Boone High School - Scroll Yearbook (Boone, IA)

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Once upon a time there were little twin sisters born. The father and mother were not poor, neither were they rich. The family was just a common one and the babies just ordinary babies such as are seen every day. But the babies were not alike even though they were both given old-fashioned names and were twins. Mary and Jane were altogether different. The first thing that Jane did on arriving in this world was to set up a great howl, bringing consternation to the whole family. Mary on the other hand greeted her new existence with a smile. Baby- hood actions seldom are an indication of future character but in this case the development of the babies physically and mentally only seemed to increase the ill-nature of one and the graciousness of the other. Several years passed and the children were old enough to go to school. Jane cried and sulked for a whole day, her father at last being compelled to carry her there forcibly, but Mary went willingly and immediately made friends with her companions and her studies. Jane failed to agree with anything except a few other children who also disliked school. Misery likes company so there was soon a little bunch of girls and boys who stuck to- gether and opposed everything that didn 't just suit them. Things went on in much the same way for several years-the children were in the seventh grade of the public school. Both children had changed much. They had grown both in size and wisdom. Mary had changed little in temperament, Jane had either changed or had become able to conceal her thoughts. Which was it? They passed into the eighth grade and then into high school. Many of Jane's bunch dropped out, leaving a discouraged feeling among the remainder. They had never cultivated the friendship of their fellow schoolmates outside their own bunch, they were very lonely, and disgusted with school life. They began to neglect their studies and to spend much of their time on the street when they met their old companions who told them what a glorious thing it was to be free and to earn money for themselves. About the middle of the spring semester of their Freshman year, Jane and all her companions left school for good, only those remaining who were forced to do so. They went to work, they earned their own money and were their own bosses, a thing which to their minds was most desirable. Three years more and Mary is graduating with her class. It is a class made up of individuals but united through the long companionship and work together. Commencement comes, Jane goes to see Mary graduate, and not until then does she realize her mistake, but she says to herself, 'L1t's too late now, and continues in the same old way, while Mary and her classmates go on to greater and better things. This story of Mary and Jane is typical of the life of children in every community. Jane was wrong when she said it was too late, it is never too late to do what is best. Every year is the recurrence of this tragedy at commencement, a tragedy which might be prevented. We, the class of Thirteen, having successfully played the part of Mary for twelve years, having Hfinished the course, and having done commendable work, extend to all who may chance to read herein the heartiest of greetings.