Hellgate High School - Halberd Yearbook (Missoula, MT)

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28 THE BITTER ROOT Rebecca Howe We recognize a peppy girl in Miss Rebecca Howe; In cooking, too, first place to her you must allow. U. of Mont. Herbert Inch “A glorious charter, deny it who can. Is breathed in the words T am an Englishman’.” Senate ’17, ’18, ’19, ’20; Honor Boll. U. of Mont. Jugt a Jfrienti Dost thou know what it is that binds thee With the strength of a thousand chains Thru the brightest of joyful sunshine, Thru the hardest of darkest rains? Dost thou know what it is that binds thee To the heart bf your dearest frieud? Hast thou learned the age old lesson From the primal beginning to end? If thou hast not, dear fellow human, Then list and I’ll tell you the charm; I have found that the keynote is service. Observations have sounded alarm; I have come to this final conclusion ’Tis toiling for dear ones that brings To your heart all the joys of true friendship, And robs it of achings and stings. It is service allayed with your blessing, Which is not of the body alone, But your heart must be deep in your toiling, Otherwise laugh will turn to a moan. Then, ’tis silent and deep understanding Which, along with your smiles and your aid, Makes warmer the heart e’en in breaking, And you’re glad of the price you have paid. —V. C., ’20.

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THE BITTER FCOT 27 Vebnie Uleigg “If it comes from Barney’s, it must be good,” we’re told; As Vernie is a sample, we know we’ve not been sold. Orchestra ’20. U. of Mont. Dorothy Freudenreich “O, damsel Dorothy, Dorothy R, Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O’er books consumed the midnight oil?” Honor Roll. U. of Wash. Forest Bishop Now Forest is a wholesome youth, he’s full of pep and spirit; If there’s a dance or game or show, he’s always in or near it. Spanish Club ’19. U. of Mont. Audrey Bailey “One never less alone than when alone,” suits Audrey to a T; But just the same, her heart is ours, though she’s as quiet as can be. Spanish Club ’18, ’19; Chorus '17; Honor Roll. U. of Mont.

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rnmmmmmmmmmmmmmm THE BITTER ROOT 29 Honan A guardian angel some folks wish; But should the Class of ’Twenty vote, We’d all prefer you, .Miss Ronan, Who kept our ship of state afloat. A faithful friend and one who knew The golden price of silenee kept; Yet one who spoke when came the time In language simple, firm, direc t. The trials of ’20 came your way And gallantly you gave us light. You made the class of ’20 thrive; Your wisdom kept us in the right. Then, pray, receive our kindest wish For Life’s great treasures at your door. We place your shrine within our hearts And try the heights at which you soar. —V. C., '20.