Greenfield High School - Bulletin Yearbook (Greenfield, MO)

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, if 1, , I 6 ,1 ' ' ' I X l l ll QL I f ill ll ' i ,i 1 all ll ' ll l hl l' llf .., iti1 ll i, CLARENCE McLEMoRa, President, KYLE MCGEE, Treasurer, GERTRUDE HoBBs, Historian. ENIORS! Ah, Well may the under classmen look upon this title with envy, well may they pay their tribute to this class. Yet they can never know the full meaning of the term until they have experienced the great pleasure of being looked upon by the teachers, as well as the-lower classes, as being the leaders and advisors in all import- ant matters. But, lest the lower classes build up false hopes only to have them shattered, we would say to them-don't expect ever to enjoy what the class of naughty-six has enjoyed. Xlfe are the exception, the one class in ten thousand that could do the great things we have one. Just where the class of '06 originated we do not know, since only one of our members has gone entirely through the Greenfield schools. Four of us were eighth graders here to- gether, several came from different parts of the county and a few of the class of '05 waited a year to graduate with us. All these elements united in making up the class that was des- tined to become the brightest shining star in the historicial sky of Greenfield High School. The scene opens one morning in September, 1902, when we, a class of nearly fifty, assembled in the study hall, scarcely knowing whether we were faculty, seniors or only little graders. But, much sooner than other classes, we became accustomed to the ways of the school, and in a few weeks a class meeting was called, at which we selected as our motto, Rowing, not drifting. Rowing, not drifting, has characterized our work throughout all our entire high school course, this is what distinguishes us from the other classes. Although freshmen are usually regarded as aimless, irresponsible beings, of whom little is expected, WE were recognized in our true worth. We were never looked down upon with pity and contempt by the upper classmen. ' Nothing of importance happened while we were Sophs. Most of that year was spent in honest but fruitless efforts to teach the verdant freshman how to act. I . By the time we were juniors our great strength of intellect was widely recognized. The sophs looked to us to lead in their class movements as well as our own, and the seniors themselves quaked and trembled at the sound of our voices. It was during this year that it was discovered that our class possessed the greatest mathematical genius that the school has ever known.f?J 1 v But it is as seniors that we feel ourselves first approaching our level. To reach this position has been the dream of our childhood and the goal of our high school life. The

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We will o'erlook your childish whims, freshmen regard us with open-mouthed wonder and dream of the time when they may take our places. . In number We are sixteen, the largest class but one ever graduated from Greenfield High School. We have seldom engaged in strife, either civil or with the other classes, and have always felt a true regard for each other and a 1 high respect for our teachers. But now we are through, and, although we are sad at parting, it 1S a source of pleasure to know we have worked faithfully and have made a record that will be an honor to the Greenfield high school. To the Juniors. On seeing board covered with alleged poetry by Juniors I GRACE H. UNIORS, Juniors, don't forget ' You are not quite a senior yet, Still your .tongue and use your brain ' If the senior goal you'd gain. You all have tongues for talking, fit To numb the soph and freshman wit, But your quick tongues are all in vain When coping with the seniors' fame. You children can the blackboard fill Scene from the Olfid Class. With nursery rhymes that make us ill, But, Juniors. dearest little pets, Hard work alone a sheepskin gets. MISS J.- Mr. Martin, begin with line 1051. please. Your bahbles, slurs, and silly grins 3 You're juniors now we realize, For senior wisdom tops the skies. And we must call you juniors still, As you babble, like dry leaves will, And round about us wildly blow- To higher rank, your brain must grow. WINDY- .'0 gods, common to all,' he said, 'knowing all ought to be prayed to-' GERTRUDE fwhisperingj- NOT knowing-l' HELEN Cwhisperingj- That isn't right. MISS KJ. Cin softvoicej- No, Mr. Martin, it's NOT kinowing that all ought not to be praye to.' ' WINDY ffranticallyj- That's just exactlv what I said. ' MISS J.-No, Mrf Martin, you said- WINDY- Well, what's the difference? I don't see any. GERTRUDEkclWhyl Anyone could see that. WINDY Cturning around, violentlyj- Oh, I know I haven't any sense. HELEN fUal'illyJ-- I've known that a long time. MISS J.- Read on, Mr. Martin. l