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

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14 THE JUNIOR LIFE The 9A's Hate to Leave Mr. Hardaker so brave and bold Who makes us do as we arc told. Mr. Schimmele who with his smile Keeps us laughing all the while. Our Miss Adler with raven hair Who makes us all with envy stare. Miss Wilson who teaches English every day But still likes a little time for play. Miss Scales so small and sweet; We all worship at her feet. Miss Northey who is always gay Though typewriters clatter all the day. Miss Bergland who is always so fine; For her we always toe the line. Miss Richer who knows her science so well And the answers to all questions can tell. Miss Farnam with her happy smiles Who makes us think math is worth our while. Our friend, Miss Small, who docs lecture often; But she would make a heart of stone soften. Mrs. Warner, so staunch and true, Displeasing her makes us all feel blue. Mrs. Williams and her math, Who blazes for us an easy path. One who is always happy and gay, That is Miss Snyder's way. Mrs. Angell and her grave concern About the music we must learn. Miss Flynn who gives operettas fine, As an expert producer she’s first in line. Mr. Lawrence who leads the band; Let’s all give him a great big hand. M iss Gurtzweiler who with her artistic ideals Our unknown talent soon reveals. Mi ss Knowles who all dressed in white Helps us cook the things we like. Mrs. Boylan, tall and lithe, For we all think her very nice. Miss Stevens whose exercising whirls Has made gym a pleasure to the girls. Mr. Anderson, a pal to the boys, Who makes football and baseball schoolday joys. Mr. Boylan, so straight and tall,

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THE JUNK) R LIFE 13 Just Another Gym Period You can always tell when pupils are going to gym because they hasten through the halls so fast. Wait! Here comes Blythe Caldwell with Gail Linder and Aldomary Walgren trailing after. “Who is yelling?” asks Mrs. Boylan. A meek answer comes from Rose Flohil who says, I was asking Betty Swedenborg to save me a locker.” “You don’t have to yell about it and there arc plenty of lockers anyway.” After dressing we race upstairs to the gym floor where soon the noise begins. There is Mary Jane Farley throwing the rubber halls at everybody. The whistle blows and Mrs. Boylan summons the girls to squads. After a few drills there is heard a voice above all saying, “Here I am, girls.” A twist of necks takes place and who should it be hut Audrey Kueken, late to class as usual. The warning hell sounds and a rush is made for the stairway. S(K)ii we are dressed hut there arc always a few who are slow. There goes the last hell now, and who should file out late hut Ethel Healey, Bernice Olsen, Shirley Steward. Mrs. Boylan sighs and says, “Just another gvm period.” • • Is Told by One l lio Sees My life is always the same; round and round I travel. I am the clock in the science room. I have ticked the time around to the third period. Right now 1 can hear Tom Hopfenspirger and Donald Lee tearing down the hall. Into the room skids Ted Syverson. Finding it vacant he proceeds to finish his homework. By this time everyone has come in hut my patient, long-suffering friend, Miss Richer. I blush with shame. There is Harry Johnson breaking up an eraser and throwing the hits around. Oops! A piece just hit Harmony Bruggcr behind her ear. She’s turning around now and glaring at the extremely innocent expression decorating Harry’s face. Do my eyes deceive me or is that really Peter Stamis asking to borrow Betty Sparks’ math? Into the r x)m steps Miss Richer. How docs she manage to smile? If she hut knew what I know. “Homework papers forward. What? No homework! Why Dorothy Vezzoso, I’m surprised.” Each September and January brings new faces and new secrets for this poor old clock to hear. But do I tell the many things I hear? Indeed not. I cover my face with my hands and go on ticking the minutes away. Is that Bernadine Mason giving that very large sigh as the time rolls by and the hell rings? Woe is me, I think it was the whole class. In fact, I’m sure of it as they all charge out of here led by the flying figure of Jim Peterson. Down the corridor they rush pell-mell. Tick, tock. I’ll tell it not.

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THE JUNIOR LIFE 15 Whose whistle makes us answer to his call. Mr. La Barge who has the boys cut up wood, But when the article is finished it looks very good. Mr. Trafzer dressed in gray Who makes a hit in a great big way. Miss Frost, Miss Redman, and Miss Forster Who all help keep our library gay and in order. Miss McLaughlin always kind Who eases our pains so we won't mind. Miss Roskilly with her ever pleasant smile Who always encourages and helps us all the while. Our Office Force that keeps all reports And are efficient and kind and mighty good sports. • • What Would Happen If Peter was white instead of Brown; Coral was a bird instead of a Fish; Lowell was a runner instead of a Walker; Barbara was an ice man instead of a Coleman; Lester was a wall instead of a Barr; Karl wore his old clothes instead of his Best; Audre was a cover instead of a Lei nan; Sidney was stone instead of Orr; Dorothy was a pine instead of a Cone; Warren was months instead of Weeks; Mary was a Thomas instead of a Lewis; Truman was a carpenter instead of a Tyler; Christine throws instead of Katches; Richard was stone instead of Wood? • • What Would We l)o If there were no gym periods; If there were no auditorium periods; If we had math, all day every Tuesday; If we couldn’t have a library; If we had to have the Odyssey for six months; If we had to memorize 800 lines of poetry; If we had no study periods; If we were sent to the detention room every time we were caught reading our favorite story book; If we had no Junior Life Staff; If we didn't have any traffic rules in the halls? We would very probably do just what we do now, make the best of it.