Browns Valley High School - Thunderbird Yearbook (Browns Valley, MN)

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THE SENIOR BANNER On a bright moonlight night, soon after the beginning of the school term, the inhabitants of the city were awakened by the ringing of a 1h 11 —supposedly, the tire alarm. But, upon going out of doors, they found that it was nothing but the clatter of the school-house bell and, turning their eyes in that direction, they beheld some- thing, in the form of a banner, floating calmly from the Hag pole. Soon after tin sound had died away, three young men rushed by the Prin- cipal's residence, but they were suddenly halted by a tall, graceful figure coming out of the front door. They “bolted” in another direction, and were soon lost to view. The next morning, a large, orange and black pennant met the eager gaze of the pupils, as they wended their way to school. All through that day, the high school pupils allowed their eyes to wander, with a peculiar twinkle, in the direction of those three Senior boys, who were always guilty of any disorders about the building. The banner was up! But would it stay? The Juniors had held a secret meeting and were evi- dently planning something desperate. Seven o’clock, in the evening, saw those same three boys enter a door in the building, especial- ly prepared for the purpose, to carry out their plans of defense. A few young ladies of the class were admitted just before the siege began. The Juniors appeared with a force of about fifteen boys and commenced to storm t he “fort.” Not being able to bold the “works” against the besiegers, the occupants retired to the l elfry, taking the ladder with them. The enemy entered and tried, as best they could, to open the trap- door that would give them full access to the banner; but all in vain, for seven persons were standing upon it.

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THE OFFICERS ELECTED THIS YEAR ARE: Zetetic. Pres.—Lilah Train. Vice-Pres.—(leorge McLane. Sec.—Ora McLane. Critic—Mr. Yeager. Alimia Beta Phi. Pres.—Blois Barrett. Vice-Pres.—Selma Belifeld. Sec.—Howard Thomas. Critic—Miss Kelsey.

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The Board of Education was in session that night and expected to visit the school house at nine o’clock, to inspect the new steam heating plant. The time soon arrived for their coming. The Senior boys and girls were frightened, but they dared not come down, for the Juniors had the hose attached, preparatory to giving them a good soaking, should they attempt to escape. After breaking one window, and two plants, tearing the handles off of two doors and flooding the hall floor, the besiegers became discouraged and departed. The Seniors descended, repaired the damaged places as best they could and watched for the coming of the Board until about 12:30. They then closed the building and went down on Third Street, near the Fire Hall, where they found a threshing engine with twenty pounds of steam on. The temptation proved too much for the boys, they tied down the whistle and raised a most unearthly noise. The meeting of the School Board, still in session about a block away, broke up suddenly and the members ran to the scone of the noise, followed by residents from all parts of the town. After some work, the marshal suc- ceeded in cutting the wire that held the whistle, and all retired peaceably to their homes, to l e greeted, the next morning, by the same banner, proudly floating upon the gentle breeze. This was the last day of the week and school was not in session. In the afternoon, the janitor, think- ing that he might quell the disturbance, removed the pennant and hid it. That evening, the same boys took the cloth that remained from making the first one, and prepared another banner, almost as good as the first. They were walking leisurely toward the school building with it, discussing plans for its defense, when a form, looking much like that of I he Superintendent, emerged from the side door. The boys stopped, looked and listened until the stalwart form moved toward them. Then, they retreated slowly. The words: “Boys, what are you doing here?” came from the figure near the building. There was no answer. “I want you to strictly understand that there shall be no more rowdyism around this building. You boys had best go home at once,” fell like a