Osceola High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Osceola, NE)

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But alas, he awoke, and the son now shone down i And was toasting his nose to a nice red and brown. The next day the skin all peeled from his nose, And we now call him Peeler as everyone knows. Now classmates you see I hold you dear. Right up in my brain in my memory here. With a word of Good-bye I shall now have to close, For something tells me, I must blow my nose. —LAWRENCE SHAW, ’15. £t»tycx‘iutcnfc cut’a (Office

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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.

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 The Freshmen class opened tlie year oi‘ 1912 and ’13 with the membership of thirty-two, but for various reasons the following have had to quit school: Mamie Lovell, Susie Farris, James Farris, Louis Odgen, Yerner Roberts, Edna Kidder and Edison Kidder. The class organized the second week of school, electing the following officers: Harry Pike, president; Marjorie Snider, secretary and treasurer. In the fall the girls and boys formed a basket-ball team, the boys winning the Championship of the High School. The team was as follows: Perry Miller and John Deland, forwards; Albert Timm center and Roy Horst and Russel v‘-guards. When we first entered High School, wo thought that High School life was a long sweet dream. We soon changed our minds when the lessons were assigned. I believe algebra was the most puzzling thing we “Freshies” ever came in contact with, and Latin proved almost as hard. We all vowed never to forgive the man who wrote the Latin book. Physiography was interesting, especially the “field trips.” English wras changeable but most of the time “dry.” Although during our Freshman year we may, have done many foolish things, we are sure the older students will overlook them. All Freshmen are “green” when entering High School, as you all know by experience. We were constantly annoyed by the older students of the school, but we soon came to the conclusion that they knew no better, and we heartly forgive them. We all sympathize with the Seniors who leave the “Dear Old High” and we are certainly glad we can stay a few more years and make the class of 191(5 a class not to he forgotten. RUSSELL M. CIARK, ’16.