Phillips High School - Phillipian Yearbook (Phillips, ME)

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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.

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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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THE PHILLIPIAN 13 George Toothaker: Bait the hook well and you 'll never fail to catch them. Dorothy Toothaker: I have resolved to grow fat and look young till forty. Kenneth Whorff: 'K There 's no place like home. The boys may have their girls Made up of powder and paint But Ifd rather have lone just as she is Not looking like what she ain't. Mother: Get up, Julia. Remember the early bird catches the worm. Julia: Let him have it, I'm not 3 hungry. ' Hartley Fairbanks: Don't put too fine a point to your wit For fear it would get blunted. is INITIALS OF SOPHOMORES R. E. R.-Right ever right. D. E. T.-Doesn't ever tell. G. A. T.--Good at talking. P. B. B.-Phil breaks broncos. K. E. W.-Ken eats wieners. -Hates every boy. C. P.-just can 't please. E. H.-June effects Homie. R. M. K.-Ruth may kiss. H. C. F. -High class fish. H. F.. B. J. J. Shuns every woman. W. D.--VVon't work days. R. G. H.-Rarely goes home. H. S.-Elden hates school. G. E. W.-Gets every woman. W. S.-Ruins white shirts. s. E. w.- W. E. R. Mr. Whittemore Con phonej: You say that Hartley cannot attend school to- day, because he has a bad cold? Who is this speaking?', H-oarse voice: My father. FAVORITE CLASS POEM BY the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their Hag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard 'round the world. The foe long since in silence slept, Alike the conqueror silent sleeps, And time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone, That memory may their deed redeem, When like our sires our sons are gone. Spirit that made those heroes dare To die and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee. Shute Ctranslating in Latinj : 'tRedolent thymef, Trans.: 'A Smells like time. G. White fin French lj: H11 a mal a la gorge. Trans.: He has a pain in the neck. 'bl Tui- if-gi ...X dfvir flu 1:--f 2:1 +- K is-f fr : stu e' f if D