Osceola High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Osceola, NE)

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Just a few short days and we will no longer be called “Juniors some flighty,” but “dignified Seniors.” We are glad to be so near the goal for which we have our high school life we think of the time long been racing, but as we look back over when we first entered high-school as freshmen; when we would rather be punished in some manner for not having our lessons than to walk up to the front of the room in front of all the scholars, especially the Seniors, to look up a word in the dictionary. To the time when we had our bob-sled ride and a few of the girls falling into the snow by breaking the end-gate down, by sitting on it. In the sophmore year we were not nearly so timid for were we not a whole year ahead of the little freshies? There we see 1 Ioward trying to prove that a “crooked line” is a straight line and before he has given half the proof we see Julia come walking in with her hair cut very short and a large ribbon tied around a single curl. Next, best, and at the present time is our name Juniirs. We are neither too timid nor too brave but just exactly “right.” We are friends to everyone; and the partvs, tramps, and taffy pulls that we have had, have not been few nor unpleasant with the thoughts of Algebra, Physics, and German to cheer and help us along. We have had the honor of entertaining the Seniors and were certainly honored by the splendid banquet they held for us. As was said before we are glad to reach our Senior year, but are sorry to have passed three the happiest, best and friendliest year of our high school life, and possibly of our life, so quickly. Vet for all of this our ambitions have not ended for we shall strive to be a credit to the name “Dignified Seniors,” as have our seniors before us. —HELEN CROW, ’14.

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To Miss Emma Falter we give all the hopes of ever having our mail successfully cairiod during school time and the exclusive ]v1’t to stop the motor. To Mrs. Gentner we give the entire training of the Freshmen firmly believing that she will train them in the way they should go. To the class of 11)14 we bequeath our licence to make candy in the chemistry laboratory during the absence of Supt. Moore and also the privilege of being Lords of Creation during the next year. To the Sophmores we give our favor with the Faculty which we trust they will rightly appreciate and honorably maintain. To the Freshmen we bequeath the following rules which we have observed so closely and which have brought us on the road to success. Always work for the scholarship. Never whisper. Never write notes. Laugh at the teacher’s jokes. Don’t bluff. Have your lessons well prepared so that bluffing will not be necessary. We further give, bequeath and assign unto the several individuals herein numerated and their heirs an assigns forever, the following personal property and properties to wit:— Bernice Brown’s gift of Gab to Howaid Carson. Merle Hill’s bluffing ability to bluff 10 whomsoever can make good use of it. Esther Campbell’s front seat to Lillian Brown. Eutli Merrick’s frivolity to Ruth Walker. Orion Jemer’s smile out loud to Gilbert Rosland. Raymond Shrader’s true, and faithful heart to Allegra Gustafson. Alvin Campbell’s art for entertaining the fair sex which has proven a never fail ing source of pleasure to William Spalding. Hattie Honnell’s perpetual smile to Evelyn Pi ice. Jay Buchta’s musical talent to Fetus Younger. Francis Snider’s indifference toward the opposite sex to Lawrence Shaw. Maurine Walrath’s supervision of the of the Staff and her willingness to shoulder all the responsibilities to the New Monitor Editor. Segrid Johnson’s inquisitiveness to Fda Wieseman. Florence Miller’s athletic skill in Basket Ball to Julia Behle. Vida Reckmeyer’s superiority over her humbler classmates in all things great or small to Pearl Hester. Myrtle Dolan’s right to correspond with base ball boys to Anna Mace. Fay Marquis’ one folly, coquetry to Arvilla Timm with the express wish that she enjoy herself. Marion Gillespie’s undue influence with the teachers to Elton Koehler. Mae Chauner’s right to entertain the boys to May Deland. Mattie Miller’s ability in forging to Fausta Shore. Neva Bartlett’s good looks to Marjoiie Snider. Vera Peterson’s ability in teaming little boys to Glenis Anderson. Arthur Mickey’s right to long hair to Malcomb Wilcox. Leon Merrick’s height to Fltcn Berke. All the remainder and residue of our property whatsoever, wheresoever and of what nature it may be and not herein disposed of (after paying our just debts and funeral services) we give and bequeath to our beloved janitor, Lyle Baird. In witness of, we, The Class of 191J have to this our last will and testament set our hand and seal this 9th day of May in the year of our Lord 1913. V. B. PETERSON, Attorney at Law. We the undersigned at the request of the testator V. B. Peterson (Attorney at Law) do solemnly swear that this is the true copy of the last will and testament of said testator and hereto subscribe our names. F. C. CAMPBELL, J. W. BtJCIITA.

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ffilnaa of 1015 One day as T sat at my desk in deep thought Thinking of all my classmates dear, I thought of a poem, and one said that I ought To write it and read it, so my class mates could hear, What my opinion of them might be, When they aie conversing or listening to me. 1 know not whv the wheels in my head First brought Hervy Ball, his pedigree to he read. lie is a jolly good kid about six foot one And always in for having some fun. Next comes Helen Anderson, commonly known as farmer. I will lpave it to Steve, that she’s sure a boy charmer. Then there’s Skeeter that poor little boy, He is trying hard this rough life to enjoy. Alegra is in the same trouble as Skeet, For her it seems hard to make both ends meet. I think once together, this blond haired two Would make a good match, now tell me don’t you? Next comes fair Verna, the girl of the hour, And roses you know is her favorite flower. Bob Campbell upon the street is seen We know him well as a camera fiend. Next comes our quiet composed friend, Squire, I am sure that for mischief, there in no one ranks higher. Of course you all know, Bess Gylling here, When you hear a loud snicker you know she is near. And then there is another girl who is in for some fun, It is no other girl than Eterie Hamilton.