Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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10 SCARLET AND GREEN BILLY’S BIRTHDAY PRESENT (Continued from mi ye 4) Billy, for I left it at home, but it will come tomorrow morning about ten o’clock. This present is for both of you. It is something you have always wanted, something which I have been trying to get for you three years, and I hope you will like it, as well as I do.” “And I think,” added Uncle Will, “that there’s a pretty little present for a pretty little girl, too, which will make somebody’s big eyes open wider than ever before.” “Oh Uncle Will,” and Elsie ran around to the other side of the table to give her uncle a good hug. The next morning Elsie and Billy were “almost wild” with expectations. They were quite sure it would l e an extra nice present, for, didn’t Uncle Will make them wait one whole day and a night? By half-past ten Billy and Elsie were waiting patiently on the front porch. Why their mother had insisted on their donning their Sunday clothes, they could not tell. Elsie folded her hands on her new white dress, pulled her locket into place, patted the big bows on her little slippers and asked Billy if her curls were straight. But still they waited, and still Uncle Will did not come from the train with the presents. “Don't see why Uncle Will had to go to the station after our presents,” said impatient Billy; “the express man could have brought it just the same as he always has.” “Here comes the carriage,” cried Elsie, and before they hardly knew it, Uncle Uncle Will had jumped from the carriage, and was helping a young lady out. “Oh. Miss Ellen has come! Elsie! rOlsie, go tell ma!” and excited, Billy ran to meet them. “Children, this is your present,” said Uncle Will, “a truly Auntie, something you have always wanted,” and Uncle Will handed her over to the delighted children. When they had reached the house. Uncle Will came in with a long, large box in his arms. This he opened and after undoing many wrappers, drew forth two large dolls. “Elsie, this is your gift,” he said, handing her one of the big. beautiful dolls, “and Billy, this one is for you.” Of course Billy took the doll, and Elsie never more heal'd him say “he was too big for dolls.” “And now, children,” said Uncle Will, “which present do you like the liest?” Of course they both agreed that their new Auntie was nicer than all presents Uncle Will had ever given them and Uncle Will agreed without a o hesitation. THE LONE STAR By Emma Janeva Wilds, ' 10 1. Til K western sky was of ruddy gold, The sun had sunk to rest, The southern breezes gently blow. The drowsy world seemed blest. II. From out the dusk a pale light gleamed, 'Twas that of a lonely star, In all the heavens dark it was the only hope. And it seemed so near and yet so far. 111. As I gazed with awe. at its beauty so pale. In the midst of the heavens of deep. I tho't of the spirit world and of rest, Of that realm where we shall ever sleep. IV. And as I stood there in the holy calm. With the dying world around, I tho't of the loved ones laid at rest. In the cool, dark, silent ground.

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SCARLET AND GREEN o value of which was plainly shown at the Patrons’ Day exhibit. While the importance of drawing and music is thus recognized in the course of study, and nature study and morals and manners, are given due attention, no neglect of what are usually styled the “essentials” is permitted. During the past two years the High School has been under the excellent management of Mr. A. J. Ludden as principal, ably assisted by Miss Lillie Anderson. Miss Lulu McCartney and Miss Geneva Bullock. The wisdom of retaining. in so far as possible, teachers whose work has been satisfactory has been demonstrated this year. The second day of the term, school was running as smoothly as if it had been going on a month. The size of last year’s graduating class thirty—and of this year’s class thirty-four speaks well for the deep interest maintained by the student body. A flourishing literary society and strong cadet company furnish valuable supplementary work to the regular curriculum. In the quality of work done, the Auburn High School probably ranks second to none in Nebraska. Her graduates enter the university on an equal footing with graduates from the larger schools and have not failed to keep up well to the front in the race for a higher education. Antioch has upheld the honor of her classic name by the excellence of her school. Mr. W. L. Evans, in one short year principal, has made himself almost indispensible to our school system. He will send thirty-three well trained hoys and girls into the Freshman (’lass of the High School next September. Miss Myrtle McGrew, teacher of the seventh grade, has a state wide reputation for superior ability and success. She shows her loyalty to Antioch by refusing a flattering offer of a position in the Lincoln schools and remaining here for another year. Miss Hickey, teacher of the sixth grade, Miss Holmes, of the fifth, Miss Tyler, of the fourth, Miss Riesenberg, of the third, Miss Hale, of the second, Miss Brooker, of A first, and Miss Metcalf, of B first, are all deserving of the highest commendation for the faithful service rendered and the splendid results attained. The school suffers a loss in the retirement of Miss Riesenberg and Miss Brooker from the teaching force, the one to quit the profession the other tf accept a better position at her home town. South Omaha. The year 15 00-7 has witnessed a good growth at Athens in enrollment and instruction. Mr. E. Fritz Slagle, principal of the school and teacher of the seventh and eighth grades, is a man of sturdy character, mind and body. Under bis management it has retained its high rank in thoroughness,regularity and discipline. Twenty pupils will graduate from his eighth grade class, May 21. Miss Van-deburgh, who was teacher of the sixth grade, was compelled to resign in February because of the sickness of her mother. Her place, which was a hard one to fill, has been well taken by Mrs. Anna Allen. Miss Webber, who has been in the school for three years, has held high the standard of the fourth and fifth grades. Miss Bryson, as teacher of the second and third grades, and Miss Hannon, who has the first grade, have done faithful, conscientious work, for which they should receive great credit. The citizens of Auburn are proud of their schools, and it is this that is largely responsible for their excellent condition. OUR TEACHERS [Continue ! from m je - The remaining year's of the high school course she completed at Lyons, Nebr., her present home. In 15 04 she graduated from the State Normal at Peru. Her desire to be a teacher was realized the following year when she became a member of the A. H. S. faculty. Miss McCartney’s special forte is mathematics. Her classes in that science are always well advanced. Miss McCartney’s bright, lively ways have endeared her to her pupils, and make her a most welcome guest at all the social functions of the High School. Her only failing is for flower's, Florists and Forrests. tnitilr pmi art strilmut to rlUiratr thr brain, rrmrinhrr that thr hrart urriri train-inn almi.

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SCARLET AND GREEN i [ By Grace Anne Crooker “XTO. 82, that all you have?” Loring-1N ton stared disconcertedly at the red faced clerk whose whole at-tenti m, for the moment, was taken in ligh ting the cigar that he held between his lip.-,. “Yes it’s the only room left. Busy time you know. 82 your hoodoo number? Huh! lots like you, there’s nothin in it. better take it,” and he looked with a questioning1 grin at the man before him. The day had l een a busy and trying one and Lorington, naturally somewhat nervous, could not reconcile himself to No. 82. His thoughts went back to a busy hotel in a big western city, when he had opened a door marked 82 and saw the lifeless form of a man stretched out on the l ed, an empty revolver lying on the floor. And again, when 82 had marked his door, lire had broken out in the hotel and now it seemed to him, that he could hear the crackling of the flames and feel the choking smoke in his throat. “Can’t do it,” he said, half to himself and half to the red faced clerk, at the same time jerking out his watch. “Ten minutes to train time,” he muttered, and grabbing his suit case he hastily left the hotel. The train was on the track when out of breath he swung himself into the car and, with a sigh of relief, sank into the nearest seat. It seemed scarcely five minutes to the tired man until the conductor was calling out the next station. He arose wearily, picked up his baggage, and stepped out into the depot. He wandered through the big room undecided as to what hotel to try and wondered if ever a man with money had such a time finding lodgings. Above the din of the noisy crowds the shrill voice of a newsboy reached his ear. “Evening papers. five cents! Big wreck on the B. ()! Train No. 82 collides with freight! Several killed!” Lorington started, that number had unnerved him, and he had recovered himself when a hand was laid on his shoulder and a good natured voice was saying, “Well, what is the matter old chap, been seeing ghosts? Say, don't you remember the last one you saw?” and the young man laughed heartily. Hiding his displeasure the best he could Lorington held out his hand with, “I'm glad to see you Paxton.” The two had grown up together and Paxton had always made fun of Loring-ton’s nervousness and. even at this age. nothing delighted him more than to find out some of Lorington’s superstitions. “Come on up to the hotel with me and we’ll put up together,” said Paxton, and without waiting for his friend’s answer, grabbed up his suit case and started for the door “Hey, bring back my suit case!” Lorington called after him, but seeing that Paxton paid no attention to him started up the street with him talking and laughing until they came to the hotel door where across the street was a circus bill with “82 camels and elephants” in flaming scarlet and yellow. With that number across the street Lorington would never stay at the hotel and muttering something about, “a forgotten engagement at the depot.” leaving his suit case and the astonished Paxton on the hotel veranda, Lorington, now determined to get away from that odious number if it kept him up all night, hurried on to the depot and boarded the waiting train. The car was crowded and in the only seat that was left was a brown suit case. He moved it to one side and at the same time remembered where he had left his own, but contenting himself with tin thought that Paxton would bring it down the next day, he stretched himself out in the seat and was almost asleep when an unusual commotion in the car aroused him again. The train had slowed down, almost stopped, Lorington pressed his face against the window. It was still raining and he was unable to make out anything until a flash of lightning lit up the intense darkness and there beside the track a white post with the figures 8 and 2 loomed up. The first thought that flashed through Lorington’s mind was a wreck and. never (Continued on potje 33)