Adrian High School - Sickle Yearbook (Adrian, MI)

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The SENIOR SICKLE 1928 mi asa.. ss s . ss ffm I was on the stage once. Yeah P Uh-huh, I fell out of the balcony. DOG-GCJNE IT! George XYagner: I can't understand why my girl shook me. Harold Mitchell : XYhat was that you wrote her the last time 7' George: All that I said was. 'My dear Susie: The dog I promised you has just died. Hoping these few lines will hnd you the same. Your George' QIQICK, DItJGIiNIiSl An honest speeder had just hit a dog and had returned to settle his damage if possible. He looked at the dog a moment and addressed the man with a gun. Looks as il' l'd killed your dog. Certainly looks that way. Yery valuable dog? Not very. XYill live dollars be enough Hell-I guess so. Sorry to have broken up your hunt. said the motorist pleasantly as he handed the owner a crisp live-dollar hill. I wasn't going huntinggjest going out in the woods to shoot the dog. PRO'I'liC'l'ING HURHYY Downstairs a lr:xZl1'fl freaked, a foot scraped over a chair, and there was the tinkle of silver! Mrs. Smith suddenly sat up in bed and pulled vigorously at her sleeping hushand's arm. XYhassa matt-.N he began, Shhl she whispered. 'llurglar downstairs: take your gun and go down and get him, at once. Mr. Smith trembled and the hair rose on his head. but he was a quick thinker. Sure, he said, I'll go right down. It's probably the girl burglar who has been robbing houses around here-a sweet-looking little thing who always kisses her way out of trouble when she gets Caught. I'll go right down l nIohn! Your place is with me! You stay RIGHT HERE ! Butter and Eggs: Am I the tirst man you ever loved? Former Prom. Trotter: Yes, all the rest wereieollege boys. H. Higgins: l'op. the IllCl'l'lll'JlllCllCl S fallen. Pop: Yery much? Howard tsheepishlyj : Oh, about Five feet. G. Mull fto hunterl : VVhat kind of luck did you have Hunter: Bald man's luck. I combed the woods without finding a single hare. VV. Miller: How do you like my room, as a whole 7' Freshman: As a hole it's fine, as a room-not so good.

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The SENIOR SICKLE 1928 me A a .aa .a sa -aaa a- mv Soph tearnestlyj: Now, honestly, what would you do if you were in my shoes Senior tdisdainfullyj : Get a shine. THRIFT ARGEMENT George, isn't it rather extravagant to eat both butter and jam on your bread at the same time? George Dailey: Oh, no, Mother. It's economy. You see the same piece of bread does for both. ' G. Schultz thopefullyj : Don't you love this weather T' -I. Ruesink tbrutallyj : Nol Come around in the spring. I-Ieayen lies about us in our infancy. Yes, and the newspapers lie about us when we grow up. Miss Buck fin algebra classj : IYhat is the root of an equation M. Brown: The unknown. Miss Buck: And what is the unknown? M. Brown: My algebra grade. Miss Green tin history classj: XYhat lirst made the Tudors come into prominence ? VVilliam Mull: Henry Ford. F. Carroll: But I have never seen some of those questions before. Mr. Clark: Well I wouldn't doubt that. I took them out of the book. ' lkey and Izzy were seperating, when Ikey said: 'lAu revoirf' Vat's dat? asked Izzy. Dat's good-bye in French. Vell, said Izzy, Carbolic acid. Vat's dat? Ikey asked. Dat's good-bye in any langvidgef' XYHY TRAFFIC COPS ARE ALYYAYS SXYEET A traflic policeman at a busy crossing saw an old lady heckon to him one afternoon. He held up a dozen motor cars, a dray and two cabs to get to her side. VX'hat it is, ma'am? he said rather impatiently. The old lady smiled and put her hand on his arm. CJHicer, she said in a soft voice. I want to tell you that your number is the number of my favorite hymn. EVIDENCE Police Constable ttaking down notes from musician who had been knocked flown by a carl : Did you see the number of the car? Mr. I-Iubbard: No, but it had a horn that sounded Doh in the key of li sharp.