Centennial High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Pueblo, CO)

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2 , -V ,- use . W ' gal' . w 'wi i . A. G. Twitchell J. F, DeVivier W. S. Kettering V. Hed A. S. Kops E. Wentworth R. N. Collins R. Christopher' classes. They had hoped to see Mr. Twitchell, the boys' gym teacher, too, but found that he was away on a basket ball trip with the team. Just then Alice heard a shot and screamed, Oh, dear! Do you suppose somebody's being murdered? The Bulldog explained that it was just Mr. Kettering coaching the boys' rifle team. and they went up tp hear one of the glee clubs sing under the direction of Mr. Collins. Later she heard Mr. Christopher's orchestra and couldn't decide whether she liked the glee club or the orchestra best. The Bulldog promised to bring her back the next day to hear the band and said. 'AAlice, While we're up here. let's look in on Mr. Jones and his laboratories where the kids grind over Chemistry and Physics: maybe he'll make some H28 for us. IN THE GYM Seventeen

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l . rg ' l l . .. . , - 1 11 - , .,., - - - nf 'if l li - i ' . 'A i . 4 . , A l X ' ' ' A M. Berg I. E. Brainerd V M. Mitchell M. Cooley J. L. Pound P. Bergin J. P. Brown E. Melin As the two left Miss Melin's Art room, the Bulldog remarked, Alice, if you get all tuckered out or get a sore throat, you can go to the school nurse, Miss Kops, or to Mrs. Hed. her assistant. They'll fix you up. I never get tired, and I never have a headache, said Alice. Never? barked the Bulldog. Well, hardly ever, replied Alice. After they had visited Miss Brown in her Domestic Science department and had each been given a big cookie, they found Miss Wentworth down in the gym directing one of her girls' TYPING Sixteen - - - - -

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. -- . 7. -1. .1 ... Q ll l I E. C. Jones A. K. Hammond F. M. Sloan D. Jackson R. Moery W. F. Bricker VJ. I-I. Brown F. K. Smith From Chemistry they went to the Biology Lab where Mr. Smith reigns supreme. Then they rushed down to the Printing department to see Mr. Sloan and Miss Jackson. As school was nearly out, they hurried over to the Annex where they found Mr. Hammond and Mr. Brown patching up an old airplane and watched Mr. Bricker's and Mr. Moery's students making bread-boards. There goes the bell. Alice. so I guess we'll have to call it a day unless you'd like to visit a faculty meeting. Oh, I'm afraid we'd not be welcome after pestering them all day. LAVELLE PORTER ' PRINTING Eighteen