Barron High School - Bear On High Yearbook (Barron, WI)

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QLWAJ MABEL SEVERSON , We love her for her Smile and gen- tle voice. KELLEY SIMONSON Oh! don't you reumemher Sweet Alive, Ben Bolt? MAGNE SOLIE The idol of the teachers, but :V he's lu an. . S gffff PEARL TIMBLIN You can tell .when Pearl is :wound by those giggles of hers.

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GLADYS PATRICK Clean 1' Lake is my favorite eity.. Do you know why? GORDEN PEDERSON I have il little shadow that goes in and out with me, but what emi be the use of l1in1 iS'IllOl'9 than I can see. P MARTHA PETERSON Still waters run deep Cas Miss WVah1 once foundl. BLANCHE HONEY She goes gnily tripping along. ANNE SGHULTZ A promising young liovelistf j

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Senior Class History FORTY-THREE Freshmen entered the portals of B. H. S. .in the Fall of 1916, in exactly the same manner that all Fresh- men have entered since time and high schools began. Scared? Of course. Oh, how we envied the haughty demeanor, and the feeling of at homeness of the Seniors, Juniors,-and worst .of all, those Sophomores. That first morning, Mr. Fulton introduced a new bunch of teachers to us-Mr. Lightfoot, Miss Bechtel, Miss Connell, and Miss Meachem-and we wondered if they felt any of the fears that lurked in our own hearts. That selfsame day we were told to bring to class the next morning a theme entitled, My Feelings on the First Day of High School, and many were the feelings expressed. I have no doubt but that these same eloquent selections Cwhich so vividly ex- pressed these feelingsj will be set down in history as some of the greatest literary productions the world has ever known-as we were the most brilliant class of Freshmen Barron has ever seen before or sincef ?J. Under Mr. ,Lightfoot's tutelage we formed a Freshman Lit- erary Society which was the envy of the rest of the High School. You see, they were so jealous of our merits, that they would not let us belong to their societies for fear of out'coloring them. We were also ably represented by verdant stars, that year, on both of the basket ball teams, namely, Harry Burnham, Ora Coe, Gladys Patrick, and Blanche Roney. To cap the climax of that year, we had a camping trip to Poskin Lake, the' last of May, which will never be forgotten by us-or the inhabitants of Poskin, who witnessed for heardl the night shirt parade and other memorable events. Most of us returned in the fall of 1917 as full fledged Sopho- mores, and forgot that the time had ever existed, when we were otherwise tmuch to the dismay of that year's class of Froshj. Our second year passed quite uneventfully fdue, perhaps, to the strenuous attention,C?J to our studies, and before we knew it, we were Juniors. Now we were getting along in the world, and could watch with indiierent eyes, the petty squabbles between Sophomores and Freshies. That fall we gave the Senior class a theater party, and they returned the favor later on, with a sleigh-ride to Rice Lake, to witness a basket ball game. Of course Rice Lake games are ex- citing things, and I do not know whether it was this that made such a strong impression on one of the drivers of the teams, or not. At any rate that is the only way I can account for his