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

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slightlyC?J bibulous appearance when the time came to go home. Interchanging of festivities ceased, after the sleighride, until the second of May, 1919, when the Junior-Senior banquet and prom occurred. Upon this momentous occasion, the upper hall was decorated with our class colors, pink and white,-'while the assembly room was prettily disguised with the 'colors of the Class 'of '19-blue and gold. A four course dinner was served, and the Seniors and Faculty were presented with the Senior class flower, the yellow rose. 1 After the sumptuous repast had been dispensed with Cdon't you admire my vocabulary?J, toasts were given to the Seniors, the Faculty, and the Juniors. Then Anne Schultz read the Senior class prophecy, which predicted brilliant futures for all, and Ber- nice Berg gave the last will and testament of the Seniors, in which Bone , freckles, and bow legs mingled promiscuously. After this the company adjourned to the ball room-alias the well known assembly-where, after a. short program by Miss Blanche Hulbert, Miss Stephens, Harold Finnemore, and Ruth Gordon, dancing was enjoyed for the remainder of the evening. At commencement time, we assumed the arduous .duties that are usually expected of servile Juniors. Our repertoire included such trivial matters as subjecting ourselves to slaughter house odors, stingy nettles, mucky swamps, and wire fences, all in order that the Seniors might have hall decorations. Other favors that followed 'in short order, were, ushering at the Baccalaureate Ser- mon, Class Play, and Commencement Exercises. Then our Junior year, was over, and when we came back in the fall it was, for the last time flet us hopej, as-Seniors I ll Our number has decreased from forty-three to nineteen. But we are still as happy a bunch as ever. We received our class rings in November and have worn them constantly, to-let the world know that we are Seniors. Our class festivities this year have been a minus quantity but we are patiently waiting for the eventful occasion when we shall be the honored guests, as all worthy Seniors have been be- fore. It will gladden our hearts exceedingly to see the Class of '21 usher, etc., at our exercises, even as ,we did last year. We know that they are happiest when they are helping others, in short, they are the helpingest class we ever saw, especially at helping the teachers to keep order in the main room. When we are gone, we know they will try to fill our shoes creditably, al- though we have our doubts as to whether this can de done. We are also sure that they will miss us terribly. But now, enuff said, -so-au revoir to the Class of 1920. ARDITH McKEE, '20,

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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

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WHEN A FELLER NEEDS A FRIEND When 1 you hear your dinner calling you, and Miss Hoff- man won't let you go until someone picks up that marble. When you throw an eraser across the room just as Mr. Coon enters the door. When you want to talk about the events of the night before and someone shooes you into the main room to study. When you are peacefully sleeping in class and your teacher calls on you to recite. ' When you go downstairs four steps at a time and are called back to do it in a more dignified manner. When your clock is twenty minutes behind the one at school, thereby causing you to be tardy. A When you., have spring fever and miss an afternoon at school and yourfolks won't write you an excuse. Whenyou slip on something andspread your length on the floor in front of the whole assembly. I When Miss Ritchie tells you that you can do without your gum and may deposit it in the waste basket. Whenyou have to get those geometry problems done before you go home and every time you think you are through, Mr. Coon says, There is an error in that some place. When you walk into the main room and you can't tell what they are laughing at until you discover the sign that some kindly person has pinned on your back. Then you don't believe in signs until you get a chance to make someone else the victim. 1- oLD FAVORITES, Raymond H.- I had chosen the topic Paul just reported on. Charles S.- Me? Did you mean me ? Magne S.- It seems to me that we are wandering from the subject. ' Edith K.- And then he said .... Gordon P.- That? Why I didn't see that in the lesson. I guess it wasn't important. Raymond L.- As to that, I really can't say. Laura P.-CSleepilyJ Did'you call on me ? Fred H.- That's all I know. Mr. C.- Explain that more fully, please. Ardith M.- I don't know much about it, but .... Mr. A.- I said, LET'S HAVE IT QUIET N OW. Miss R. fto Seniorsb- You are the silliest class I have. Paul H.- Naw, all you have to do is- Wayne C.- Oh, is that so ? Everyone- We want a gym.