Bernie High School - Cotton Boll Yearbook (Bernie, MO)

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 BERNETIAN Senior Class Will We, the Senior Class of ’25, while time and opportunity is ours, and lest death overtake us without the necessary documents providing for the proper disposal of our best, and most coveted school property, do hereby make our last will and testament: To the people of this district we leave the sole right to finance the next annual. To the Hoard of Education we leave the right to send their children to Dexter High School. To the janitor we leave, at last, the door keys. Tq Miss Baskin we bequeath the swimming pool in the new High School building to be used as her private bath tub. We direct that the sum of 51.13 be set aside for Dennis Walker, for the purpose of purchasing one jar of ‘‘Stay Comb” and one jar of Massage Cream, which we notice he has badly lacked during this term. We devise that the Junior Class be appointed executors of our estate; but require that they be placed under a bond of 59,999, owing to the fact that there are several male members in the class whose characters are questionable To Mr. Vick we solemnly bequeath our “shiekv ways” anl “sissy ideas.” Furthermore: I, Mary Machen. will my ability to read fast to Ruby Tuttle; also my peculiar laughter and wit to the rest of the Junior Class, as there is plenty for all shared equally; and. last, my ability to bluff the teachers, to Gladys Brock. I, William Harmon, will my winning ways and motto, “Silence is Bliss,” to Inez Barney; my most cherished and affectionate friend, Evadna Dickerson, to Mavres Jones; and all my dignity td Landen Brown, not that he needs it now, but might as a Senior. I, Yewell Lawrence, leave my ability to make E’s to Faye Hopkins, believing she might appreciate it; to Norma Black I leave my babish ideals and childish ways; and to Evadna Dickerson I will my high forehead, which denotes brains. I, Clarence Perkins, do abdicate in favor of Joe Nickols, my throne of honor, as being the most alert and active of students in Algebra Class; to Clarence Riley I will my right to take the Junior girls car-riding at any time; and to Floy Nichols I leave all my Whiz Bangs and other ten-cent novels, that gave me the inspiration to become a great poet. I, Anson Barney, bequeath to Mavres Jones my perfect aim at the goal, especially when shooting long shots; to Inez Barney 1 leave the writing of the class poem for the Class of ’26. wishing to keep the honor in the family; and to Joe Nichols 1 will all my earthly possessions, consisting of a pair of dice, a plug of Brown Mule chewing tobacco, and a jackknife. In testimony, whereof, we, the Senior Class, do set our hand and seal this first day of May, nineteen hundred and twenty-five. Signed: The Senior Class .=© Page Sixteen

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 BERNETIAN Flora Walls “Billy “Please do??” Phil. Literary Society William Harmon “Bill “How do I know?” Phil. Literary Society. Dramatic Club Annual Staff Basketball Yi£well Lawrence “Judge “ That proves nothing. Phil. Literary Society- Dramatic Club Page Fifteen

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 BERNETIAN Senior Class Prophecy A REVERIE To-night I have been sitting alone by the fireside dreaming of days long ago. Twenty years ago to-night, 1 with others — all that were left of our promising class of Freshmen — marched down the aisle of the Baptist Church at Bernie. It was the night of Commencement exercises. That night so long ago we were very proud and happy as we stood and received our diplomas and were congratulated by our many friends. We thought then that we had reached the goal, and that life was just a rosy dream. But, ah! how little we knew of the real trials of life that were awaiting us. If you have patience to listen I will tell you what has befallen each one of us as we have traveled past twenty more milestones since that beautiful night, when we achieved our first triumph. As for myself, I have not much to tell. My life has been a series of disappointments and heartaches. I have accomplished no great deed that will cause my name to lx- remembered in later years. I had no desire for fame. My only ambition was--. My classmates have each accomplished something noteworthy. Yewell Lawrence, who was “shiek of the whole High School remained a bachelor. His only love affair took place during our High School days. It would be unjust to mention the girl's name, for she was innocent. I suppose she was too young to realize that he really loved her. She went away to college and married another man, and Yewell was left alone. But he soon settled down and in a short period of ten years was nationally known as a prominent lawyer. Once 1 visited New York on election day and Yewell had been elected governor of that state. As lie passed along the street, throwing SI0.00 bills to the people who were shouting his name, he saw me and said, “Hello Sa- mantha.” As I was returning from New York, the train was wrecked and I was seriously injured. 1 was rushed to a large hospital in St. Louis, and three days later, when 1 recovered consciousness I recognized William Harmon, the leading physician of that place. 1 was sure glad to see an old friend in that lonesome place and the nurse in charge told me that I owed my life to him. That made twice lie had saved my life for I would certainly have been killed if he had not helped me on that cold winter day long ago when we were taking calisthenics and I fell on the slippery side walk. William is living his life for others and each day he brings happiness to someone. Such a life shall not be lived in vain. @=1. Page Seventeen