Greenfield High School - Bulletin Yearbook (Greenfield, MO)

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- ' . '- ' ' '- . ,.?ir!'. ', 1 '-'-HF H .-Z. 7 mersnnian Snnieig Qbffirers First Half-Emma Sandmeyer, PresidentgLue1la Moore, Secretaryg Aley Jones, Critic. Second Half-Gladys King, Presidentg Amy Hartfield, Secretary, Odessa Nowell, Critic Colors-Purple and Old Gold. YELL. Ringa-linga, ching-a-linga, Boom! tah! rah! Emersons! Emersons! Ha! ha! ha! Ringa-linga, ching-a-linga, Boom! tah! rah! Emersons! Emersons! Ha! ha! ha! SONG. I. There's a dear old school in Greenfield with an Em- ersonian band, XVhieh has ever seemed to us to be the best in all the land. VVe're a band of cheerful workers, XVho have always done our best, XVe're the finest ever found in G. H. S., And we find ourselves a-singing all the while. Chorus. Emersonian, Emersonian, Emersonianl X A grand old name! NVe are your strong defenders, NVe have raised you to great fame. Lift high the royal banner of purple and old gold. O Emer, Emer, Emer, Emer, sonia, sonia, ian, Again wc repeat, Emersonian. II. lf our glories now you question, come to visit us and see, Then you'll never doubt the statement we're just For we'll give you a good program Any day that you may come: Make you wish you were an Emersonian, And we find ourselves a-singing all the While. Chorus. 7 meraannian Sunieig Egisinrg Several years ago two armies were organized in Greenfield. One was known as the Emersonians, the other as the Areadians. The two opposing forces fought bravely against each other for several years without any distinct victory for either. As the years went by the Emersonians quietly worked, strength- ening and reorganizing their forces, until at last their efforts were repaid. The Arcadians were completely defeated, but not driven out of G. H. S., for, as the Emersonians were kind at heart, they allowed the Arcadians one corner of the G. H. S. building, where they could train and remodel their army. The Emersonians, instead of boasting idly over their victory, have gone on working, until now their army is strong enough to withstand a large army. All common soldiers, as well as the officers, have Worked faithfully. The work done by the Emersonians during the past year has been especially good, and they deserve much praise. Yet no better praise can be given them than that which is so plainly evidfent to all, and that is: 'tThe Emersonians have won. NVho are we? We are the- wllat we seem to be, Emmsomims- in f..a.q.z:f:1:fs-ewcifiafe N ,

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- e:----:---wz- -f-1-'SLfi:W --- --if-'M'-fe '- EK -- --N -W .. .-..4T7iL?'.,,., . . .:, ' ' :'2-1 HYi Vf? ii'?'?? Ztfisinrg nf 1112 g'-Xrifzrhizrns I fContinuedJ . our society: Clara McBride Stewart, Ethel Wilson Tarr, Eva Allen, Prof. Roy Evans, Charles Montgom- ery, Thos. Gilmore,--R. F,'Finley, etc. Lack of space forbids the mention of many others who would com- mand just as high respect. Truly, then, we may be pardoned for feeling a cer- tain degree of pride -in the history of'our society, and its history will not be written in vain if it prompts us to nobler deeds of life. VVe sleep, but the 'loom of life never stops, and the pattern, which was weaving when the sun went down, is weaving when it comes up tomorrow. AN ARCADIAN'S REPLY to a love-letter Greenfield, Mo., Feb. 24, 1911. Dearest: In response to yours of only a few moments, I am unable to refrain from making an 'immediate reply, as my heart is overflowing with uncontrollable joy. Dearest, my love for you is stronger than coffee or ' the kick of a cow. When I think of you, my heart flops up and down like my mother's churn-dasher. Visions of doubt creep over my soul until I feel like an old cheese made full of holes by little skippers Sensations of exquisite joy go thru me like- young goats over a stable roof. Vkfhen I gaze at your ever- beaming photo, I am utterly, lonesomely lost in :J dazzling dream, and my eyes stand open like cellar doors in a country town. If I, for one instant, believe my love is not reciprocated, I would pine away like a poisoned bed-bug and you will catch cold over my grave. I hope that you will not doubt my sincerity, as it would grieve me deeply for you to m'isunderstand me, and it would seem so inexpressively gallant of me to have thus confessed my love and not be sin- cere. I close with the following requestl May Ithavc that opportunity which will afford' the greatest pos- sible pleasure that I ever hope to attain in the bright, beautiful world, which would be utter darkness and confusion withoutyou. May I have the exquisite pleasure of seeing you Sunday evening at one 'oclock p. mf? ' Hoping you will always remain my own soul and sweetsmiling sweetheart, I am, yours in a paroxysm of spasmodic attachment, t IKEY. Forma In the early days of autumn, Some nine months ago, A bunch of gawky Freshmen . Stood wondering where to go. They looked, then more they wondered, Until a Senior fine Went marching up to study hall, Then they thot they'd fall in line. There they were initiated Into the High School ways,. Where they were expected To spend, yet, several days. R. A. S. TO THE SENIORS. If you have a pony of your own, Pass it on. 'Twas not meant for you alone, Pass it on. Let it travel down the aisle, Let it make another smile, But the teachers not bcgulled. Pass it on. - -4.., ' f'-'V--'14 W -' f ' , - , .-: W a w ., - '--li - f - -.11 . - in np.a:4:m.J4 - '-