Colebrook Academy - Clipper Yearbook (Colebrook, NH)

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claimed some biscuits made outer that flour I sold them made him sick. I Buckwheat: He said it gave the cat pneumonia, so why shouldn't it make him sick? Pauncho: Well, anyway, Mrs. Raymond came in here and wanted me to refund her money. I give her 10 cents for the bag it was in. Bub: That ain't what she told me. She said the cat got sick from eating potato peelings, and she didn't think the flour made Gabby sick, either. She reckoned it was all right to play jokes on Gabby, because she thought after a while he'd learn to stay' home. K Buckwheat: She told me she thought we went entirely too far last night but she would forgive us if we never did it again. lEnter Gabby, who promptly falls into an open molasses barrel.D All: UShe'l1 never forgive us nowln CQuick Curtainj M. McNeal, H. Raymond H. Eastmen, L. Parker Collaborators FROM THE OPERETTA. OUR TOWN . I came down here to take a nap, , But I could not do, for some old sap Had to ring the bell and wake me up, For that I'd like to smack that pup. The one who called I think I know-- Either Hitler or Hirohito. Between you'n me they're two old punks, They're just plain low-down dirty skunks. But now to change my tone of voice, I'll sing to all the Allied boys, Who, we agree, are brave and true. They'll fight for me and you and you. I don't know what I'm kicking for, 'Cause after all, we are at war. I really think that it's worth while-- So let's all take it with a smile. Sung by John Drew at Control Room Miss Alexander: With what must each syllable begin when separating a word? J. Drew: A hyphen. -14-

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Ars. Raymond: fell, I'1l take 50 lbs. of it, so long as Gabbyis here to lug it home. He might as well do that as hang around down here with the rest of the town bums. I fGabby picks up the flour, groaning loudly.J Zuckwheat: Are you and Nellie going to the dance next Saturday night, Gabby? Jabby: Well, Ifll leave that to my wife. She knows more about that than I do. Bub: Well, if you can get that flour home on time, Gabby, I'll see you at the dance by 9 o' clock sharp. suckwheat: Pauncho and I'll be in a little later, but we got a couple dates from eight to ten. SCEIHE II At the dance, 9:50 P. M. Mrs. Raymond looks quite'worrieds Mrs. Raymond: I wonder where Gabby can be. He told me he would be ' gone just a minute. Buckwheat: Well, I Wouldn't be knowing where he ie. Oh, not Not mel ---Hoi Ho! - Bub: He probably got sick and went home. CThe dance progresses and finally everyone goes home. Mrs. Raymond is in none too good a mood. Pauncho enters, a little on the tipsy side.J Pauncho: Hi, Boys! KHe reels toward them.D flust then Gabby enters. He meets his wife in the door.J s. Ha mond: It's about time 'ou got here--uber the dance is all ovex Y 5 W Where have you been? Dub: Yeah! Whatfs been keeping you? Gabby: Now don't get nosey, Bub. Mrs. Raymond: Come on and stop fighting, we might as well go home, now that Gabby has come. SCENE III At Pauncho's store next morning. Dub: Heard Gabby was sick last night. Doc said it was internal poison ing. I ' Pauncho: Yeah, and you fellows better stop having your pranks laid on to me, or people will stop patronizing my store. Gabby -1:5- .

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