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

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THE JUNIOR LIFE 5 LxHtoTLclL}- Life Goes On In January the present nine A class will leave Bryant. Well he taking one more step on the road of life. When we are gone, others will be here to fill our places. All we ask is not to he completely forgotten; that you who are left will remember the good in us, not the bad. Some of us have made mistakes, some are good, some are bad, but all are a part of the younger generation which is moving ahead ultimately to take the places now filled hv the youth of yesterday. Our remaining school days are comparatively short, so we must make the most of each day. We should prepare ourselves now for the grave responsibilities that we must shoulder perhaps only ten years hence. If we accept responsibilities now, we will be better girls and hoys and grow into finer men and women and he worthier successors to the work begun by each preceding generation. • • Just Around the Corner What a quaint phrase! That's where they say prosperity is. But just around the corner are also the many years ahead of the graduating class of January, 1933. In these years we will try our hand at many things, helping to run the government, through the ballot box if in no more direct way, and many responsibilities will rest upon us. Unemployment, war debts, and budget plans will probably have been taken care of and yet again they may not. There may be new ways of traveling, more scientific discoveries, new school systems, a greater discovery than either the radio or the telephone, and who knows but that it may be one of our own 9A's who will accomplish one or more of these things. If only there was some way of finding out what is just around the corner! Maybe we shall be able to find out at some future time. It is a mystery now and all we can do is to fit ourselves for it, whatever it may be, as best we can. • • Why the Depression? Depression! Panic! Unemployment! Poverty! Why do we have these things? What is the cause of them? That is what everyone is asking. Here is a Bryant pupil’s view on the matter. To me, depressions and panics are brought upon us by our own selfishness. Everyone is trying to see how much he can get for himself

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(Greetings anh illest Jllishcs to the January (Class of 1933 . J. Marbaher

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6 THE JUNIOR LIFE of the country’s money and material things. He seems to think nothing of his neighbor. As long as he and his family are sheltered, fed, and clothed, all is well. But what about the family next door? Are they all right? Usually we don’t know our neighbors well enough to pick them out in a crowd. Hence, we don’t care a great deal about their welfare. Maybe, if we would work together more for the welfare of all and not so much for ourselves alone, we wouldn’t have depressions and so much poverty, and the results would be health, happiness, and international progress. Between Mother and Son Johnnie, a much discouraged boy (due to his report card revelations), has just entered his home. His mother, who is struggling with some rather hopeless stockings, is sitting in the far corner from the door through which Johnnie has just emerged. She notices his downcast countenance but says nothing. Johnnie goes immediately to his room where he remains for about five minutes. When this time has elapsed, he appears in the living room apparently very much enlightened. “O Mom, would you like to have me wash the dishes for you tonight ?” Utter surprise is very evident on his mother’s face but she controls it saying, “Why, I would be delighted. Thank you so much.'' There is a short pause. Johnnie breaks it with, “You see, 1 thought I would do it as long as Sis wants to go out so much. Anyway, 1 haven’t anything to do except homework. With this he left the room only to be brought back by his mother’s inquiry, “Oh say, Johnnie, wasn’t your report card due today? The boy’s hopes immediately crashed. A queer feeling is very prominent around the pit of his stomach. “Oh-er-yes. 1 did get it today. B-but it’s up in my room just now and I want to go skating with the kids. They are waiting for me. Mother’s response is very resolute. “I wish to see it now so that I can sign it before we forget it. “Aw gee, Mom; well, all right.” Slow, trudging footsteps are heard as he approaches his room, which is quite typically boyish. A few minutes later he rejoins his mother, report card in hand. He gives it an indifferent toss in his mother’s direction and hurries from the door. “I’ll be home for supper.” His mother recalls him. He returns very reluctantly and shows signs of discomfort. “1 see why you wanted to do the dishes so badly tonight. Tell your English teacher she can expect me tomorrow.” There you are now. What’s a fellow going to do in that case? —Ruth Aldrich