Phillips High School - Phillipian Yearbook (Phillips, ME)

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THE PH P. Smith: K' Can you tell me why the French word for church is an option on food? ' Miss Cousins: No, I don't know. P. Smith: 'A Because it is an eglise fan egg leaseJ.', Mrs. Lawrence: You are 'behind in your studies. R. Stinchfieldz 'iWell, you see, it gives me a chance to pursue them. 'Twas in a restaurant they inet, One Romeo and Juliet, 'Twas there that he fell into debt For Rom-e-owed what Juli-et!! H. Grover Qspeaking of the hereafterj: VVhat worries me is how I'm going to get my shirt on over my wings. R. Stinchlield: Huh! You'd better plan how to get your hat on over your horns ! Extract from a mother's letter to her son: Dear Willie- Donlt shoot the little craps-remember that they love life as much as you do. , Our sweet little Emily Rose W'as weary, and wanted repose. She was quite unaware Of the tack in her chair, Our sweet little Emily Rose. R. Masterman: HI know twenty times as much as you. R. VVelts: VVell, twenty times nothing is still nothing. Prof.: H Can you name one living thing that can exist without food? E. Fraser: Yeah, a moth. It eats nothing but holes. Mike: 'A Say, Pat, what makes ye bald- headed? Pat: Well, I had water on thevbrain any my hair fell through an' got drowned. S. White Qtranslating in French IIJ: Enchante de faire votre connaissance. Delighted to make your acquaintance. ILLIPIAN 11 Tout le plaisir est pour moi, Monsieur. The pleasure is all yours, Sir. A goat ate all my other jokes And then began to run. 'II cannot stop, he softly called, I am so full of fun. l WHEN we were Freshies new and green Our Latin did confound us And made us wish we ne'er had seen The book that came to hound us. CHORUS Oh Latin is a dead language, As dead as dead can be, Latin killed the Romans And now it 'S killing me. 0 When finally Sophies we became Caesar came to meet us, We grew to hate his very name And think he 'd never leave us. 3 The Junior class we hailed with joy We 'd have no more of Latin But now I help a Sophie boy To save him from a strappinl 4 And when I sleep the last long sleep And leave my native land At the Golden-Gate I 'll meet St. Pete VVith a grammar in his hand. JUNIORS' BOOTH FOLLOWING the precedent established by former classes, we Juniors had a booth of our own at the annual fair. We had some difficulty, but, with the aid of several of the fathers, we succeeded in construct- ing and decorating the booth in colors of old rose and silver. We sold the usual things and were well patronized despite much competition. We feel grateful and wish by this means to express our appreciation to all who helped in any way to make our booth a success. M. E. W., '33.

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10 THE PHILLIPIAN lv JUNIOR CLASS HHUORIMHHRTMENT President Elizabeth Russell Secretary Vivian Hunter Treasurer Montress Wing C0l0rs- Orchid and Silver Flower - Lilac JOKES PROF. to Miss Wing: 'II see you are early of late. You used to be behind be- fore, but now you are lirst at last. A Freshman lad Sat weeping Upon the lowest stair, An upper classman passing by Beheld him sitting there. nz Why weepest thou, my brother? The Senior paused'to ply. You ,re only a Freshman lad, I know, But why sit there and cry? 11 This question caused a second Hood. I'm feeling sad, because- That hateful, cruel Sophie said There ain't no Santa Claus! n R. Masterman: It is generally in damp places that mushrooms grow, isnit it?', Prof.: I believe so. R. M.: 4' Well, is that the reason they look like umbrellas? Says H. Leavitt: 'K For many years I've waited, For many years I've slaved, For many years I 've tried my best And of the teachers raved. For many years I've toiled, For many years I've schemed, For many years I've gone to bed And of my bad marks dreamed, For many years I've wondered What price IJd have to pay To see upon my rank card A big, black, gleaming A! SHAKESPEARES HIGH SCHOOL Freshman Year: Comedy of Errors. Sophomore Year: 'K Much Ado About Nothing. Junior Year: As You Like It. Senior Year: 'I All 'S Well That Ends Well.

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12 THE PHILLIPIAN SOPHOMORE CLASS 1 . SOPHOMORE DEPARTMENT Presidwit June Haggan Vice Pl'L'Xl.llL'7lf Robert Haley Sccrvfary Elden Shute, Jr. Treasurer XVilson Smith Class Colors-Old Rose and Gold Class Flower - Forget-me-not Class Motio-Paddle Your Own Canoe QUOTATIONS Sophomores: By attention in the French class ideas are registered in the memory. June Haggan: TWo's a company, three ls a crowdf, Phillip Bunnell: I aim at the moon and hit a mud puddlef' Betty Butler: If music be the food of love, play on. julia Pratt: A woman convinced against her will Is of the same opinion still. Stanley VVilliamson: Idleness is sweet and sacredf, Glenwood White: L' It is so soon that I am done for I wonder what I was begun for. Elden Shute, jr.: 'I Youth comes but once in a lifetime. - Vlloodrow Dodge: So long as you are innocent fear nothing, No one can harm you. Ruth Knight: Her modest looks the cottage might adorn Sweet as the primrose beneath the thorn. Robert Haley: L' For thy sake tobacco I would do anything but dief' VVilson Smith: After all the best thing we can do when it is raining is to let it rain. Raymond Rowe : 1' Oh call it by some better name For friendship is too cold.