Fremont Junior High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Pomona, CA)

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B. L.: M. A. B. L.: Wally: B. L.: M. A.: Vi.: B. L.: W.: M, A,: W.: B. L. W,2 Mn Ao: W.: W.: Jr.: Bo Lo M. A.: B, L,: GLASS PBOPHECY fcfmtinueay What? Oh! Creadingl Uwhen cleaning out the old closet used to store back files of the Bulldog. Janitor Stanley Mill found a suspicious looking bundle of old clothes and bones. Attached to the bundle, which hung by a cord from clothes hook, was annote reading: 'We, the cabinet and Bulldog Club members of the year 1941-l942.hereby confess to the murder of Bryson Couvillon'. Inspector Charles Ward has been called in to investigate the case.n Well, discovered at last, but he had it coming to him. Here's something about the War Savings Bonds. nThe Bulldog announced a contest for suggestions as to how to use the money from the War Savings Bonds which have just matured. Best suggestion so far has been to start a fund to finance a Smithsonian Institute expedition to Japan Cto audience? Remember that place?J to locate a Jap for the Institute. The species is now so rare that the students feel that future biology classes should know what they look like.M Enter Wallace Nilsen Hi yo, chums, what's cooking? Nothing. Did Flora come with you? Yes, she's out talking to State Patrol Officer Bill Bark. Where have you been keeping yourself, Wally? Ilve been around seeing some of my old friends. I visited Kathryn Beckis rest home. You know Eloise Lleveland has been a bedridden invalid ever since she took P.E. at Fremont, and Anna Mae Ireland is there taking special treatments,trying to grow. While I was there, Jewel Jones was brought in after an accident on her motorcycle. Who's helping run the place? A Q Ruby Carroll is a nurse, and Marie fulgham cooks the meals. Where are you living now? At the hotel. We're waiting for our new house designed by Crawford and Kinney. Was it nice being naval attachefto Sweden? It was swell. You know Flora and I went there on our honeymoon. We had a good time in England, too, visiting Ambassador Dunstan. He had a big doin's before we left, and Hazel Brooks read us her new poem in honor of him. An automobile horn is heard. There's Flora. My masterls voice. I'd better go. Goodbye, girls V Enter Junior Ma, Ma, I hurt my little-- Cfaintsl Oh, my child, I'll call a doctor. And I'll get my first aid kit. Both rush away. Oh my boy, my poor little boy!