Osceola High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Osceola, NE)

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A oUlmtity of thr (Cluck Tick-tock, tick-tock, dear me, it is 8:30 already; now begins another busy day. Here comes Mr. Pearce and oh, what a frown! Yes, it evidently will be a busy day. Miss Simpson, too, comes in with a large glass filled with water and attends to the plants in the room. A few minutes pass and pupils enter the study ball. After a glance at me they open their books—but they don't study very long. More boys and girls come in and little groups gather,in different parts of the room. Here comes Julia and really, she looks i« re slender than ever. Harry gives Irene a phy, s-ant smile, and vice versa. Paul visits wiwi Veda and Lawrence and Lalia have a nice little talk. Esther comes in, sweet and smiling as always. and Willie gives a radiant smile to someone in the front of the room. Nine o'clock now and Mr. Pearce gives the bell a vigorous ring and the noisy students reluctantly take their places. The teachers come from the class rooms ready for the day’s work. Miss Pollings, smiling and happy as usual. Miss Simpson, with that stern look upon her countenance. Miss Snyder, very pleasant and proper and Miss Walker as dignified as ever. Miss Pollings, Miss Snyder and Mr. Pearce scan the room and place the names of the absent ones upon the blackboard directly under me. 1 can’t see the names, but 1 can soon tell who they are. Oh ! yes, one of the names was Glenn's, for here lie comes now. Mr. Pearce raps for order. Then after a moment, “Classes may pass.” and the pupils march joyfully (?) to the recitation rooms. Now Miss Walker supervises and woe to the person who does not want to study. Miss Walker also has charge of the room from !):4() to 10:20 and for some reason, unknown to me. will not allow the pupils to sing and whistle aloud. Chapel at 10:20 and this is the period I look forward to with the greatest pleasure. As I look down upon tin many bright and smiling faces 1 sometimes wish I were with them. Yes, they are going to sing this morning and such old favorites as Nos. 24. 95, 119, 127, 133 and 135 ring gaily out, with an occasional solo by Mr. Pearce. The ten minutes pass too quickly however, and the classes for the third period pass. Now Miss ('oiling takes her position and attempts to look dignified, but she soon gives up trying. She seems to have a dreadful time refusing to allow any Seniors to go to the office unless they give her a little slip of paper. Queer what an influence such a bit of paper can have. Eleven fifteen now and thoughts of a hot lunch at noon make the students restless. I, too, .vill be glad to get a little rest. All this confusion is really very trying to my nerves. At last! Lalia and Veda have struck the last chords of the march and I am alone once more. If only I dared 1 would sleep a little while, but 1 am afraid the teachers might punish me. Well, well! Here it is 12:45 and pupils and teachers begin to arrive, but this pleasant spring weather causes the most of them to stay on the play ground and their shouts and laughter float up through the open windows. Hut 1 hear them coming up tin stairs now, a very noisy but happy crowd, ('rash! What was that? Ah, “The window on the stair landing,” somebody says. Really, boys, you should be more careful-----. Yes. that is right, boys, open all the windows for the breeze is very refreshing. Miss Pollings has charge of the study hall the first period and of course everybody trys (?) to be good. Here comes Ivan, late as usual, and not far behind him is Russell. Dear me, what is that dreadful noise? It is enough to deafen me. 1 wonder if it is an earthquake. No, it sounds more like an auction sale or a suffragette lecturer. Oh. 1 remember now. the debating class meets in the office. This entertainment is very interesting to the students, but since even closed doors will not lessen the dramatic effect. Miss Pollings visits the office and requests tin debaters not to talk so loud. She has returned now and it is almost time for tin bell to ring. Second period, and Miss Snyder makes the pupils be good once more. All is serene for a few moments. Goodness, such a burst of laughter from the mathematics room ! (Continued on Page Fiftys. ven) Nineteen

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®lip S’nphnmun'n liyers Sllverstrand Leihee Miss Oollinss Ware Anderson Brooke Miller Gillespie Koslund Query Harden Olson Smith KUedgre Bittner Kepner Johnston Michener Wlesetnan Heald Milkes The special train which is carrying the class of nineteen hundred seventeen on its journey through High School, under the guidance of Miss Collings through the Sophomore year, has safely arrived on time at the “Junior Station.” Although many dangers have arisen and we have sometimes felt as though we have failed in some ways, we have always been brought through safely by our faithful guide. The brave engineer, Miss Pollings, has steered the train well and has kept us in our Sophomore path. Martha Silverstrand, as fireman has kept us moving slowly but surely along our way. The brakeman, Robert Gillespie, has kept us working together and by his great interest in tin passengers, has helped to make our journey bright and cheerful. At the Sophomore Station. Mildred Crisp and Ruby Harden joined our passengers, making twenty-three on board. During the journey many good times were enjoyed by all. Of course as a long ride causes us to get very tired and sometimes discouraged we indeed were very glad to know that we cpuld stop at the home of Ida Miller for dinner. After much enjoyment here we started on our course again, having a few parties, a few sewing societies by some of the girls and many other enjoyments on our way. We journeyed on until we felt tired from our long trip, but encouraged now and then by our leader we finally arrived at Raymond Kepner s where we all enjoyed a delicious simper. After a short social time was enjoyed we traveled on. and satisfied by the favorab'e reports of the acts and happenings which occurred on our journey and of the fast progress being made, we have safely arrived at the “Junior Station” with the colors, the Hlue and Gold, waving far above us announcing our victory. Eighteen

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Slip Iftrslnurn • ) Johnson Michener Scott C. Anderson C Anderson Olson Scholz Tty an Jackson Holm Nelson Gooden A. Anderson Fleming TtoRers Lovell B. Anderson Mr. Pearce Schrlcker Anderson Here we are, the Class of 'IS. We think we're |iiite smart, as you’ve probably seen. You are hound to hear of ns sooner or later. For we have some athletes and perhaps a debater. With Bennie, Carl. Clarence, Aurora and Clement, Our lack of Andersons we need not lament. Wilbur Olson, whom I must mention. When among the girls draws much attention. One day from Rudolph 1 heard a deep sigh. And saw him watch Hannah from the corner of his eye. Josephine Jackson, a cute little lass. Is very popular with all the class. Owen is busy studying books. If you disturb him you’ll see his cross looks. That Joseph is a salesman we’re all agreed. He can make you buy more tickets that you really need. Ralph Tschauner ?s a dear little boy, But when you know him lie is no toy. Winifred Lovell is our athletic man, He sure can play football if anyone can. If you hear a giggle from up our way. You’ll know Marie Fleming is feeling gay. Tolm Rogers, the Freshman lightweight, Sliceeds in most everything except getting a date. To Lena Scholz and Ada Ryan we give the credit For keeping things flying. Florence. Hazel and Beatrice are usually sad. But if they were not mentioned it would he too bad. Creston is a very cute little rat. When he becomes President we’ll sure tip our hat. Florentine Schricker. commonly known as “Shriek,” Doesn't care what I say, he will make no kick. Faith Bradford’s name will surely suggest Enough so you can guess the rest. As for class reporter, there need nothing he said. Or I fear this poem would never he read. Twenty