Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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Q .77 665.24 QIIIAALYQ V V the dilemma I was in. Each time they laughed as if something really funny had happened. I got home just in time to hear the game over the radio, but, of course, the rest of the holiday was spoiled for me. About a week later I was dressing for a date Cwhich was of course important as it was a first nighterl with a new victim as the hero. I was vigorously brushing my teeth, with the in- tention of having a tooth paste smile, when just to be different my misbehaving bicuspid again decided to put on the fan. I slap- ped my hand over the drain to keep my tooth from going down, and picked it up disgusted and frantic. What now? I reached into the medicine chest and found a piece of cotton and wrapped this around the pivot putting the tooth back into the gap. You can imagine what a time I had the rest of the night. I am not, naturally, a woman of few words, and when one has to be un- natural it is of course very annoying. The third time I went to my dentist he too began to see the Horror of my situation. The tooth has stuck by me until now, but there is still one thing I don't understand: although I have a. delicious sense of humor, I have yet to see the funny side of my unusual annoyance. HW Al: Sea By Mary Mahone The world is sad and dark and drearg I'm sure that's not a notion, ' And I am growing worse, I fear, From this continuous motion. This book goes always down and upg The same goes for my dinner. I really do not care to sup, And I am growing thinner. I think I'1l stay right here in bed Until this boat stops reeling. I've got a strange ache in my head And such a funny feeling. . . . Page twenty two

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mmnuunnuu Page vvfflf. The Misbebaving Bicuspid By Hilda Crowder OTHIN G could be more annoying than a false tooth that insists on falling out at the most inopportune times. I speak along this line from hard earned experience. My front tooth was knocked out at the tender age of nine by a stray rock. I remained snaggle-toothed un- til I was about fourteen years old, at which time I be- came the proud possessor of a false tooth. Needless to say it was very awkward at first, but I finally mastered the art of using my new chopper. This tooth gave me very little trouble until last fall, when it suddenly decided to remind me of the fact that it was capable of being very disagreeable. The first fatal event occurred on a Sunday, the day all young ladies try to look their best. When the thoughtful boy friend suggested some frozen candy I completely forgot that I possessed a false tooth at the thought of something to eat Cwhich inci- dentally is my greatest enjoynienti. I was attacking my frozen candy with all the grace possible when suddenly and most un- expectedly my old faithful decided to desert me. Oh, the humil- iation of it all! There I sat grinning like a Cheshire cat, with a gap in my mouth that reminds one of the Grand Canyon. Well, as it may be expected, I spent the next day at the dentist's office, and that was one time I had much rather take a 4-I-I English test. The following Thursday being Thanksgiving, Petersburg was all steamed up over the annual football game with John Mar- shall of Richmond. I don't suppose there was any one in High School who was more excited than I was when I dressed for the big affair. I finally arrived ata the field and hurried down to- wards the bleachers. About half way down the hill I spied an old friend some distance ahead of meg I made an eHort to at- tract her attention, and again my tooth decided to fly into space. Let me add that I attracted her attention, and that of many others besides. I didn't have the heart to face so many of my schoolmates minus my front tooth, so I turned sadly away after giving one forlorn look at the excited crowd below. In spite of all my efforts to escape unnoticed, I saw at least two- thirds of my friends on the way out. They all looked surprised on seeing me leave so soon, and I had to explain again and again 1 ic uii twenty-one Sl omumun

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