University High School - Cub Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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IMAGINE: Mr. Cline in cords Cliff Gilbert with a shave. Norry without his siren. Miss Breck using slang. George Eldridge on the honor roll. Hobart Irwin without that wiggle. Poopy King in a dress-suit. John H. failing in anything. Dutch singing at a rally. Martha B. without that giggle. Chris minding his own affairs. Anita C. taking long steps. Cerita and Lona in the same canoe. Ritson eating his own lunch. Black's revenue cut off. Did you know that every time Cupid aims a dart he Mrs. it? 1 R. Blair: XVaiter, bring me some of what Ritson has. Xl'aite1': I don't think there will he any left, sir, when he gets 1 h rough. Clerk: at Sherman and Clay's: NVhat will you have, Miss? Lois Cooper: I'1n Simply Crazy Over You. Clerk fblushingflz I beg' your pardon? Ed Gove: XVhy should baseball be the national game in japan? Dutch: Cough it up, honey. ' Ed: 'Cause the -laps make the best fans in the world. Atkins No. 1 : Hi say, w'ere did 'Arnold get the lower 'arf of 'is face shot hoff? ' Atkins No. 2.: Hit ain't shot hoff, 'e's a-yawnin'! Frank: I went to the store the other day and bought some eggs. XVhiskey : Eggs-actly. Frank: All over an egg was written the name of a lady, and her address, and it said to write. XVhisk: And did you write? Frank: XVhy no, because after I broke the egg I decided she must be a pretty old hen.

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y -u 1 av- - T- - - ,.. r., -- ff-3 f--v-r-- '- f ' -- -- Q6 - U . Bev First Voice: Here comes Arda with her menagerie and cradle show. Second Wfhisper: Huh? I though their names were Paul and Albert. Verna Underwood Cquoting Shakespeare to Miss Breckj: Shake not thy gory locks at me. Mr. Cline Qin Latinj : I want your hands, girls- Sweet Soprano Voice: Mine are already spoken for. I sat by the grave of an old man. They say he was a tramp and died from drinking beer from an old tomato can. Now you know, as well as I. that heer can't kill a man, but an old tomato can. VValt: I hear Martin was a detective this summer. Carl: Oh, I dare say. XValt: 'S'faetg he worked in a pool room spotting balls. A man at the door was having a hard time finding out where D. Crain's father was. After a long time he made Don understand his mission. Oh, said Don, pointing to the hack yard, he's in the pig pen. You'll know himg he has a hat on. Dr. Hailey: And what is space? Leroy Mc: I-I don't quite remember, but I have it in my head.