Gladys Phillips, associate editor; Ralph Graves, snapshot editor; Delia Paxson, calendar editor, Second Row—Margaret Wiekes. alumni editor; Bryan Wilburn, chaff; Louis Lansing, sporting editor; Roger Ti n I lord, assistant business manager; Hazel lagan, literary editor. Third Row lShha Anderson, assistant business manager; Florence Dixon, assistant editor; Osden Dreycr, business manager; Thus, Swearingen, organization editor.