Bristol High School - Hilltopper Yearbook (Bristol, IN)

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,Aw ' v I v SENIOR CLASS GRUMBLE Realizing that it is much easier to criticize than to be correct, we ven- ture to confide in you our opinion as to the condition of Bristol High School. There will be no feeling of sorrow nor desire to weep when we depart from this dingy old school but a feeling of joy to be free. In the assembly studying is impossible for there is always a riot accom- panied by a bombardment of missiles. The desks are old and wobbly and rattle with the slightest jar. The clock and the bells are almost always ou the blink , and when they are in working condition they make more noise than a fog horn. XYhen the Parent-Teachers' Association tacked another warty addition to our school, we thought it was going to be an agricultural department, but imagine our dismay when we saw the name cut in the marble slab above the front entrance-Bristol Broken Bones' Hospital. Of course we knew it was a necessity, for nearly every day some child had fallen through the floor or had tripped and fallen on the rotten steps. Finally the steps were replaced by ladders but the floors were so greasy that the ladders used to slip and several children would have to have arms, legs, or necks set. The groans and cries we could hear used to waken our dear old professor when he was taking his customary afternoon nap. VVhenever a boy demonstrated dauntless courage by telling his teachers he was in the wrong. instead of being commended for being a brave boy he was told to report to the office. When making the excavation for the subway through busy Bristol, they dumped the debris in our front yard so high that it covered the windows on the first floor. It really didn't make much difference because the windows had always been too dirty to see out. VVhen the dirt was removed we found that it had graciously scoured our windows so that people passing by at night could see if the electric lights were on or not. There is no good in this school and our four years end in great despair. Also in after years we will regret the precious years spent in B. H. S., and our hearts will be filled with remorse, because we did not dare to demand that we be provided with better teachers and equipment, and that we might have a modern school building beside a quiet crystal river. -Strafford Halstead Page twenty-eight

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l I l I him a great deal of paing however, he was soon relieved when Mr. joseph Mauck, the light-weight boxer, kindly knocked him unconscious. Of course Miss Corson was very grateful for getting her handkerchief back and insisted that Dr. james Meiser do something for Mr. Dausman. Dr. Meiser did not have his implements of war with him, but through the prestige of Miss Pearl Frank, who is a large stock holder in the Chicago Rapid Transit Company, the required things were sent by Rocket express on receipt of Miss Frank's radiogram and were received within less than ten minutes after the accident. XVith the trained-nurse assistance of Miss Dor- othea Fcamehorn, Dr. Meiser soon had the sliver removed and Mr. Daus- man's hand neatly bandaged. Though Miss Dorothy Johnson and Miss Vera VVhite, who are also trained nurses, were present, Miss Scamehorn was the only one who would assist Dr. Meiser. Miss VVhite was on her yearly vacation and flatly refus- ed to help, while Miss Johnson would have nothing to do with it because Mr. Dausman in his frantic effort to get the handkerchief had stepped on her toe. After the operation Mr. Dausman was placed in a dark room as sug- gested by Miss Grace Mosier, the color scheme expert, who said that this would be more soothing to shocked nerves. Dr. Meiser next jerked Mr. Haas's nose back into place again. After giving Mr. Dausman about three minutes for his nerves to become quieted, the party went happily on until it broke up a short time after the milkman had made his round. Everyone, including Mr. Dausman, remarked about the enjoyable and exciting time they had had. -Clinton Lowell SENIOR CLASS WILL fContinued from page 253 Elsie Stewart wills her ability to argue to Lucille Fisher. Preston Scamehorn wills his heart to a cute little Junior. Bessie Leatherman wills her position as class poet to Lucille Miles. Strafford Halstead wills his brilliancy in physics class to XVilliam Cour- son. Doris Corson wills her deportment grades to Raymond Krise. Edward Johnson wills his ability to type to Kirby Hamilton. Page twenty-seven

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' P l I CLASS POEM DOROTHY JOHNSON Our fair and laughing Dorothy Is always full of fun, And if you look up records of old, You'll find her work well done. DOROTHEA SCAMEHORN Dot. S. is curly haired and laughing- You'd never call her shy, And when she isn't chaffing: She must be sick. that's why. ELSIE MILLER Elsie M. our curly headed 'fly about Her Physics she does doubt, But let her type or lead a yellg And watch a smile drive way the pout. PAUL DAUSMAN Paul our loyal back-guard, In him we have all faith. He ne'er makes a basket for any girlg He seems to know when he's safe. STRAFFORD HALSTEAD If we were all as bright as Strafford To play we could affordg Especially when ,Straf can prove to Porter He has more money than Henry Ford. DORIS CORSON She's neat, petite, and slow Wherever she does go, And if good looks counted in the race Doris would-go every place. fContinued on page SOD Page twenty-nine