Rock Springs High School - Sagebrusher Yearbook (Rock Springs, WY)

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Juniors Although the Junior claSS has lost seven of its classmates. It has re- tained all its pep, and, to be truthful, our motto, More Pep. is more ap- propriate than ever. The Halloween Pageant was a great success, made so by the Junior Minstrel. Say, be. those black babies shol did jazz! And talk about the uglad rags. dem were straight from Paris! The J unior Class Party on February 12 was a barn party, when every- one became young once more. and aprons and overalls were donned by the lucky participants. Throughout the evening, everyone was refreshed at the bar, which was the most popular resort. Dancing and games were en- joyed until a late hour. when the guests adjourned, wishing the Junior: would give another party equally as good. The J uniors are very busy planning for the Prom, which is to be the event of the school year. even though the school board has limited the amount taxed each person. Everybody is anticipating one wonderful time. The J unior Class Play is to be a charming lime play bringing out the A talent and cleverness of the class. The play is not picked out yet, but trust the Juniors to pick a good one. M. G. Pm hauqh

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Juniors CLASS OFFICERS . FRED MCDONALD, President CLARA THOMPSON, ViceuPresident LUCILLE BEVERIDGE, Secretary and Treasurer .CLASS COLORS PURP-LE AND GOLD Mildred Anderson Hannah Hay Joe Angelovic Shirley Jeff Lucille Beveridge Toini Karppi Vera Boyle Fred McDonald Margaret Brooks Ellen Martin Albert Bertagnolli Robert Muir Margaret Connor Dolly Park Mary Drebick Paul Subic Marjorie Griffith Clara Thompson Helen Willson THE J UNIORS Do you hear the echo, That low murmuring echo, Of that wondrous class Of nineteen twenty-two? They are working out the hours, They are building many bowers. They are making higher grades. Working hours in the shade They are piling up the credits, They are forming their good habits Do you hear the echo, That low murmuring echo, Of that wondrous class Of nineteen twenty-two? Frowns and scoldings of the teachers, They must take them every year. Not a moment do they stop, As the hands move round the clock Working harder, make the way Easier to cross as they move away. M. A. Page Twenty-tive

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