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

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THE JUNIOR LIFE 19 Don't Don’t chew gum in English, It isn’t considered right, Don’t throw spit balls in study; Think of another’s plight. Don’t let those eyes of yours wander Unto somebody elsc’s test, Don’t blame it on the teacher If she says you arc a pest. Don’t regard your homework As an abominable thing; Don’t proclaim your “Fail” As an unnecessary sting. Don’t always converse in study; You’re sure to be put out; Don’t play mischievous pranks While the teachers aren’t about. Don’t say you forgot to do it; She'll know it’s a “Little White Lie”; Don’t repeat you forgot your pass; It's too bold an alibi. Don’t think because you’re advancing, That you are saying goodbye To the dear old days of friendship At Bryant Junior High. Contributed. Swigs We All Are Singing You’re Telling Me...................My Latin is wrong I’ll Never Be the Same..............After report cards are issued Me Minus You........................Algebra Isn’t It Romantic...................Latin I Guess I'll Have to Change My Plans - About going to Central Please..............................Don’t call on me today Strange Interlude...................Before a test As You Desire Me - - - - - - An “A” in conduct Three’s a Crowd.....................Talking in study hall You Call It Madness.................Doing math in C.L.P. period Let's Put Out the Light and Go to Sleep Homework all finished

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18 T HE JUNIOR LIFE Autumn Leaves One day in early autumn As I walked among the trees, The air was bright and balmy, And a gentle little breeze Caused the leaves from off the maple To flutter gently down And lie in folds of beauty ‘That could compete with any gown. For their colors were so cheerful In their shades of red and brown. And they formed a perfect carpet That covered all the ground; And my thoughts were of the violets And of how cozy they would be Underneath the heaps of color Beside the maple tree. —Katherine Collins. Envy Oh, how I envy the poets; What mighty persons they must be; Oh, how I wish I were a poet. What fun that would be for me. Oh, how I envy the musicians With all the horns they play; If I could be a musician, Everything would be ol{ay. Oh, how I envy the soldier; With his comrades he stands in line; Gosh, if I could be a soldier, Then I would feel just fine. Oh, how I envy anyone With some pleasant, interesting worl If I had something interesting, I don’t thinly I would shirty. Oh, how I envy the poet, And the soldier, the musician too; Oh, I envy anyone With pleasant things to do. Dean iron,.

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20 THE JUNK) R L I F E Mr. Hardaker He passes through Bryant’s halls With a gentle word and a smile, He treasures each girl and boy, Encouraging us all the while. Urging us on to success, Watching our standards rise, Strengthening those who are weak, But never receiving a prize. Him whom we love and respect, Whom for us none has ever outshone, The principal of the Red and White We’re always proud to own. But now we are passing on, And to our successors we leave Him who has helped us to where we are And who will help all of you to achieve. Contributed. % Ask Me Another Why did Tom Hopfenspirger look so sad November 1st, the day when marks were given? Why are Charles Thompson and a certain hoy always ducking one another in the pool? Why did Edgar Starkey get red when Miss Small said, “Louder,” in the auditorium at one of the C.L.P. lectures? Why was John Velensky chosen president of 115? Why does Robert Campbell have that “glad to know you” way about Miss Farnum? Why does James Butler have such a nice time washing desks in 208? Why does Evelyn Grant have such a capacity for lyric poetry? Why does Herman Bloom find so much fun in throwing grapes in the lunch room? Why docs Mrs. Warner call gum chewers “coves” in her fifth period class? Why docs John Hayes go home at five minutes to two? «