Caruthersville High School - Cotton Blossom Yearbook (Caruthersville, MO)

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(Hutton Blossom JUNIOR CLASS POEM N 1914 twenty hopeful Freshies entered High School study hall, Hut, as we perceived the teasing glances, our hopes began to fall. The Sophs laughed at our doctrines and creeds that, to us, were sacred and dear, And, whenever possible, the Juniors made sarcastic remarks where we could hear. Hut we, the hopeful twenty, decided to endure those scoffs and jeers, So three made the basketball team, making a fine record for the first of our four years. Our Sophomore year was a decided success, Three on the basketball team and a winner in the declamatory contest. Now, in our Junior year, we have two on the basketball team; Several on the team every year; how ,to you, does that record seem? We must remember our gallant Junior who went to fight, along that far-flung battle line Of foreign lands; and yet we feel, Though leagues between us reel, The self-same stars above us shine. Although now fun-loving Juniors, Our ambitions reach afar, And we hope, next year, to live up to our motto: “Hitch your wagon to a star.” R. F. M.

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Cotton Blossom Eva Hooper Where’s the lesson for today?” Frances Crenshaw “Well, I don’t know.” Edith Tillman “It’s just like this.” Mabel Cromeenes “Well, now, girls.” — 24-

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(Hottnn Blossom HOW WE KNOW THEM Ethel ................By Her Engagements Mabel .....................By Her Air Castles Edith .......................By Her Appetite Mamie .............By Her Button-Shy-ness Eorene ........................By Her Beaux Forthelia...........By Her Questions Frances ....................... By Tier Grin Eva -------------------- .....By Her Generosity Marion ....................By ITer Flirtations Estella........... .....By Her Blunders Milo ......................... By His Ties James ..................... —.By His Orations AN illiam ............... By His Mischief ( ai'l .—...—...—......-.......By His Letters COLORS: Wisteria and Cream. MOT TO: A Little Learning is a Dangerous Thing,” FLOWER: Lilac. c —20—