Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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SCARLET AND GREEN COLORS—SCARLET AND GREEN School Flower—Red Rose Motto—Work A—A—A-u-b B-B-u-r-n Auburn High School

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4 SCARLET AND GREEN The girl, whose sympathies were aroused to the fullest extent, wished with all her heart that she might do something to releive the suffering child, the long, restless, idle, hours she had spent, arose before her. How she wished she had learned some of the things her father could have taught her. Now she could only hope for his coming. fie came at last, surprised to find her there. But he could do nothing. It was a snake-bite, he said, and with immediate treatment the child could have been saved. Ethel went home with her father. Af- ter comforting her, in her sorrow over the scene she laid just witnessed, he told her of his resolve to take her back to their old home. “1 have decided that it is'nt right for you to waste your life here,” lie said. But to his surprise a small hand was pressed over his lips. “No—Don’t dad—They need you here and, I think in time they are going to need me. To-morrow I want you to show me how to cure a snake-bit, lets not talk about ourselves any more now.” “How like her mother, the child is,” the doctor murmered as he leaned back in his chair. BILLY’S BIRTHDAY PRESENT By Ha I lie Workman, 10 BILLY sat upon the high board fence, swinging his chubby little legs. He was six yeai-s old that day, and was feeling quite proud of the fact. Elsie, his little sister, stood on the ground looking up at Billy reproachfully, with teal’s in her big brown eyes. “Billy you know I can’t climb that fence, and besides I don’t want to.” “Girls can’t climb fences at all: all they know is to dress dolls and play house.” “I'm most a man now,” said ltoastful Billy “and of course I can't play dolls any more.” But Billy,” cried distressed Elsie, “you played dolls yesterday, and it was only the other day you made me such a nice doll hat, and—” But yesterday I was only five years old. Today I am six, don’t you see? But girls never understand. ” Well, I suppose they don’t,” sobbed poor Elsie, “but I don’t see why you can’t play dolls today, if you played with them yesterday.” “Hurrah! Hurrah! Here comes Uncle Will,” and Billy in his haste to get down, fell from the fence, but hastily jumped up, to run towards a young man, coming in at the gate. I told ma you’d come, 'cause you never miss my birthday,” cried Billy, as he threw himself into the arms of his uncle. Uncle Will swung his small nephew to his shoulders, just in time to catch little Elsie, as she ran joyfully to meet him. Of course, I wouldn’t miss your birthday, would I Elsie?” said Uncle Will; “but jump down, my little man, give me a chance to see sister Nan,” and Uncle Will ran up the broad veranda steps. When Uncle Will had removed the dust of his travel and eaten his dinner, he was dragged out doors by the children to see their pets. This was a yearly occurrence. for Uncle Will came to visit them each year on Billy’s birthday. He generally brought them a new pet, but this year, to Billy's and Elsie’s disappointment, he showed no signs of giving them anything. The coming of Uncle Will meant presents, lots of fruit and candy, and a general good time. It was no wonder then that the children were disappointed. They were restless all the time, they seemed to be expecting something, they knew not what, but down in their hearts they were really waiting for Uncle Will's presents. That evening while they were eating supper, Uncle Will glanced uneasily at Billy. “Billy, you seem unusually quiet this evening, and for your birthday, I think that is quite unusual.” Billy's chubby little face flushed, but he was silent. “I didn't give you your present today, ( Hon tin Hf! on Ut)

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ft SCARLET AND GREEN A. .1. LI'DDKN. A. li. A. J. LUDDEN, Principal MR. LUDDEN was 1 h i-ii on a farm near Surprise, Nebr. That place was, however, too small to undertake the serious problem of his education. So Ulysses High School had the honor of becoming his Alma Mater in the year 1899. Five years later he graduated from the University of Nebraska. Of his college days we can do no better than quote from the “Senior Class Book of ’04” of the university) which says in part: “Arthur J. Ludden is a member of the Palladian Society, one of the best basketball players in the university, and a fine fellow.” The last of which he has l een busy demonstrating ever since he became connected with the Auburn High School, two years ago. Every department of the school has been his special department. New classes have sprung up. debating has occupied a prominent position, athletics have flourished as never before, a girls' basket-ball team became an organization of the High School for the first time, under his leadership. And it is with keenest regret that we are forced to announce that he has accepted a position with Fremont for next year. Ilis pupils, and those who know him best, feel that Auburn has suffered a great loss. But though he is of us no longer, our best wishes are with him wherever he goes.