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.

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0112155 1-Iiztnrg In the fall of 1909, we entered the Boone High School, a barbaric tribe, known as the Freshmen The upper classmen took great sport in getting us initiated into this great institution of learning. They thought it great fun to put the boys over the cannon or immerse them in the fountain for a delightful bath on those hot September days. They also boosted some of the un- fortunate ones to the mail box and made them sing sweet melo- dies for their entertainment. On this memorable morning on which we entered this great school, we wandered about the halls, not knowing where to go, but Miss Rolston, who always takes care of the poor little Fresh- men, came to our rescue and within a short time we were com- fortably seated in Room Vlll. But this feeling of relief lasted only a short time, for we were told to go to the assembly to study. And oh! the terrors of that assembly room! As we passed through the wide threshold into the spacious apartment, the eye of every senior was upon us, and how we trembled beneath their fierce taunting look. We were quite confused at first as to where we should sit, but Mr. Marshall, our good principal, found seats for us and again we breathed a sigh of relief. But to End Room VII was another great difficulty to be surmounted. We marched down from the assembly room and at the foot of the stairs we met Miss Warner, and we sought her advice as to the way we should go. Much to our dismay, she led us into Room V, where the big Juniors sat and for a short time we were subject to their ridicule. We departed as hastily as we could, however, and in the hall we met the faithful janitor who conducted us down another flight of stairs, into what seemed the underworld, Room VI I, where the teacher had been patiently waiting for us. Luck- ily for us, there were no more mishaps on that first day. On the next day we felt more at ease and imbibed some knowledge of the school. As the days passed, we grew accustomed to our 11ew life and soon were enjoying ourselves as much as the other classmen. The next year we were a little more civilized, and were known as the Sophomores. We, too, enjoyed the hazing of the Fresh- men, as much as the Juniors and Seniors. ln that year, there was a debate with Ames and we were proud of two of our class who were on the team. During the fall of this year, we had a merry time at a reception for the football boys of Lake City, During the course of the evening a farce, HA Box of Monkeys, was given and it was a decided success. This reception was greatly appreciated by the Lake City boys in whose honor it was given. At the close 0 the year, Mr. Marshall. who had been our beloved teacher and adviser for two years, left us for other fields of work. We were much grieved at his departure, for we felt that his fatherly influence and devotion to us had been very tender indeed over the first years of our high school career. When we came back to school in the fall of 1911, we welcomed into our midst a new principal, Mr. C. D. Donaldson, who will take care of us now until we depart from this High School life. We had reason to be proud when we were jolly Juniors for we were well represented in both athletics and debate. Some of the strongest players in the field were Juniors and helped win many