Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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LETA WARNKE' Don’t disturb me, I’m thinking. Glee Club (1) Y. W. C. A. (1), (2) GLEN WILLIAMS He is not responsible for your supposin’. Springtime (4) ELIZABETH WULF “IBBEY” Exhausting thought and living wisdom with each studious year. Glee Club (1), (2), (3), (4) Y. W. C. A. (1), (2), (3)j (4) Katcha Koo (2) Calendar Reporter for Scarlet and Green (4) Springtime (4) HILDE ZABEL Do you for others lest they do for you. Glee Club (1) Y. W. C. A. (1), (2), (3) Springtime (4) SB AN

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 WILLIAM STEVENSON Step by step we reach the goal. LEWIS STREIT “BUN” I sold my car, now I’m on my feet again. Springtime (4) MARGGY TANKERSLEY “MEG” I love to wind my tongue up, I love to hear it go. FiFi (1) Katcha Koo (2) Y. W. C. A. (1), (2) Basket Ball (4) Glee Club (1), (2), (3), (4) Springtime (4) ELLEN UBBEN Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles me. Springtime (4)

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 reen MISS HELEN STORMS Sponsor i tstorp of t )t Class of ’23 Is there a man, woman, boy or girl in the whole wide woild who has never read or heard the story of “The Ugly Ducking”? Surely now, yes, you remember that old story of the last duckling to hatch? How large, ungainly, and unlovely he was? He was scorned and despised by the rest of the fowls of the barnyard, even his mother didn’t love him because of his ungainliness. Then one day he could stand life among them no longer and he went off tc himself in the woods and there he lived alonfe in peace holding his own in the world. Out there he slowly felt himself developing and saw himself dawning new and strange feathers, until at last his day came. He went to the lake and looked at himself and what did he see? Ah, he was no longer the ugly duckling. He was a swan. He had dawned swan’s feathers- Somehow the histcry of the class of ’23 reminds me of that old, old story When we were Freshmen we were the ugly ducklings, made fun of by the upper class-men, and we were the largest most ungainly class in the school. Then when we were Sophomores we retired and lived a life of quiet, but we held our own in the world. During the next year, or as Juniors, we felt power and influence slowly, but surely creeping upon us. But now! Now, we are swans. We definitely have a place to fill, a swan’s featheis and are taking our place in affairs. We are Seniors and our day has come. Picture to yourself a hot September afternoon, a large room with a row of desks across cne end, and girls seated as far as possible from that formidable group of teachers at those desks, and you have a snapshot of the Freshman class of 1919. It was then three o’clock and at six-thirty that evening the last one had been registered and assigned a seat in that great study hall. The first days passed as all days have a habit of doing. We drifted with the teachers for a couple of weeks, but we finally organized with Kenneth Davis as president. During the time between the opening of school in September until in October we were steadily learning the ways of the wise, but it was in October that we were formally initiated. We showed our metal and endured all, but in December we saw our chance for revenge. We surprised ourselves as well as the other three classes by winning over the Sophomores in the inter-class debate. For a while all was quiet like the calm after the storm, then picnic, picnic, buzzed everywhere. We wert picnicing and the school year slid gently to a close. Then ended the ugly duckling’s stay in the barnyard. In the fall of 1920 fifty-two, a few less than when we started out, gathered together under Dayton Maclay, president, and decided to go into solitude and live a life of peace. Yes, we took a small part in passing affairs. We helped in a minor way