Broken Bow High School - Warrior Yearbook (Broken Bow, NE)

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I.ILA TAYLOR Normal Training. Basket-ball. Bozarrow. Thesis—'‘Lincoln, the statesman.” “Nothing Is more simple than greatness. Indeed, to Ik simple Is to he great. ELIZABETH WEETII Normal ami Latin Course, Bo .arrow. Class I'resident. Thesis- Rural life pleasures and problems. She doeth little kindnesses Which most leave undone, or despise. LEE WELLS Normal Training. Senior Basket-ball, Baseball. Thesis— The reformers and reform more meats of the world.” Ile holds no parley with unmanly fears. Where duty bids, he confidently steers. It I’BY STEDUY Ituby was unable to finish with us on account of sickness. 20—-

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Normal Foot-ball. JOSEPH PALMEIt Basket-ball and Latin Courses, Thesis—“The value of hygiene in publii schools ' “How fleet Is the glance of the mind. IONE RUSSOM Normal Training, Basket-ball, Declamatory. Boznrrow. Thesis—“Hull House and it’s i cork. “And that smile, like sunshine, darts Into many sunless hearts.” RITA SWEENEY Normal Training, Senior Basket ball. Thesis—“Prevention and treatment of tu bcrculosis. “Whereso'er be thine abode Always harbinger of good.” LUCY S PR I NO STU BE Normal and Latin Course. Thesis—“Economic Effects of Immigration. She makes her life one sweet accord And died of charity.” —19—

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SENIOR ’LASS OFFICERS Lcdwich, Treasurer Heller. Reporter Russoni. Vice Persident Row man. Yell Leader Sweeney, Secretary Weeth. I’real deni Motto: Be Square Colors: Lavendar and While Florvcr: Violet “JUrnuirtrs” When life seems bright and gay to us, And glad each happy heart. Remember that ’twill not be long ‘Till we from friends must part. No more we’ll hear the school bell ring. On every Friday night; No more we’ll come with fluttering hearts. Our pieces to recite. But scattered far in distant lands, We’ll think of days gone by; And who will then recall those times. Without one lingering sigh? Perhaps we ll think of valiant fights We fought with schoolmates here. Perhaps we’ll wish with longing sigh To see those faces dear. When hearts are filled with sorrow. And shadows round us loom, I know we’ll think of Broken Bow And the dear old high school room. 21—