Bronson High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Bronson, KS)

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FRESHMEN Folks say that we Freshmen are greeng 'Tis not true! We're the smartest that ever were seen. Our intellects ripe Are of so high a type They work like a well oiled machine. They tell us our heads are of boneg What a fib! 'Tis only the Seniors that moang We grasp each new thot, When to us it is brot So quickly vve're classed all alone. They say We are quite sure to fiunkg That's a joke! Such a stactement, of course, is pure bunk Our grades are so fine, We most certainly shineg 'Tis Junior and Soph grades that are punk. Folks say that we're badg-well, I'd smile! Holy Smokes! We've the Seniors beaten a mileg We're ,far better than othersg Why, even our mothers Will tell you vve're free from all guile. They say We don't even behaveg 'Tisn't so! Why, even if laid in the grave We couldn't be betterg We obey to the letterg To all rules We are each one a slave.

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FR ESHMEN Allen Leek, Arthur Moore, Merrill Donoho, Eugene Geyer, Ray Taylor, Ancel Perry, Russell Norton, Scott Smith, Clarence Martin. Paul Elliott, Imo Howell, Orpha Dizmang, Josephine Davis, Eleanor Bryan, Leota Wright, Mary Reynolds, Orris Ireland.

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We know we are bright, good and witty, That's the truth! Boys are handsome and girls are all pretty, Our virtues are many, We're so good, we're uncanny, That others don't know it's a pity. So three cheers for the Freshies, say I, Hip, hurrah! Our wings are well sprouted,-but, my! The good all die young, Their virtues unsungg We've no wish to yet tell you goodbye. Hence, teachers and schoolmates, take care, Oh, beware! We expect still to be on the square, But an early demise- That long trip to the skies,-- We'd avoid,--so again we bid. you beware.