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

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time, and all of the other luring representations have caused us many absent marks; even a debate with the class of ’14 so enthused us that we resorted to truancy to unable us to better prepare ourselves for the clash with this class. It has always been accepted that Prof. Anderson won in the argument, for many a sad faced Junior and Senior remained seated at the tolling of the dismissal bell to give Miss Hutts the pleasure ot their company, and to repay this time taken fruitlessly by us. The laws of custom have not held us as they did other classes; we have been different; we have succeeded; the class of ’15 has accomplished that which only two classes before us have accomplished, the publication of an “Annual,” and which no other class, if the Annual Staff is correct, will ever be able to do. That and that alone, is the only concrete object that we leave as a proof of our greatness—outside of many broken test tubes and much used English books. Remember Juniors, antagonize not Miss Hutts. Impose not on Prof. Anderson, and fail not to report to Miss Miller and Mrs. Wise, for their wrath will be upon you, and who knows better than we what that is. But I have been dreaming; it all seems like a wierd nightmare, and yet, I am sorry it is all over; many are my regrets, for it seems so hard to part forever with that which we have learned to love and to cherish. Farewell. Adieu, Jennings High School, Nous n’oublierons jamais vos jolies et vos chagrins, car nous avons appris a vous aimer. Adieu pour toujours. J. Alfred Tilbury.

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The class of 1915 has a history among histories. To say it is likened unto the History of the north and south, would not be satire, but only to record again the enmity that existed between these two factions; yea, even to record many of the bitter conflicts of these two sections, for the fields adjoining the famous south-side building have received many a scar from some cleat shod north-sider trying to carry the“pigskin” to victory over the stalwart south-siders; but, “ ‘tis an ill wind that blows nobody good,” and these instances of enmity have only made it possible for the north-siders to appreciate the value of having such spirited students join their ranks, working hand in hand for a mutual cause—a better and livelier school. The history of the class of 1915 began one memorable morning when six little feet toddled slowly but surely over the space separating them from their respective tal ernacles of learning; Edna, Clarence and John, destined to represent the south-side, and Elgie, Merlyn and Solon from the north-side. Little did the teachers think that when they looked into our frightened and pale faces that ‘ time” was to make us Seniors among Seniors. Two years rolled by; we had escaped the failure that awaits all at the end of each term, only to have our ranks strengthened by Clara in the second grade. Time and success worked hand in hand for two more years to find that when thisclass entered upon their fifty grade year they were again reinforced by another student,namely, Leon; in the sixth grade came Marie; in the seventh, Mabel and Lester; in the eighth, Wilbur and Byron; in the ninth came nothing but girls, girls,girls, Ruth, Elgie, May Bell and Maggie, and in the tenth more girls, Lula, Leslie and Amy; but in the eleventh the boys scored, for Ray and Errol joined our class. The eleventh year was a tragic year for the class, for Lee McVey had heard the call of the Siren Missouri, and could not resist the impulse to desert our ranks, much to the consternation of the Editor in Chief of the High School Annual. The class of 1915 leaves no monuments to record their existence, other than numerous knife scarred desks, but their memory will always be a shaft to commemorate their success as a class; to be sure, we have not always been studious and industrious; spring fever, circus day, swimming

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 SENIOR CLASS SONG (TO TUNC OF TIPPERARY,) We're the biggest class that ever finished at this school, Twenty-two of us more girls than boys, as is the rule— We had a jolly time, but now, alas, we guess— The time has come to bid good bye to dear old J. II. S. CHORUS: Our high school-days we're leaving— And good times we've had— To say it—fills us with grieving Each senior lass and lad— Good bye, faithful teachers Farewell, now to you— It is hard, hard work to be a senior And we’re glad we’re through. School days, just like life, are made of shadows mixed with sun — Our years in school have very very pleasant been— Teachers all were good to us and we’ve had lots of fun— But now we’re ready grown up ways and duties to begin—