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

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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—

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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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9 KNOCK DOWN-’ TO THE CLASS OF 1915 WHO'S WHO AND WHY? NAME Elsie Davis Errol Christian Clarence Cotton Alton Fontenot May Bell Gill Ray Thomas Amy Bourgeois Solon Tarbox Ruth Burgins Merlyn Humphreys Edna Marshall John Tilbury Elgie Davis Lester Himler Byron Harbert Mabel Clark Margaret Gill Marie Nohe Lulu Lewis Leon Alcock Lessie Kelley Clara Huber Wilbur Harbert DISPOSITION Passive Charming -9 ’ Saintly Excitable Optomistic Shy Grouchy Sentimental Timid Solmn Sporty Punish Sweet Bashful Who Knows Bitter Sweet A Little Off Inquisitive All that’s Lovable Indifferent Serious Eccentric FAVORITE PASTIME Writing Themes Planting Cabbage Giggling Entertaining Girls Chewing Gum Taking Life Easy Watching the Sunset Eating Chewing the Rag Blushing Thinking of Carl Arguing Hearing her Own Voice Smiling Looking Wise Talking in Class Flirting Trying to Look Pretty Talking to Solon Bull Frogging Teaching French Doing Someones Work Writing Class Histories A secret To get back to the farm To be an artist To travel To get slim To be chief cook at the White House To do something To leave this town To make a hit To be a housewife To be alone To master the dictionary To vote To be a real boy To be a poet To teach school To learn to dance To catch a beaux To please the teachers To invent something Who knows Another mystery To have curly hair