Sparta High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Sparta, IL)

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FGRESHJWESNC. OFFICERS. PRESIDENT ........, ...Joe Mathews. SECRETARY .......... Mamie Braden. TREASURER ..... ...... J O6 Weir. COLORS-Silver and Crimson. Hoop-le ra! Hoop-la-re! Who are-who are Who are we? First in studies First in size K We are the class of 1905. The Hstately digniiedu seniors have requested our class to present the history of 1905 , to the public. Although We are only Freshmen We have a history Worth repeating. Our history as a class begins With the fall of 1901 when We assembled from the four corners of the earth Hjust from under the nursels carefl We entered with a great deal of self-confidence, and When some upper class rnan Qthe Sophs Were extra kindb thought it his duty to give us some brotherly advice We were not discouraged, but, We patiently listened to the short lectures deliver- ed for our benefit. When the other classes be- gan to talk about organizing We also caught the spirit and Were the first Freshrnan class in the history of the Sparta'High School to organize. We were also the largest class. Time passed on and the day on which We Were to make manifest our athletic skill as a foot ball teain soon came. As all starters We prepared to conquer the World,

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THINGS OBSERVED. Mattie McManus Um bt . I Im Wylie 1 e u mig ity. Thos. Edmiston. Champion shot-put. William Wasson. Poet and musician. Elwon Caldwell. Famous Irish Impersonator. Clifford Maxwell. English Dude. Arthur Mclielvey. Not so bashful after all. Guy Telford. The conversationalist. Guy Hamilton. Our minister. Eva, Dora and Maude. The trio noted for fun. The two Berthas. Our studious members. David Woodside. Orator. ' 111-?3g.REm:heWS The Foot Ball players. Ethel McClay. Our poetess. Bessie Moreland. A smile for all. Bessie Gemmill. The book-worm. Blanche Warner. Our quiet member. Silent but true. Evangeline Wilson. The one the Freshman girls like. Lulu Caldwell. What a Winsome smile! Alice Smith A very nice girl with no nonsense about her. Ernest Baird. The chemist. Rosa Hughes. Her head is a storehouse of hook-learning How is this for a class?

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but instead of heading the list we found ourselves bringing up the rear. We just wanted to give the Sophs something to crow about.fThey have nothing else.j As a whole we are exceedingly skilled in mak- ing use of that powerful organ the tongue. Any member of the learned faculty who has had the pleasure of being personally acquainted with us will conirm this statement. As a class we are noted for our modesty. CThis is why we did not have our pictures takenj. We are not like the Sophs wh o, you will notice, have all honoredt olj this book with their faces and names. That old prov- erb about some people always having their names and faces in public places would apply to them, or the Juniors who never tire of hearing their own praises sung by themselves. For an exam- ple of their egotism take the instance of their motto, What we donlt isn't worth knowing. The Seniors are always setting themselves as a model of everything that is grand and lofty. We are sorry a large number of our class did not return for the spring term, but chose rather to follow the plow. But when we return next year to the alma mater to go through the next storm of lessons, examinations and failures with which our over generous teachers are going to regale us, we will not be the Hmothy crowd of laborl' that entered last September. As we are the happiest class in the High School, we extend our sincere sympathies to all who cannot claim membership with us. .J