Bronson High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Bronson, KS)

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1920- Mary Brown Mrs. Fred Nutter Viva Cooper Belle Davis Mrs. Fred Pierce College Student Margaret Hoffman Teacher May Morris Mrs. John Tinsley Opal Oharah Mrs. Irving Atkisson Elsie Oharah Mrs. Ross Lamb Wilma Stradley Teacher Bessie Watson Tom Cooper Mrs. Park Colwell College Student Elma McGuire ' Mrs. Camp Fleeta West f Mrs. Frank Decker 1921- Jennie Colwell Teacher Ulverton West College Student 1922- Joe Moore Laborer Mildred Brannen Teacher Oscar Dizmang Stockman and Clerk Fern Goodno Teacher Esther Dizmang At Home Ava Brown College Student Gladys Lamb At Home Richard Mildren Warehouse Clerk Gail West Teacher Wayne McCoy Clerk Clair Hall College Student Bertrum. Stevenson Truck Driver Uniontown, Ks Bronson, Ks Topeka, Ks Bronson, Kans Uniontown, Ks Mapleton, Ks Bronson, Ks Petersburg, Ks Bronson, Ks Kansas City Ks Bronson, Ks Mildred, Ks. Bronson, Ks Ottawa, Ks Bronson, Ks Bronson, Ks Bronson, Ks Bronson, Ks Bronson, Ks Pittsburg, Ks Bronson, Ks Coffeyville, Ks Bronson, Ks Bronson, Ks Springfield, Mo Bronson, Ks N. F. B

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Smiling US Smiling is very contagio Because it's been tried th 3 ru an thr u. If you smile to a person in greeting He will: smile back at you. No matter how blue you are feelin As you pass along your road. Smile if you meet a perso It is easy enough to be Wh-enlife goes along like I1 And it will seem to lighten your pleasant. a song. But the person worth while Is the one who will smile, gy load. When every thing goes dead wrong. LC-. School Tell us not in mournful voices School is but a horror thr ll. For the student that won't study Will not follow with his c School is real, school is To .get by is not the goal. But instead of skimming He must know it by the -o- The Idiots There are three idiots in Whom I know will never FEW. e8fI'IleSIZ o'er it whole. PBSS O. H. M. C. the class w But they don't uorry 'cause they And if their lessons they They sit around and laug But after while the day When all this wonit be su -o- For they are of the type h , The Flappcr The Happen, fiaps From morn 'till night. She makes this gloomy, World look bright, She bobs her hair And rouges her cheek And' very seldcm Stops to sleep. She doesnt have To plow the cprn, Or milk the cows, Or clean the barn, For she is city Bred you see, And never lived In the countriee. can't get, at it. will come ch fun. that' don' 45 nt, 1.. C. B. W1 V. D., The 01d Grey-Backed Grammar fAf't'ectionately dedicated to Mr, Donald ' P, Russell, Esq.j How dear to my heart is this old grey-back- ed grammar, When each afternoon I must bring it to view! The nouns and the pronouns, the verbs and th-e adverbs, And other absurdities I never knew! This one and that one-Oh, how .can 1 learn them? The indirect object-yes, that's where I fell! Modes active and passive, I cannot 'discern them, And even Miss Cosby won't say, It is well. . K This old' grey-backed grammar, ,this old sway backed-grammar, ' ' The dreadfulness of it, Oh, no tongue can tell! ' Hcw svleet, after quizzes, my grade, to receive it, 2 ' Q And just before looking smile my last smile, in . For welll do I know it' will tempt me to leave it, f P But I must endure it e'en-yet 'for a while. Then soon, with the sight of my tears overflowing, - The sad, touching story you know very well. ' But, I may surprise you, -perhaps tantal- ize you f As Vycur tutor in grammar-Hyou never can tell! Q e - D. E. M. 1-O-1 Grammar Folks, I .found myself In one awfuli -zituationw The kind that needs No explanation, For this is the long and short of it, And it's my simple duty to admit, That it's just beyond my means To compose poetry, it seems, 'Cause I wa.sn't meant to be a ,poet, And most of you already know it. E. Z. L. 1