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

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THE JUNIOR LIFE 29 had sung again for us wc hurried off to the irresistible fish and small animal department. On the way, however, we spied someone giving out handbills. Walking over to him we found that he was Kenneth Williams. He was distributing advertisements for a play, “The Cats and The Mouse.” Opposite the part of the mouse we saw the name of Robert Henrctta. Kenneth informed us that Robert was now an aspiring young actor and was expected to achieve by his acting great fame in the role of the unfortunate mouse. When we recalled his dramatic tendencies in the ninth grade, we were not surprised. In the vaudeville we were amused to see Philip Johnson, alias Mose Jackson, in a negro quartette. Denise Garberson and Phyllis Sundby were billed in a dance number, “Sweethearts of the South.” As it was getting late, we once more headed for the fish department, but when we arrived we found the traffic blocked by two persons who, entirely oblivious to the threatening crowd around them, were acclaiming in shrill voices the merits of the various specimens. Upon closer inspection we found them to be Jean Ohlin and Lyla Berg. Pushing our way through the crowd we greeted them and pulled them out of the way. Continuing we discovered a large and very queer fish which we were about to purchase when to our chagrin we found that it was Bob Hinck looking into the bowl from the other side. By this time wc were very tired as we headed home, but on the way out we felt a light tap on the shoulder. We turned simultaneously but saw—nothing. We were about to go on when the tap was repeated and once more we went through the examining process. The third time we happened to look down and there stood Melvin Johnson. He told us that he was now the chief attraction at a flea circus nearby and invited us to visit it some day. The sun was setting as we walked slowly homeward, tired it is true, but happy nevertheless. • • Some Years Hence Oh, what has become of the slick haired sheiks, The sheiks of our Bryant days? They have traveled far, they have traveled fast, They have traveled devious ways— Now Eddie was dashing—his girl friends’ pride And a blond and a half was he; The best dressed boy in the school, they said, (Though he didn’t appeal to me.) But stooped are his shoulders and bowed with care And Eddie is deaf and dumb. For he has a wife just seven feet high And she keeps him under her thumb. Now M..........., he was dark, and M.........., he was tall,

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28 THE JUNIOR LIFE Ten Years After Ten years had passed since our departure from Minneapolis, and now we were hack once more wishing to look up old acquaintances. Our first act was to go down town. Naturally we found the business district greatly changed, but our greatest surprise was to find, instead of the familiar Woolworth store, a ten story building upon whose front huge green letters announced to the world that this was “DuLac’s Dc Luxe Five and Ten Cent Store.” Entering the door the first person we saw was an agent in a spotless green uniform handing out with one hand sample packages of salted peanuts and devouring them with the other. Yes, it was John Randolph. As we talked with him a tiny blond, enveloped in a huge false mustache, tripped up. Upon seeing us, however, she became so startled that her disguise fell off. If it wasn't Betty Hanson coming up for her fourth helping of peanuts! Nearby we noticed someone looking familiar but rather wild. She had lipstick on one side of her mouth and was applying rouge to her nose. We soon found her to be Joyce Johnson. She was conversing with an old acquaintance, the famous educator, Margaret Selmer. We came up just in time to hear part of their conversation. They were speaking of John Randolph. Joyce told us that he planned to retire and be a senator later in life, but peanuts being his chief interest he was taking them up just now. Parting from Joyce and Margaret we passed on. Going by the candy counter whom should be see but Elroy Merz and Henry Quist peering from behind a pile of butterscotch suckers! They were trying to sell their wares to someone who was hurrying away with a look of grim determination on her face. We hastened after her for we recognized her as an old pat, Bernice Kronick. She confided to us that she was on a strict diet of soup and cheese crackers and was having rather a hard time of it. Wishing to look at some of the latest popular songs we asked her to direct us to a floorwalker. Immediately she turned purple, sputtered something, and shook her fist in the general direction of a tall man with a carnation in his buttonhole. As we walked toward him, we discovered he was Maurice Krier. Maurice piloted us to the music department from whence issued the strains of a saxophone and a strangely familiar voice. When we came in sight of the counter we perceived that the voice belonged to James Biddle and the music issued from the saxophone of Edward Skinner who was accompanying him. We received our next surprise when Grayce Engquist sidled over to us and informed us that she was the head of the music department. She played for our benefit a new song written by Bill Wright entitled “I Can’t Bring You Anything But Flunks, Mother.” After James

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30 1 I F£ THE With the curliest curly hair, And the maidens looked, and the maidens sighed For, oh—he was wondrous fair, But his hair hangs down to his ankles now; On his chin is a growth of years, And he is a hermit, renouncing the world In spite of the world’s sad tears. And Robert’s another—by some called Bob, He Was Irish, and oh, what a sheik! But he got his girl friends a triHe mixed, And we’ll never more hear him speak. One other, there is—but his tale is sad, He was famed for his eyes of blue, And, though somewhat of an amateur, He was coming along fine, too. Admiring damsels called him “Bob (And skeptics called him the Hen) But he laughed and flirted and greased his hair—. And his life was a gay one—then. But now he is withering fast away And—it’s almost too sad to tell But—“don’t get sassy,’’ he shouts all day, And they've got him locked in a cell. Oh, some of the sheiks are successes now— Stage Romeos, price, two bits. And some are playing the love game still— No runs, no errors, no hits. But lad, let us warn you before you start, Take heed of the talc of the Hen, And think before you begin to fall, For oh, you're a goner then! Hits of the Day Was my face red—After report cards were issued! Here it is Monday—And no home-work done. The sidewalk waltz—To Central. I’ve got a right to feel blue—After the Odyssey test. J igsaw—Algebra. I wake up smiling—If my home-work’s done. Darkness on the delta—And I’m still studying. May lx it’s because I love you too much—Latin. You’re getting to be habit with me—Detention room. When the morning rolls around again—I’ll want to stay in bed.