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

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JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY. Behold! Three years have come and gone and we are now Juniors. It does not seem possible. Many are the difficulties that we, the tenth grade, have met since we started as Freshmen at the foot of the hill of our aspirations. In much mental agony have we clung to the rules that the faculty have set forth, but at last we have ascended the ledge of Junior, and Juniors we surely are. The class can rightly be credited for having done great tnings up to the present time and we expect to do greater things in the future. In athletics we have not been slow for we have won many honors. Along literary lines we are proud of our members, each of which possess merit of some note The faculty, which has guided us and helped to lay the foundation of the school’s greatness, can not too highly praise our merits. Our class has held an undisputed supremacy for all these years and will continue to do so for one more Our best class work is Natural Science, and, although we have caused Mr. Anderson much worry and loss of time, we have at last succeeded in mastering the subject. In Geometry, Latin, English and History we are excellent. Such a grand array of talent. Such is our just record and our present status. The future is before us and shall soon enter the Senior year to mount the last round of the ladder in the High School to walk away with a diploma. And after having done all these things, the factlty will joyfully say, “Enter ye upon the world for you have caused us much worry.” 'W

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teachers, although Miss Spiller’s geometry propositions have looked pretty stiff at times, we plodded on thru. The state course of study aided us much in this by saying that solid geometry should be taken three times a week in small doses; that is the only thing that saved us from being total wrecks. In English we were shining lights tho’ only by the aid of Miss Amy, who, by constant work and perhaps a little massaging, managed to impress upon our fertile brains much valuable knowledge. As a class, we were ambitious, (I will not say to what ends) dignified, (you don’t look convinced, but I’ll continue) famous Latin students; Miss Butler's chief pride in German, and lastly we were honest, hard working cherubs. (Hear! all ye Freshies who have accused us only too often of stealing your pale blue ink and stub pens.—but we have forgiven you.) With mingled pride, delight and regrets we realize that we are at the end of our happy high school life. It has been a racg. ’tis true, but good fortune has been granted us in having excellent instructors whose wish is that our success in school may be but an index to our future usefulness. SENIOR CLASS SONG. 5une: 5ake Jute Back Go New York Gown.” Two friends from old J. H. S. met in a foreign land. One sang the praises of L. S. U., City grand, Southern land; Softly the other replied “I know a place too,” he sighed, And though I roam it’s the school of my home J. H. S. my pride. Chorus Take me back to senior days, 1910, 1910 There’s where I long to be With the class so dear to me There was Wanda, Ivy, Gladys, Ruth, Cleo, Katie, Sidney, Maude, Olind, Bernie and that’s all there were Senior Days, 1910. Oh! Give me back those old days Where we were all care free, Give me those classmates I thought so dear, Dear to you—dear to me And that old town far away Oh! Happy, happy school days And if you ask me where I long to be This is what I’ll say— Chorus

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 Class of 1911. Colors—Violet JInd Gold. Flower— Violet. Motto—The time to take the pan cakes is when they are passed around. Secretary, Clair Mahaffey. Sergt.-at-arms, J. V. Tinnin. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Add four more and you have eleven. Class of eleven Shach-a-lack-a-lee, Junior! Junior! Rah, Rah, Ree. (Officers: President, Winifred Caffall. Vice-President, Bell Nutt. Treasurer, Edna Caffall. Historian, Dan Coffell. Bell.