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

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 BERNETIAN 1 Junior Class Poem We, the ]unior Class of '25 A re glad to have gone this way. On the road that leads us into life. Hoping to reach our goal some day. We are proud to be part of an assembly Who are laying their future life's plans And we follow as the faculty leads us For surely our success lies in their hands. To our dear faculty we're thankful For their helpful and guiding hand For we plainly see it’s leading us To a better and more prosperous land. Since the time we enrolled at Fertile Hi We have been, as a body, one; A nd always at the end of each term We find that, the hard struggle, we’ve won. 7 here has been many obstacles in our path. But all have been mastered with a will; And to gain our position at the top. We are steadily climbing the hill. Though our work is note partially completed We expect to keep striving to gain I he place in the world, which waits for us. 1 hen we’ll realise our work is not vain. When you've learned that we've done our best To gain the reward God's giving, We hope you'll agree with us and say I hat life is really worth living. —F.. M. Page Twenty-six

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 BERNETIANf How Came These Sophs? One Year Ago Twenty-nine little Freshies, wondering of their fate, One was flunked—there were twenty-eight. Twenty-eight little Freshies looking up to heaven, One stubbed his toe—there were twenty-seven. Twenty-seven little Freshies in an awful tlx. Death claimed one—there were twenty-six. Twenty-six little Freshies, earnestly did strive, One couldn’t mike it—there were twenty-five. Twenty-five little Freshies. wise as of yore; One lost her heart—there were twenty-four. Twenty-four little Freshies, cute as they could be. One so cute she left us—there were twenty-three. Twenty-three Freshmen, with all they could do. One couldn’t make it—there were twenty-two. Twenty-two Freshmen, basking in the sun, One became freckled—there were twenty-one. Twenty-one Freshmen look like a plenty. One left town—then there were twenty. Twenty noble Freshmen, all very fine. One went to work—then it’s ten and nine. Of these Freshies there were nineteen, John was always dreaming—then only eighteen. Eighteen Freshmen still they survived. One tried to preach—leaving twelve and five. Five and twelve Freshmen—pretty I ween, Each one professed to be sixteen. Sixteen Freshmen, good and straight and clean. Then Vernon left us—trying to capture a queen. Fifteen Freshmen looking very green, Donald is a merchant—leaving fourteen. Fourteen Freshmen ’tis plain to be seen, One dropped out—leaving unlucky thirteen. Thirteen Freshmen left on the shelf, Leota grew wise—leaving only twelve. Now for the remainder of the class! We maintain that this Sophomore Class is the smartest, brightest and prettiest individually and collectively that the school has ever known. Hershel and Israel are our “Mutt and Jeff” and they play the part to perfection. As usual Israel, as Jeff, is patient and long suffering, but is always victorious. Ellis has the clearest conscience of any member of the class, as he can sleep peace- ably through every class recitation. Earl Riley is the Harold Lloyd of our class; i. e. he is “girl shy”—mamma’s bashful boy. Chester aspires to succeed Charlie Chaplin on the screen. He is always doing something he deems funny and sometimes the class thinks so too. M. A. is the Jack Dempsey of the class, always looking for a scrap. Howard is the Euclid of the class. He can solve anything in mathematical science, and like Goldsmith’s “Village Teacher,” “E’en though wrong he can still demonstrate,” for only a few days ago he proved that parallel lines meet. Maurine is the baby of the class and everyone sees to it that her bottle is kept warm and her rattle handy. Bonnie is the would-be beauty of the class and keeps her hair in curl and her heart in readiness. Goldie is the midget of the class; but she insists that the old adage is correct: “The choicest goods are wrapped in the smallest packages.” As a modern flapper. Martha makes Coleen Moore look like a wilted rose after a ball. Ruth is a bright student and a preacher’s daughter; but not so good. She is a great story teller, both in literature and daily life. R. L. = EJI Page Twenty-eight