Bolton High School - Bruin Yearbook (Alexandria, LA)

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20 C U M T U X Senior (£la»s ISistiirtt ‘Twas on one bright Monday in September just four years ago that about a hundred of us set out on a pilgrimage in quest of those long promised “sheep-skins.” For nine months we journeyed on each day meeting our enemies in the shape of Algebra and Botany. We thought our journey was difficult—but it was nothing when compared with that which was yet to come. Finally, in all our fun and folly, we realized that we were approaching our first rest- ing place—this was a little province called, “Freshmen’s County.” Tt was in the early Spring, with all the birds and flowers and dif ferent kinds of fruits. This sight made us hungry so we stayed there for three months. Once more, in the month of September, we started our journey again but this time as Sophomores. And oh! the trials and tribu- lations that we passed through! We were afraid of losing our lives at any moment, as we passed through the Greek ruins and Labyrinth of Crete. As we passed through Egypt, some of us nearly died of fear—for those huge Pyramids, and mummies stared at our band with ferocious countenance. On and on we went but still with fear for we were afraid of those ancient tombs and monuments, through which Miss Schulze led us, with untiring efforts, so as to introduce into our brain boxes some knowledge of the Greek and Roman world. But soon these times were ended and we stopped at a little village to get fresh supplies. After about three months, our supplies came and we resumed our journey, but this time as Juniors. We were warned that there were highway robbers in the shape of Science and Geometry and that we might at any time be killed by Ju’ius Caesar and his tenth legion. And these hardships came to pass. We had many battles with Caesar and it seemed as though we would lose in spite of the world but our brave Commander Galloway led us safely through. This journey was harder to some than to others for most of our little band rode horseback (ponies) while the rest of us had to march afoot. After nine months of toilsome travel, we came to a small town, where we rested for three months. It was last September that we started our journey again, but something had happened to us—we were entirely changed. Our band of over a hundred had been reduced to nearly fifty—and some- thing else, more important we were in a New province called ‘Bol- ton Hi.” Many of our merry band had dropped out either migrat- ing into the State of Matrimony or Loveland. We thought this

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C U M T U X 19 WEEKS, ELOISE Jeffersonian Literary Society. Eloise in her old age should certain- ly be Surrounded with comforts and with luxury.” WOLF, CLARA “PINKIE” Jeffersonian Literary Society. S. S. S. Club. Glee Club. State Rally Spelling, 1915-16. ‘‘No sweeter voice was ever heard in springtime from the cuckoo bird.” YOUNG, VIRGINIA Jeffersonian Literary Society. Critic Jeffersonian Literary Society, second term. 1915-16. “She is a scholar and a ripe and good one. Exceedingly wise, fair-spoken and persuading.” HOLLY, CLARA “DUTCHIE Jeffersonian Literary Society. ‘‘With too much quickness even to be taught With too much thinking to have com- mon thought.”

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C U M '1' U X 21 province would be the Land of Joy—but we had more enemies than ever for even the faculty had increased. We encountered our old enemy Latin—how tired we (rot listening to those Orations of Cicero against Catiline! But alas! those happy days have ended and here we are tonight upon this stage banked up with roses, with those long promised “sheep skins” almost within our reach. —Bertha Sea’e ‘lfi.