Bristol High School - Hilltopper Yearbook (Bristol, IN)

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l P I U OUR AMBITIONS ln years to come, some time ahead We will be famous when others are dead. Whether girl or boy 'tis hard to say Whichwill lead the glorious way To higher standards and living too, But good things all we will do. Famous lawyers some are sure to be Who will work and strive for humanity, And live and love their work so well That the test of time will never tell. Nurses are good and wholesome and true, Kind and thoughtful in whatever they do: We know a girl who will study to be One of these angels of mercy. One may teach the others to be Good and clean and have morality: He will devote his time to this worthy cause And not for an instant will he pause. There is the girl who will be a star Known for beauty near and far, To those much pleasure she will give Who like the romantic life to live. A boy in the class will be famous some day Known as a surgeon and in this way The world will look to him and say, To have men like you it does pay. Another who is interested in the air, Will take his plane and win the dare That men have proposed to those that fly From earth to heaven and in the sky. Let us not forget the ones in the home Who do much more than those that roam, Who lead a life that's filled with pride Always having friendliness by their side. But whatever those persons will ever do They are of Bristol High School, Class of '32 Dorothy Phoebus 1173

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I I 4 . CLASS GRUMBLE As I was riding along in my limousine, on Road 20 near South Bend, I passed a boy who wore a black sweater with a big orange B on the front of it. I told my chauffeur to stop because I thought the pedestrian was a boy from my old home town, where I received my education. As the boy approached the car, I asked him where he was going: he told me that he was going to Bristol. I said, That is the very reason I stopped because I thought you were from my old home town, Bristol. I kindly shared the back seat of my car with the Bristol boy. The boy told me his name was lack Swain. He had worked for his board, so he could go to Bristol High School. He had not saved enough money to finish his last year in high school and was now out in search of work. After he had told me all the particulars of his life, I told him to tell me about the Bristol School. Well, Madam, there is not much to tell. Tell me everything you know about it, lack, because that is where I got my start. He looked at me and then said, If you received your start there, Madam. I sure am going to finish there. Well, Madam, the school is in a very poor condition now. The roof leaks, and the old building looks as if it never had been painted. Everyone walks on the grass, so there isn't any lawn. The steps of the building are old and worn out. If you were to step inside the building you would Hnd that the rooms are overcrowded and dark. The seats and furnishings look as if they never had been dusted. There is so much dust on the lights that if they are turned on you cannot see any better. At any time of day you can see pupils walking through the halls. If you were to look inside the principal's office you would see everything topsy turvy. There are twelve typewriters which are in very poor condition: the ribbons are never changed on them only when they won't write any longer. The teachers are all getting old and gray. When you are in the assembly, it is impossible to study, because everyone else makes so much noise. At the change of classes there is a fire siren for a bell. The teachers and the principal do not have any form of management about them. There are always conflicts in your classes. You go to one class and you should be at a couple other classes at the same time. By this time we were in the city limits of Bristol. I began to recognize some of the old places of Bristol. lack then called my attention to the Bristol Schodl. To my surprise it was just as the boy described it. I asked the boy if he would like to go to my home and I would help him through high school. He gladly consented to my proposition. Our car was going about sixty miles an hour around the curve on the road to Mottville when we were bumped by another car. I was thrown from the car and landed on the floor in my room. I then thought of my dream and knew I would feel better if I would forget the dream and view the facts as they really are. Bristol High School is one of the best in Indiana. The building is in good con- dition. The teachers and principal are young, jovial, neat, full of pep, and capable of handling the affairs of the school. You can study while in the assembly. The bells, lights, and typewriters are the best to be found. On the whole I think you could travel the whole universe and not find any school better than the Bristol High School. Myrtle Scamehorn. U65

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,mg I I I , JUNIOR CLASS Front Row, left to right4Betty Weiffenbach, Corabelle Kruse, Rachael Nelson. S h Edward Phillips Kirby Hamilton Irene Frame, Evelyn Menges, Donna came orn, , , Hazel Zeigler, Edna Schieber, Elizabeth Onkes. Second Row-Lyola Schrock, Rich- ' ' ' ' T Fl e ard Scamehorn, Ruth Osborne, William Haas, Shirley Iackson, Iulian rager, orenc E terline, Ivan Simpson, Dorothy Teal, Herbert Oesch, Miss Lett. Top Row-Ioseph s Burden, Hugh Iohnson, Bruce Sassaman, Philip Boyer, Charles Stuart, Louis Cong- ' b W'lliam Bardo. don, Marshall Leer, Dwight Gar er, 1 O -,. ILINIOR CLASS HISTORY lt was in the year of '29 When we as Freshmen toed the line. We all were rather timid, although we showed little fear, For we chose Capt. Carver to lead us that year. One night in late October we were taken for a ride A few of us knew what it all was about though we dared not go and hide, We all were rather timid through-out the remaining year So in April they gave us a vacation to relieve us of our fear. We all felt very happy when we started in again For this time we were up another notch and on a different line. Phillips was our Captain for we lost the one before But things went just as smoothly for we were learning more and more. Before we hardly knew it the year was over again So we all went on a vacation until it was time to come back again. This time in the year of '31 We find our studies and work well done So we now embark on a higher sea The graduating class of '33. -Ivan Simpson. C185