Osceola High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Osceola, NE)

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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.

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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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Up comes another girl ns my thoughts run along, About whom many boys have sung the old song. Heinie, Oh, Ileinie, I love but you. And no one can cut our love half into. Jolmie Bittner, we all know famous will be, For he wears his dads collars, and we all plainly see, By the shape of his head and the look in his eye, That he’ll sit in the Senate in the swest by and by. There is dear little Elsie, she’s a cute little rat, Though her laugh is |uite boistrous, we’ll forgive her for that Irene got crippled, we know that well. But for the sake of a Freshman, she’s gov. ' and got well. There’s Margurite, Vera and Anna Mace, We can tell very well by the look on their face, That they are looking around for a man like Ceaser, . And not any old Dude or smoothed tongv.ed Geezer. There is a girl who at school, when the teacher turns around, She starts into whispering till my head spins around. For blushes and dimples, light fresh from the mill Agnes Newcomer is the girl who will fill up this bill. There is the Wieseman, cousins, Veda Smith and Miss fehore, They all are good cooks, maybe, you’ve heard it before. Now listen here fellows, when you leal: for a wife, You must look for a cook, on that bet your life. Now classmates 1 ’ll tell you, of a dear nobie boy, Whose face is all radiant, and shinnng with joy. But alas, this poor lad, luck seems to defeat, You can tell by his looks, lie’s not had enough to eat. This lad is none other than Donald II. Hay. One look assures you, lie’s not brought up on baled lmy. There is another young lad, who is with us this eve Known throughout this town by the nickname of Steve. An accident happened to Steve not far back When upon his way home he was crossing .... the track, A fast train came around the curve on a fJy And with tears in my eyes I said “Goodbye. ’ ’ It struck poor old Steve, Alas and Alack, But lie turned calmly around and brusheu it off from his baok. rl he train rolled into a ditch close by. And Steve passed on, as if he’d just killed a fly. Carlton Monson, (Tots, Tottie or Jeff) lie says what you call him, don’t make any diff, Just as long as you call him in time for dinner. Be careful now fair ones, for he’s a girl winner. Now there iV Glenn Shelmadine, he needs some advice Or the first thing he knows, lie’ll be on thin ice. Now Glenn you know, though you may have the mon, It’s against the law to be like Solomon. There is one more lad here with us tonight Who thinks I’ve forgot about him to write, But I should say no, you see it is this way I’ve saved him up last, for I’ve something to say, Of how he obtained his position of fame, And came to have Peeler for his nickname. One hot afternoon he lay in the shade, Of an old apple-tree in blossoms arrayed. He had promised his girl of her he would dream, And this lie was doing with loud snores in between. lie dreampt that he dreampt, and this dream had come true, This girl had promised his wife to be t o.