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

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THE JUNIOR LIFE 9 Now the steps were in front of the tent. I glanced at the door. To my extreme horror, it was moving hack and forth. Two black, furry paws appeared. Then a fuzzy nose! I closed my eyes, too horrified to look. A minute later 1 opened them again. To my utter amazement a big black hear was standing just inside the door. He was about four feet from me and coming closer. It seemed that he walked slowly just to prolong whatever harm he intended to bestow upon me and to provoke the highly nervous condition I was already in. What would he do? Now he was next to my head. He opened his mouth displaying his large white teeth. There he stood, it seemed to me hours, but in reality it was only about thirty seconds. Apparently he had made up his mind what to do and raising his paw he struck me a blow on the head which sent me headlong out of bed. The next minute I found myself sitting on the ground with bedclothes wrapped around me in a very uncomfortable manner. But there was no bear. I had been dreaming! It was broad daylight. A hurried glance around the enclosure disclosed to me that Mother’s cot and all the clothes, save those that 1 was to wear, were gone. The voices of my brother and parents who were busily packing for the day’s journey were a source of welcome surprise to me. The tent was open and through it I could see the sky. It was summer blue. The sun was literally pouring forth its rays to all living things. On the mountains across from us I could see the rich green pines. Birds were singing their merry greetings. Squirrels and chipmunks scampered joyously about. Rich masculine voices and mellow feminine voices were heard singing to the accompaniment of the afore heard guitar as the gypsy band ascended the mountain. Everywhere there seemed to be an abundance of life—happy life. My heart leaped at the approach of this glorious day and to my mind came these familiar words: God's m His Heaven, All's right with the world. —Ruth Aldrich. Did You Know— The rays of the sun take eight and a half minutes to reach the earth ? Flies have their taste organs in their feet? An ape has thirty-two teeth and a garden snail has 1400? A shark is the only fish that can blink its eyes? An eel has two hearts, one in iis tail and the other near its head?

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8 TIIE JVNIO R L I F E then he sat down beside me and started explaining how we were to get the honey. When he had finished with his explanation we saw all the bees swarming around about ten feet from the comb. The smoke had risen surrounding the comb. The bees that could not stand the smoke had moved out. Joe then took the long pole and with one punch, knocked the comb to the ground outside the smoky area. He then dropped the pole, picked up the comb and stepped back into the smoke path for protection. If he had left it on the ground, the bees would have come and guarded it, preventing us from taking possession of our sweet find. About fifteen minutes later we stepped out of the smoke with not a bee in sight anywhere. It was easier going home that evening than it had been coming because Joe had found a road nearby that led to the'clearing where our horses were picketed. We saddled them and journeyed homeward. This was one time when our sweet tooth had been satisfied. There was honey not only inside but outside as well. —Warren Weeks. Uninvited Footsteps We were camping in a secluded spot on a lonely mountain. The surrounding mountains had taken on a gray-blue color which is not unusual in the evening. Only a faint glow was visible as evidence of a slowly sinking sun. Against this stood huge pines, tall and sublime. Pink and gray feather clouds rested peacefully in the western sky. In the east a few early stars began to twinkle. The wind had ceased to blow; hence, there was not a ripple on beautiful Lake Louise. The last glowing embers of a dying fire were to be seen in front of our camp. A wolf’s howl in the distance; mellow tones of a guitar from a gypsy camp a little way down the mountain side. Twilight fell. The moon rose and sent a silvery sheen over everything. It was exquisite. My family, including my parents, brother John, and myself, decided it was time to go to bed and departed to our tents. In bed I happened to think that neither Mother nor I had fastened the tent door. Any intruder who found it desirable might enter. I was too excited to think further on that subject and discarded it from my mind. Suddenly I heard a twig snap; then more twigs and leaves crackled. What could it be? Footsteps? Coming closer—closer! It sounded like two persons. By increased distinction I decided the steps were within five feet of the tent. The visitor had now reached our shelter and was circling it. I heard it brush against the canvas wall. 1 was altogether too frightened to scream. My hands were like icy needles on my burning face.

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10 THE JUNIOR LIFE Class Will We, the 9A class of fanuary, 1933, being of sound mind and body (supposedly) do hereby will and bequeath to the remainder of the students in Bryant the following items: 1. The echo of laughter following one of Boh Hanson's jokes. 2. The excuses as to why we failed to finish our homework. 3. The hope that the next class will have another Arnold Jensen. 4. We bequeath our principal and teachers to the care of the future classes with a plea for mercy. 5. To all ambitious and those not so ambitious art students we leave the art tables and the chairs that tip back. 6. To the seventh and eighth grade girls we cheerfully leave the stoves in the cooking room that have to be cleaned once a week. 7. To all we sadly leave Miss Farnam's cheerful smile and laugh. 8. To all 9B’s we leave the misery of an auditorium period when the first period homework isn't done. 9. This being our last will and testament we hereby reject all claims to the cheerful (?) hours after school in the detention room. 10. To the school in general we leave the memory of Jean Calhoun’s sweetness, Betty Swedenborg’s pep, Evelyn Meyer’s smile, Dorothy Ahern’s enthusiasm, Anna Marian Thompson’s sense of humor, and Maurine McCaskill’s popularity. 11. To the boys we leave the hope that they may follow in our f x t-steps and have Newton Ambli’s skill at track. Bill Schoepf's curly hair, Allan Bjerke’s brains, and Lynn Pclton’s smile. 12. To those who like sweet things we leave the memory of Audrey Shorbund’s singing, Florence Collin’s charm, and Marcelle Bred-vold's shyness. 13. To all non-swimmers in Mrs. Boylan’s classes we leave the privilege of lying on the pool-room floor and trying to kick vigorously. 14. To all whom this may concern we leave the warning not to chew gum in classes as it’s seldom successful. 15. Much as we dislike to wc must part company with the swimming pool, leaving it to our successors in the fond hope that they may appreciate it. 16. To all swimming and diving fans we leave practically unbeatable records established by Ethel Kerns, Dorothy Ahern, Mary Jane Farley, Tom Hopfenspirger, John Engquist, and Robert Bouchicr. 17. To the admirers of curly hair we give one glance at Mary Owen, Vincent Cole, Bernadine Mason, Clark Hummel. 18. To all lucky 9B’s we leave those welcome study periods. 19. To all students wc leave the seats we have used for so long with the advice not to use them after school too much. They need a rest after school as much as you do.