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

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6 THE JUNIOR LIFE Farewell To Bryant As the glorious clays of June speed by, we, the gA’s, come to the realization that we are not only coming to the end of another term, but to the end of another chapter of life—that of Junior High Days. As we turn back the pages, we find, on the whole, that joy and happiness have been present for everyone. But on the more serious side, we, as individuals, have formed, due to our principal, Mr. 1 lardaker, and the faculty, higher ideals and higher standards. We feel that before we leave Bryant we must say to every teacher that because of them we are leaving Bryant having developed to a greater or lesser degree the following traits: A greater feeling of responsibility, Better judgment on all subjects, Obedience to school laws, Appreciation of rights of others, A sense of indebtedness to every teacher and the principal and our wonderful and patient librarians. It is with interest and excitement that we look forward to Senior High School, but with a wish that we might linger a little longer in the halls of Bryant we say with Hodgson: “Time, you old gypsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day?” Babes in the Jf ood It appears to me that some of the most outstanding experiences of the outgoing class occurred when we were in the lower grades. For instance, there is our first auditorium period at Bryant. Hearing Mr. Hardaker speak we began dimly to know what sort of school we had come to. For the most part we were babes in the wood, we knew few people, and as I remember it the geographical terrane of the maze of halls, doors, windows and lockers was as confusing as being put on a merry-go-round in a dark room with a compass and a road map. However, we soon became acclimated to the process of changing rooms and teachers for every subject. Although we were the butt of many jokes, everyone was eager to help us whenever any of us was in trouble. I hope that this spirit of helping the other person has been preserved by us on our progressive journey through Bryant. I think it has and I believe that it will be carried on by the other classes to make Bryant a better and friendlier school to attend.

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THE JUNK) H L I F E LditojrUlUl. Greetings Mr. Webster, Superintendent of Minneapolis public schools at the time Bryant Junior High School opened, granted the request of one of the staff members, Virginia Beckstrom, who asked him to write a greeting on our tenth anniversary. The following letter, which is very much appreciated, was received a short time ago. May it, 1933 Dear Bryantians: So you are ten years old! Naturally you have changed somewhat since I saw you three years ago. But in one way I hope you are just the same. It was always a joy to pass through the doors into Bryant Junior High School. From the very beginning of your life you were quiet, self-respecting, and dignified. You go to school to get an education, so you say. What is that thing, called education? Just so much reading, arithmetic, history, and other things? May I suggest to you that good manners are an attainment quite as valuable for life as all the rules. Cicntle hands will open the guarded doors of the powerful; a voice, low but not afraid, will be heard above the shouts of the rude; straightforward eyes which never dodge will verify the truth as it is spoken. Good manners cloak poverty’s rags; and equally they hide the gaudy colors of the rich. In age as in youth may Bryant’s chiefest honor be that it has shown thousands the beauty of fine manners. Sincerely yours, W. F. Webster Spring March winds blow the snow away; April rains bring the flowers gay. The earth is spread with a carpet green, And the birds trill joyously all unseen: Next apple blossoms perfume the air— Oh all the world is young and fair It’s Spring! Gladys Ingalls

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THE JUNIOR LIFE 7 To Bryant We stand once more at attention, Oh colors of red and white, For the last three years your school Has been our true guide and light. Within its walls it has held for us So many a happy and joyful thing, That as the time draws near, we dread To think we must leave it all this spring. But ah, we'll take with us where’er we go The thing that means much in life, The beginning of knowledge, which helps many When experiencing trouble and strife. But what is more we hope to take And never leave behind That which is the best of all, A strength of soul and mind. So we'll go marching forward, Marching with the rest, With the Red and White waving o’er us To remind us to do our best. Yes, it is with sorrowful feelings And many a heart-felt sigh That we leave this school, this wonderful school Of Bryant Junior High. Virginia Beckstrom