Bryant Junior High School - Junior Life Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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JUNE. 1926 5 the sprays of water fall upon it. About a quarter of a mile above it a new red bridge has been built, yet in my mind it will never replace that picturesque old bridge that 1 loved so well. Although the town is very pretty, spreading over the base of the mountains down to the edge of the bay. if I had my choice I should always pick my grandmother s home to live in. for to me it holds many things I could not find in town. If one should tire of these beautiful surroundings, although that seems impossible to me, there are many ways to amuse oneself. T he largest part of the upstairs is devoted to a billiard room, from which one gets a splendid view across the lake Fishing, hiking, swimming, camping, boating, and tennis in the summer and hunting, skating, skiing, tobogganing, and sleighing in the winter fill ore's days so completely with fun and happiness, that the very thought of leaving this beautiful fairyland fills o e with dismay. Marian Harris. t MY SCARLET FEVER CASE Everything was goin on in the usual way. The sun shone as bright as o;i any other day. But this wasn't true round our p!a;c. 'Cus I had a bad scarlet fever case. My body and head were terrible hot. And I was covered with little red spots: Everybody had a smile upon his face. Cept me. I had a bad scarlet fever case. I was as pale, and white as could be. Why they call it scarlet is more than I can see: I shook and trembled when the doctor showed his face. ’Cus I had a bad scarlet fever case. I always got everything I asked for. I must have been an awful bore: Everybody gave me plenty of space. Cus I had a bad scarlet ever case. I lay in bed six weeks or more. Just 'cus I'd something I didn't ask for, 'Twasn't much fun for me to face. ’Cus I had a bad scarlet fever case. Dorothy Michhalson. 306. THE PAPER SALE (After studying The Odyssey') Early rosy fingered dawn lifting from the earth’s eyes the shroud of night disclosed a scene of bustling activity. Small and large bundles of papers, like the feathers of a sea gull before a steady wind, slowly wound their way to Bryant Junior High School. Figures, some heavily burdened, others with chariots of all description all moved forward with one accord, and with hearts bursting with Ioval devotion towards their school. The sudden parting or a string sent a bundle of papers spinning to the ground, while a down-hearted but loyal lad once more tied and made them fast.

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4 JUNIOR LIFE brimmed hat. The removal of the hat revealed an untidy mop of iron gray hair caught here and there with tiny red ribbon bows. A group of young university men strummed on ukeleles and played mouth-organs as a lullaby to two wide-eyed babies who seemed to be enjoying their discordant tunes immensely. To most of the grown ups the gay boys were quite a nuisance and now and then I would hear someone groan and beg for relief. At dawn I awoke only to find the remainder of the passengers fast asleep. I viewed the sleeping figures with suppressed laughter for some, those who wore hats, were slouched in their seats with their dusty dilapidated hats set on at exceedingly grotesque angles. The babies were cuddled in soft blankets and were evidently sleeping soundly. Rows of feet hung limply over the arms of the chairs and dangled in the air. You may be sure that when they awoke I heard more than one complaint of feet that had gone to sleep. Bundles of coats and such articles served as pillows on that memorable night and as a result there was a succession of exclamations such as. “Oh. my neck!” or “Why, look! I can’t twist my neck any further than this!” The people, on the whole, were a wan and weary appearing lot by the time their destinations were reached. Mary Spooner. AT MY GRANDMOTHER'S It is three years since I have visited my grandmother s home in the Rocky Mountains of British Columbia, yet I can see it just as clearly now as though it had been but yesterday. The grandeur and beauty of those mountains has always cast a spell upon me. and I would not lor the world give up my memory of them. Her home is situated on a high knoll overlooking Kootenay Lake, a broadening of the Kootenay River. Seen from the back door the mountains loom up dark and stern with their summits far above us looking unattainable, while from the front door they are seen far across the lake, the sight of their snowy peaks making one shiver on a hot summer day. From their bases to their glaciers they are covered with fragrant green pines, not the kind seen in the city at Christmas time, but towering sentinels, whose gigantic size is but in proportion to their surroundings. As far as the eye can reach they stretch in a seemingly endless chain making one feel small and insignificant in comparison with the wonders of nature. At the foot of the hill lies a tiny lake, set like a jewel among these rough surroundings, and truly living up to its name. Mirror Lake, for on its surface delicate, hovering butterflies, and soft billowy clouds are so perfectly reflected that one is doubtful which is the reflection and which is the reality. Because of the extreme cold of some of the winters, wild flowers do not grow abundantly, but many species of beautiful birds make their home here in the spring and summer. It is three miles to the nearest town, but in the early spring this is a most delightful and educational walk. The road winds in and out among the mountains. and as you round each curve a new. and it seems, even prettier picture meets your eye. One moment you are fascinated by the beautiful plumage of some bird; the next you are exclaiming over the playful antics of a squirrel or chipmunk, or delighted by the picture of an old moss-covered slump, which looks as if it might have stood in that same place for hundreds of years. But before the end of the journey is quite completed, one crosses the most picturesque bridge I have ever seen. It spans a rushing torrent held in on either side by s o e walls overgrown with cool green moss, glistening in the sun as

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6 JUNIOR Lil t Approaching was a manly lad. who. noticing his comrade in dire straits, called forth, speaking thus. “Friend. I find thee deeply emburdened. Would not the help oi a comrade be welcome?” Out of the arms of his fellow brethren was lifted a bundle, far surpassing the others in size and weight. With eyes full of thanks and his sorrowing heart unburdened, the small boy trudged quietly along rejoicing to feel once more the tingling of bfood in his veins. At the end of their journey, he turned to thank his comrade. His friends replied saying. “Friend, it is not for yourself, but for your school that you give so freely of all your stores, and as your friend and comrade. 1 feel it my duty also to help.’ Arthur Carr. JIMMIE DECIDES By Marian Cinclair Oh. what is so great as a pirate to be. Always a’roamin' on the high sea Where there ain’t no school any day. For pirates always have their own way. Where there ain’t nobody to say. Wash your hands” Where you don't have to put on clean collar bands. Where there ain't no one to say. “James, watch your ain'ts.” Oh. this world is full of dreadful complaints! But I’ve heard pirates have their troubles too. There are many hardships they have to go through. They have to work hard both day and night, And bloody battles they do have to fight. They have to do dishes and scrub off the deck, And lots of times get killed in a wreck Well, come to think of it I'd rather stay At home and sleep comfortably than any old way.