Hellgate High School - Halberd Yearbook (Missoula, MT)

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THE BITTER ROOT L. WAIVE MALLORY Hobeb tip all because of ijer toonberful character as a teacfjer auk frienti, toe betricate tfjis bolunte as a mark of our appreciation.

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THE BITTER ROOT BEING THE ANNUAL SENIOR PUBLICATION MISSOULA COUNTY HIGH SCHOOL Missoula County High School is expanding greatly each year. Next season a new and thoroughly mod- ern addition will have been added, making the school one of the best in the Northwest. ’20 hopes that it has helped to uphold the school’s standards. Those who have gone before set them high; may those who come keep them there. of the SALUTATION

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THE BITTER ROOT 5 Jflotoers 3n itlemorj» of ffliss ftlallon» Echoes in the whispering night, Echoes in the starlight bright., Echoes in the nodding flowers, Gently calling through the bowers ; Beckoning onward to the sea— Sea of Immortality— Called her to its lighted shore. To remain forever more. Nodding flowers stood silent by, Watching the eternal sky, And the barque came slowly in to me, From distant lands across the sea— Across the sea. Then we placed her on the barge. And we heaped the flowers upon her, Perfumed blossoms for a perfumed voyage: Incense deep of evening myrrh Hung about her in the lilies. In the white and stainless lilies: Stainless was the trust she bore us, Pure and true her fellowship. White the flowers that covered her, Heavy with the evening myrrh. Then the barge put slowly out to sea, And I sat there upon the shore. Wondering, wondering more and more, If she thus had gone to sea. Without a parting bond for me. And I muttered black against the God Who would take her from the earth, Leaving us a barren dearth Of her past being. As I sat brooding o’er my thots, The perfumed incense of the sea Came floating, floating back to me; And I looked upon the ocean, There with soft and gentle motion The flowers came washing back upon the shore; Dropped, o’erladen from the barge’s side. The water, sprinkled with the blossoms fair, That one short moment past was dark and bare, Was fragrant as an incense laden wind from Paradise. And my schoolmates crowd upon the beach; And they gather in their reach The drifting flowers that, floating by, Freshened in the Sea of Immortality, Will be held in memory— White, unwithered, stainless flowers, That will sweeten all our hours— White—un with ered—sta in less f 1 o wer s. In the freshened blossoms sweet. In the flowers that wash about my feet. Is the bond that lies between us— Till we meet! Oh, till we meet 1 Vorman F. Made an