Soldan High School - Scrip Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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Candidates for Graduation, january, 1918 A born lcmlcr of men'- XVOITICH, too. Clam Prmii llllf '- i Tennis T1-am, '15, '16, '1' . 1 , 16 C. GORDON FENNELL RUTH HARKINS C. WILBUR KNIGHT As sho sings, shi- laughs: up A business man, indeed. and down the scale. Clam T,.L,aXm,L,,, Vive-I'r1-.vifieuf Forum, '15, '16, '17 Clzamiuadc Club, '16, 'I7 Piuafore Tennis Clzampfon Forum, '14, '15, '16, '17 '16 Debating Tram Bur. .Wanager of Srrifw, '16i '17 ,I7 Nathan Hale, Trarle Team, 1st, IJ. Soldan Batlalion ,U 17 Clam Day Co1111111'H1'C RALPH EMERSON ETHELYNE SWARD JOHANNAH LUCILLE. WALLIS 'Tis a merry life. WEIL He can't evcr make those Dra,natiCG1t1'ld 117 Her hair is like thc rippling Cycs behavu. ' waters of Niagara. 23

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to the little party. One of the bullets found its way into the temples of the sergeant. Another missile struck Bacon on his thigh on the very spot where his right palm had been resting. His foref-inger was almost severed. The Germans, fortunately, did not attempt another shot. The next day Bacon found himself at the base hospital. After half a month of treatment he was moved to another hospital for the recuperat- ing, but he went minus his wounded forei-inger. The new sanitarium, as Bacon was entering it, seemed brighter, more homelike, sunnier. The morning after his arrival here the disabled soldier was sitting back on his bed, resting his back on two bulky pillows, eagerly waiting for his First breakfast. At last a white clad nurse appeared on the threshold, she walked directly to his bed. His heart leaped! If Barbara ! he exclaimed. Jimmie! Of all things, Barbara-Miss Thomas--are you in this game, too? Where else could I be? she answered simply. Well, how do you like it? he asked. As much as anyone could like war. But, Jimmie-you-you don't enjoy it, do you? Oh, as for me, it makes little difference, Miss Thomas. X Jimmie, what makes you talk so? You used to be so different! I have grown different, Miss Thomas. But, Jimmie, Barbara said softly, why do you call me Miss Thomas? Have you forgotten everything-everything? I've tried my best, replied the stoic. But I must beg your pardon -I should have-I didn't stop to think about you being married. I only knew your maiden name, you know. Married ! she exclaimed. I never thought of marriage ever since you went to France. You ought to know that, Jimmie. Since I came to France! he thought to himself. Since I joined the army! Seven months ago! But what are you going to do, now that I am leaving the army? They won't keep me any longer. I'm use- less-to them-my trigger Finger is gone. They tell me they are going to ship me to England on the fifteenth. How much longer are you going to stay here, Miss Thomas? God knows ! she said. But, Jimmie, oh, Jimmie! please don't call me by that name. Have you forgotten my first name--what you called me before that foolish quarrel-have you forgotten my name? The soldier started up suddenly, as if an idea had struck him: an idea altogether new to this world! He leaned forward and whispered: Bobby-will you sail with me-will you start life over again--with me ? Yes, Jimmie, yes. My! but I thought I never would get you to ask that question again! Cl -George Tsiros, 8. zz

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ETHEL L. KNOBELOCH :X little girl so sweet :mil fair, VVith lovely eyes and pretty hair. E,1'cf1cfif'c Committee Orclzestra, 14, '15, '16, 117 JOSEPH CRUPE FRITZI SHEWELL X gentleman of high ideals. ,Xu inspiration to all who Gym. Club, ,I7 meet her. E.rccuti1'c Committee Girls' .-lflzlctie .+1,v.wri1zliun, '17 Dx-zzuzufiq Guild, '16, '17 II.1'cr11m'c Committee Rnnrui 'l'r1l2lc. '15, '16, ,I7 ARTHUR COLE MARY HAW SANFORD JACOBS HUMPHREY .XS merry as the name im- lle aspires to be greater than For he's a jolly good fel- plies. Shakespeare. lowf' E.ref:utif'e Committee E.1'vfutiz'e Committee- E.rrrzrti:'e Conzmittcc College Club, ,If Trark Team, '15, '16, 117 Chairman Class Day Com- mittee 24