North Junior High School - Argus Log Yearbook (Boise, ID)

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Ti-is ARGUS Loo February 14-Whoopeel Minstrel Show is a howling success. 15 -Honor Assembly is called. Letters and coveted ribbons are awarded. ' March 7-Senior Play is a success in every way. April 2-Vaccination ! 3-News of the coming Health Campaign. 15-After an Easter vacation practically ruined by the vax, the 1100 return. 17-The Magic Quest of Health begins. XfVe actually heard of a boy who ate one string bean a day, counting it as his daily hvegetablel 25-The poster contest proves to be one of the best features of the campaign. Many beautiful posters are exhibited. May 2---A.Y.H. comes out with a big lead. 2--Circus Day! Clowns and elephants scurrying about the halls. The circus goes over with a bang-from its fishy freaks to the Grand Finale. . b--Seniors choose class oliicers: Helene Werner, presidentg Lloyd Lashway, vice-presidentg Rae Wright, Secretary. 9--Seven Honor Society Seniors are addressed by Mr. Walter Fraser. the high school principal. The honored ones receive school letters. June 14-The Senior party for the Faculty is attended by all. 13121-Exams ! - - 20-Commencenient and farewell to North junior. 19

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THE ARGUS Loo it September October November December january 14- RED LETTER DAYS in a Senior's Life 6-North junior swings wide its doors to welcome 1100 students 20-School in earnest. Five weeks marks in sight. 10-Citizenship Campaign begins. School question: W'hat party ' do you support, or don't you? 17--First Argus out! 25-Campaign pep assembly-Livest so far. 29-Great competition! Byrd and Lincoln lead. 6-Campaign tension grows. Banking togdecide result, it seems. 8-Lincoln wins! Results announced in second pep assembly. 22--Victorious party celebrates. ZS--Yum! Special Thanksgiving Dinner. Turkey, mashed pota- toes and lunch periods running into each other. 7-First honor roll of year shows increase of twenty over last vear's. 20-Christmas operetta great success. Senior party a line enter- tainment. 21-The morning after the night before. Christmas three-cent - - Argus appears. School closes amid rejoicing. 3-Back to the daily grind CH beginning the new term. 18-Cram week, closely followed by 21-28-Exam' week. Then- 31- Ninety Students Receive Diplomas. 18

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THE ARGUS LOG SENIOR CLASS PROPHESY Out over the ocean we steamed. I was at last on my way. The good ship, North junior, was sturdily ploughing through the gigantic waves as she bore me to my port. Out onto the moonlit deck I strolled. The silence and beauty of the night was conducive to meditation and accordingly I fell into a reminiscent state of mind. The name of this ship reminded me of my old school, from which I had been graduated ten years ago. As I thought, I roamed about the ship and suddenly I found myself in the boiler room. Here a group of figures who seemed to be familiar were toiling, feeding the boilers. Then I realized that they were some of my old schoolmates. Going nearer I recognized Bill Pyke, XVilbur Nebrick and Albert Ham- mond as their manly forms bent to their labor. Then the enormous appetites of the furnace temporarily satiated. they stood back. Wilbur made up a very pretty little poem which Bill took and put to music. Albert Hammond took the music and danced to it. This novel arrangement was abruptly in- terrupted by a hoarse bellow from above to the effect that it might prove profitable both to the ship and themselves should they return to work. Away in the distance I heard the clear, sweet voice of Eunice Alden, chanting an old English sea-song. Setting out to find her, I found Janet Pollock setting traps. Unable to restrain my curiosity, I asked her the object of this unusual behavior. Traps for mice, boys, or what have you? she sweetly replied. Nearby, my dearly beloved friend, Hortense Bauer, was dancing The Sailors' I-Iornpipef' while Brenda Bearce, accomplished mouth- organist, played a catchy accompaniment on her trusty harmonica. By this time I had approached the kitchen from whence issued a delicious odor of frying pork. Pausing at the window, I found, to my unutterable surprise, Bernard Levy, stewing lentils, frying the aforesaid pork and mixing motza. Sitting, with his feet on the table, in dangerous proximity to the motza, was Freddy Klauck, smoking an ancient meerschaum. Horrors! W'hat was that terrible noise! Stealthily peering around a corner, I beheld Elton Greenman, captain of the traiiic squad, standing in the doorway leading to the dining-salon. I-Ie was booming out in stentorian tones, Break the clinch and keep to the right ! Although no one was using this passageway, he appeared to be furiously struggling with some unruly individual who was determined to disobey his orders. In the bow of the boat I found another old pal. However, I did not believe my eyes for many minutes, for there was Donald Welch, proverbial woman-hater, surrounded by fair mermaids who sat enthralled by the fish story he 'was narrating. 20