Osceola High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Osceola, NE)

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gtoliloqg of the S tiuuou gin (fMul’o 3pvc $iug iloout Vanity, vanity, thy name is girls. Speaking of fussing and primping, I’m sure more of it goes on in front of me, than in front of any of my brothers and sisters in this building. In fact, I know I’m as popular as any of them. Yes. yes, here comes Thelma Johnson to fix up a bit. Now Thelma’s complexion is really very attractive and I can’t see why she takes so much of my time. She really must hurry or Marion Gillespie will not have time to see that her ringlets are all in place. Yes, that one looks very sweet, right in the back there. I think it is very cunning. —My, how time does drag. No one has been near me for at least three minutes. At last! Here comes Freda Monson. Alas! Usually I can depend upon her but this morning she gave me only a passing glance. Just the same I would like to tell her that her cheeks look a trifle redder than usual. But of course she was just blushing. Ah! here comes Miss Falter. She is a regular patron of mine. That nose needs a little dab of some white stuff each morning. I don’t know what they call that white stuff, but it really improves her nose. Poor Ruth Merrick! She comes every day and tries to get a glimpse of me. But she is so tall that it is almost impossible. However, when no one else is around, she just picks me up and looks at me for four or five minutes. Ha! Ha! Lalia Heinemeyer has a bright new red tie and I’m the first one to see it. No, a little more to the left, Heinie. That’s it! It really looks quite stunning. There’s the bell! Now for a few hours rest. My! how you girls do fatigue me I suppose I ought not to grumble but really it’s awful to be so popular! —M. W., ’13. Evening found me in a most lonesome and dreary part of that valley, sometimes known as the “Vale of Thieves.” I stumbled along, this way, that way, picking my way over fallen trees, ever watching for my foe. Thei fearful silence became more and more intense as I entered the depths of the woods. O-o-h and I’d jump thinking my bloodthirsty enemy had the drop on me only to find it was an owl. As my nerves were thus strung to their snapping point I heard a noise, a most awesome sound coming towards me. I stopped, raised my hand ready for fight,—yea 1 even liked tiie smell of blood! I took one step forward, dealt one blow, and behold! I had killed a— mosquito. 0. E. J., ’13.

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