It is the last week of March!!!!
Today is Monday, March 27th
This week’s theme:
Spirit of Adventure
From The Galley
27
Chicken Sandwich
Cucumber Slices
Macaroni Salad
Pears
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28
Cheese Ravioli
Garlic Toast
Salad
Peaches
-Salad Bar-
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29
Taco Salad
Salsa
Cherry Tomatoes
Orange Wedges
-Salad Bar-
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30
Chicken Drumsticks
Mashed Potatoes
Pineapple
Cookies!
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This Week in Victor:
Monday 27
- HS Track to Corvallis 5:00
- Winter Sports Awards 5:30
Tuesday 28
Wednesday 29
- Suicide Prevention presentations 9:30
Thursday 30
- HS Track at Frenchtown 10:00. Bus leaves at 7:30
- 7/8 grade Field Trip. 8:30-10:30
- End of 3rd Qtr.
Friday 31
The 8th and 12th grade Field trip to The Mackay Gallery of Charlie Russell art, Montana Historical Society, Montana Capitol, Legislature and The Supreme Court was a smashing success.
Counseling Office News: Rotary Leadership Camp is this summer, If you are currently a freshman in HS you can still apply. It is free to the students who are chosen to go. Applications are in the Counseling office. Camp will be from July 11-July 15.
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Got something you want to say,
artists and writers?
The Whitefish Review is inviting high school students to share their stories, art work, photos, essays, and poems. This issue is inspired by youth from the Blackfeet Nation who recently published their own “Rising Voices”.
Deadline is April 15th. See Mrs. Ogden to send in your work for consideration. Speak out!
The Fairies
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watchdogs,
All night awake.
High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and grey
He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with the music
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.
They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of fig-leaves,
Watching till she wake.
By the craggy hillside,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn trees
For my pleasure, here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather!
William Allingham
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watchdogs,
All night awake.
High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and grey
He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with the music
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.
They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of fig-leaves,
Watching till she wake.
By the craggy hillside,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn trees
For my pleasure, here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl’s feather!
William Allingham
Basketball Awards Banquet
Monday March 27th
Missing Jerseys:
Jamie Burdett
Middle school girls basketball players meet after Ethos on Tuesday to turn in your uniforms. Please make sure they are washed and neatly folded.
Other Announcements???????????
Pledge of Allegiance.
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