Bolton High School - Bruin Yearbook (Alexandria, LA)

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C l' M T !' X 2!) Again, the crew of now only twenty-one, for many had been lost and some new ones had joined, gathered on deck one f ne morn- ing in September. The whistles blew and the bel's rang and the “Class of 1917” sailed off on her hard and tedious Sophomore journey. Who should they meet but the squares and cubes of Al- gol.in. but the red headed pilot Mr. Warren never once worried over the safety of his crew for he knew that they were capable of doing anything and could be easily led through Algebra and be ready to meet Oieomctry. The little boat was tossed about cruelly both by the deafning storm of Latin under Miss Selmlze, and French under Mr. Calloway. Led by Miss Shaw, they passed through Kn- glish; they were soon the pets of Miss Schulze as they recited learn- edly the mythical stories of Greece and Rome and how Rome grew. Talent had been developed in that little crew for had not many been received into the Glee Club and did they not produce great debaters, declaimers and even athletes? At last tin Junior shore was sighted and with joyful hearts they disembarked till summoned again. On September twenty-first Nineteen hundred fifteen the steady crew once more assembled to begin as Juniors, llow might' and big thev felt as they looked back on the days when the had been trembling Freshmen and were just starting on their long vojage. How long ago that seemed. Kven when Sophomores, they had not always been sure of themselves but, now, why! they were almost Seniors. And how proud they were of Holton High building, the pride of those to whom it belonged and the envy of those who did not possess it, with its brand new staff of teachers, excepting Mr. Brame. Mr. Galloway. Mr. Snodgrass, Miss Clemens and Miss Shaw, for no one could get a'ong without these, llow they feared the right angles, parallelograms and such in Geometry, but were to] not to fear by the 1 aimed Mr. Smith! How Caesar and French piloted by Miss Irene Miller and Mr. Galloway held terrors for them, llow they were led thru English, first by Mr. Dutton and then Mi- Elmore! llow Miss Reek held them spell-bound by her lectures on Modern and Medieval History at “night” as they sat on deck! How they experimented in Physics aided bv Mr. Snodgrass! All these things made the really long voyage short and. at lftst. the success- ful ones, on deck one day saw land; and as they put their feet on the ground became happy Seniors. Jewel Morrow Kathleen Roberts

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C I' M T IJ X 31 (Class of iFrliruarii. 1018 President Thelma Gilham Vice-President Kffie Lee McAdams Treasurer Evelyn Murphy CLASS ROLL Beau, Zim Lawrence, Willie Price, John (‘apian, Ahe Murphy, Evelyn Wilson, Lee Gi ham, Thelma McAdams, Effie Lee Wilson, Lucille Harper, Horace Powell, Joyce Wilson, Jennie Ififitnrij of (Class of Jfrliruarif. 1018 ’Tis nigh three years, O reader, since we glided away from the dear old grammar school. A brilliant bunch we were—fourteen in number, and our hearts beat with mingled hope and fear as we ent- ered our new career—High School graduation glory !av before us in all its mystery and grandeur. Then as we entered the old High School on Seventh Street, clouds began to gather, black and lowering. Then the storm burst and we in it 's midst. The new faculty in all it s power stood before us as hungry wolves thirsting for our blood, gnashing their teeth at us and roaring lessons that made us quiver, so that there seemed to be no hope for our little class. But there was sti'l left one little spark of glory, if it had not been for this, we might have perished on the spot. We thought when we escaped the hands of the Grammar Grades we were safe, but we fell into mightier hands when we entered High school science. Thus when we came upon Mt. Math, and a faint essence of science began to tickle our smellers, and when Latin began to ring in our ears, and worst of all when our Eng’ish began to go back on us. our little class began to diminish. So the rest of of us put our shoulders to the wheel and determined to win at least the first year. At last, our first year was ended and we started the second, to find some of that dreaded faculty missing. However, we per- ceived new ones filling their places, who looked to us more fierce than the old ones—but they were not as dreadful as we imagined, and so. since our little e'ass had received some new members, we started anew. But as the months rolled on we grew smaller, until there were only a few left. At the end of the term our star mem- ber. as he deserved to be ca'led,—John C. Marsh, dropped out to study for the priesthood.