Jennings High School - Bulldogs Growl Yearbook (Jennings, LA)

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KATIE HAMILTON. “Thou hast wit, and fun, and fire.” WANDA ENGLE. “Like thee, where shall we find another, the world around. OLIND CUSHING. “A good reliable hoy.” RUTH RENSHAW. “Rather silent hut a good companion.” GLADYS RITCHIE. “A humorist to he remembered and a scholar too.”

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IVY RITCHIE. “A sober, bright and industrious young girl.” MAUD JAENKE. “If you want a friend that’s true I’m on your list.” BERNIE ELKINTON. “I am as sober as a Judge ” CLEO COFFIN. Her honest, bright and sunny face will find her friends in any place.” SIDNEY LEE. “Studious habits hath he and an infinite knowledge of Chemistry.”

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY. WANDA ENGLE. Listen! my children and you shall hear Not of the ride of Paul Revere; Not of the story of William Penn; But of the wondrous class of Nineteen Ten.” In writing the history of the class of 1 910, it is well high impossible to do justice to its members by merely jotting down on a few pages our achievements in a concrete form. As a whole we have accomplished much; as individuals of that whole, we have accomplished more. Ten members constitute this class, three of whom, namely; Ivy. Bernie and Gleo have been together for many years, the only survivors of the noble twelve that were branded “Freshies” in ’06. The prairie contributed one more, Olind Cushing, whose winning ways and bright smiles have made him “a joy forever to his classmates. Next in number came “Our Sid” who added much gravity to this august body. Katie, Ruth and Maude, who would have been graduates in 1911 had not fate decreed otherwise. last summer “folded their tents like the Arabs and silently stole away” to enlist in the growing class of 1910. Gladys was next to join these ranks by sailing in on the wings of knowledge and quietly settling down among us without causing so much as a ripple of disapproval in the class. Wanda, also labled a “Freshie” in ’06, yearning for the days of yore left the wild and sunbaked Texas to unite with this ambitious body. This, the last year of our high school life, has been unusually pleasant, yet, many times we felt very dejected because we imagined we were spending our short senior life anti-privilege. Again and again we have rushed frantically to the dear old “Lab” and gently, but surely, placed Professor Anderson between us and the door, to ward off the furry of the lower hall teachers who always thought that we should not and need not be tolerated. Professor never asked us why we were so loved by this certain class of teachers I guess it was because he knew why. At any rate, he would pat us on the back, as it were, subtract a few points from our already decreasing deportment and say, “He’d see fttat everything went along alright after that.” Stop a moment! Let us drink to the health of John Lewis for what he hath done for us. It is needless to say that we honored and loved our other