Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Cedarhurst, NY)

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24 THE LAWRENCIAN Dear Miss Lawrencia: Suppose Olive a girl. Watts it too ya? Football. Football: Are you Shaw it’s the real thing;? Miss Lawrencia. Dear Miss Lawrencia: I've Doug along without a Las for a long time, but now I’ve found a perfect Jule. Should I Express my sentiments? Motorcyclish. Mortorcyclish: Don’t try to Sell ’er with your old line—she might go home to her motor. Miss Lawrencia. DREAMS. Sometimes when I’m sick in bed I listen to the rain beat overhead And often watch it teaming down And laugh when ladies pass and frown. Then I often dream I’m things, First of all a Turk—with rings Covering all my hands and feet. Because a princess I’m to meet. Next a warrior bold am I, Rescuing ladies tlio I die; Fighting battles every day. Meeting dragons which I slay. And then the funniest dream of all Someone is saying, “Sonny, you’ll fall.’’ And I awake yawning, to see— Mother and Dad looking at me. —JOAN STRAUSS.

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THE LA WRENCIAN 23 'Ot Dear Miss Lawrencia: This Gassman affair—shall I Foster it? What do you think? Perplexed. Perplexed: Let’s be Frank. Miss Lawrencia. Dear Miss Lawrencia: Things are not as they should be. To be Frank, I am still going Carol-ling but I seem to fall flat. Misunderstood. Misunderstood: Garsh-er, Can’t you fix it up? Miss Lawrencia. Dear Miss Lawrencia: The Wolf is at my door! I have nothing left but my Art! What to do. What to do: Try throwing Stones at him. Miss Lawrencia. Dear Miss Lawrencia: What a crowd! They use me for a football. There’s Tom, Vic and Harry—Hep, Hep, they’re all Burned up. Widow. Widow: Spend your Eves on the alert. Miss Lawrencia.

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THE LAWRENCIAN 25 Reflections after much wailing- and “nashing” of teeth. Reflection on getting a five in chemistry. Mr. Dodd Hard Hodd! Reflections on physical exercise. We should like to see Miss Jensen Fensen. Reflection on compensation. What about Miss Benson Doing her own declension? Reflection on one of the many disturbances in the life of a poor, hard-working Senior. Senior themes Bad dremes. Reflection on natural beauty. We should like to see Miss Tefft Of her permanent bereft.