Osceola High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Osceola, NE)

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Mac Chauuer, chorus, Basketball, 1'13. “Very diminutive, and sinil e3 to all she extends. •Seme bc.skevbe 11 player. Slang: “Cut the comedy. I’ Chief characteristic: Making hoavenly-blies candy. Press your own suits. Remember what happened when Miks Sicndish had Johai Alden press his. Everbcdy who didn't pass thinks the exam unfair. This must be an exam-notion. ' i • Physic’s Proposition: If an automobile could travel c« ■„ ; fast as light, would a light on, the rear of an auto shine arouind the earth into the face of the chauffeur?

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Neva Bartlett, H. S. Play ’12. “The wcilcJs no longer if we hurry, Life’s no longer if we worry ’ Slang: “Doggone it.!’’ Chief characteristic: Maki ig ladi:s boin-r.ets. Arthur Mickey, orchestra. “Brevity is the scul cf wit '1 A swell bey, with a pcnip. Slang: “Ah, peanuts.' Chief cl.a.aetcrictic: Fiddling. Fay Marquis, Declamaticn, ’13. “She is thrifty ar.d good; serene and resolute.’ The girl with the choerful wo d ar.d smile. Slang: “Goodncs:! Gracious Chief characteristic: Being sweet.

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Senior (£la$o yrophcci] A steady lain had been falling ail day. It was dark and dismal. I sat before the open fire and was trying to read the “Monitoi” annual of 1913. The book dropped from my hand and I fell asleep. In my dreams I saw all the members of the Hass of 1913 ten years hence. I beheld a surging crowd of cheering, shrieking, and screaming women. On a platform above the heads of the ethers, stood a woman. She was gesturing with a rapidity and a forcefulness which won. i have taxed the strength of the average man. At the same time she was speaking at the rate of 300 words a minute. I drew closer to see the cause of the excitement and found that it was Maurine Walrath pleaching the virtues of her party and telling of the ability with which she could represent the people of Nebraska in the United States Congress. I was in Fizzletown. 1 wandered about that beautiful city and was amazed at the marvelous change which had taken place there. It’s beautiful parks and (-lean, paved streets were an honor to any city, la the window of a printing office i saw a poster which read “Vote for J. W. Buclita for Commissioner” 1 found that Fizzletown had recently adopted the Coirunissioti Plan of City Government. 1 sat in a great theater in New York CHv. Manyrof the rich and prominent citizens of New York were there. This was the opening night of the “Squaker Male Quartette.” It was to be their first appearance in America. The curtain rose. There was a great burst of applause as the Quartette made its appearance. I recognized three of the singers as Francis Snider, Alvin Campbell an 1 Fwvmond Shrader. I was with a party on an Indian reservation. The Indians were holding a war dar.ee. Never had I heard sue]) teirib'e rounds as came from that band. Their terrible faces made the scene the more horrible. A figure clad in a long black robe walked into the center of the band, lifted a hand and spoke a few words. A silence reigned in the band and they shamefully walked off. The figure in black was y Hattie Honnell. J I stood in the midst of a dimly lighted f room. It was on the top floor cf a largo rooming house. A table strewn with paper stood in one corner of the room and at it sat Bernice Brown writing rapidly. She was writing a book on “The Value cf Silence. ’ ’ I entered a school room. A boy stood in the center of the room. It wras a typical rural school. There wras great commotion in the room and I knew that the teacher was ; not present. In the face of every child there was fear. The door opened and in ; came Florence Miller with a rubber hose, j Then I sawT a quiet home scene. In a kitchen sink there was a pile of unwashed . dishes. A tub of clothes occupied the center of the room. General disorder reigned 1 every where. Leon Merrick, clad in a checkered apron entered the room carrying a bucket of water. A lady clad in a purple velvet dress trimmed in large gold buttons paced to and fro along a street in San Francisco. When I met her face to face I found that it was Sigrid Johnson. I found that she was a member of the police force of that city. ! The curtain rose in a large German theater in Berlin. The play for the evening was “Tannhouser.” Marion Gillespie and Merle Hill were playing leading par's. A guide was conducting me through a large city hospital. I saw long rows of white beds and many silent nurses. We