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

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STELLA EMERSON She says little, but thinks much. CHARLES THOMPSON 71 e says what he thinks and he usually thinks right. MILDRED THOMAS And many a wink she wunk, And many a smile she smole. WINIFRED DIETSCH She possesses a rare jewel—good nature. Page 22

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LAURABELLE LINDER Laurabelle is always in for fun. And is a friend of everyone. MADELINE BROWN iri fc us this year her lot she cast. Fate always leaves the best till last. WILLIAM SEEGER 1 was not born for great affairs, 1 eat and sleep and say my prayers. HAROLD STEWART By saying nothing, you may pass wise. TOM CRAIG And he is very fond of being Young. Page 21

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY I ONG, long ago, there migrated to the Broken Bow High School a strange group people in a class all by themselves. They were looked upon in scorn, and christened the hated name of “Freshies” upon sight. But, nothing daunted and career hut slightly blighted bv that eruel blow, they pressed on, selected a motto, earned a color, and e’er that trying year elapsed had won favor throughout the school. Such a class, there never was and can never be. I he next tall when they again assembled in the marble halls of learning, their hearts were filled with sorrow at finding several members had departed to unknown parts, but became pacified on seeing the new faces. The honors and glories were still theirs and pouncing mercilessly on every one, they made the following generations green-eyed with jealousy. But ah! the following year marks an episode that can never be forgotten. We were half through our long hut pleasant journey when Captain Seely joined our happy family, offered his services gladly and has been a faithful and loving father ever since. That year as we watched the noble Seniors before us, our hearts slowly filled with contempt for their small showings and we, already Seniors at heart gazed into the mystic future with such vivid anticipation that the wretched class at our rear w'ere trembling with vague forebodings. And well may they have trembled. We have given them no peace of mind nor happiness of soul since our occupation of the “owl roosts.” But outdo us, they never can. We have broken all records, climbed all heights and now, standing on the verge of the Grand Canyon of Success in Life, we pause to bid you, one and all, adieu! —Seniors of 22. Page 23