Warsaw High School - Blast Yearbook (Warsaw, NY)

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Page Twenty-two T H E B L A S T June, 1924 HllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllIllIllIllllIllIllllIllIlllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIllIIllIIllllllllIIllIlllIlllIllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIllIIllIIllIIIIIIllIIIIllllIlllllllllllllllllllllll IllllllllllllllllllIIIIlllllllllllllllIIIllIIIIIllIIllIllIIllIllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. JU IORITIS xmnmlmulnlllnunmlnllmuuunulllumuunumuunmumnuumnunnlullmummlnnummnnunumumunuunmnnnlululnunllmumlunuulnuuuunmnulullumnunllllllnllulllllllllllllulllnlllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllun SCENE: In office of the famous Dr, Smashum, from Bustum. CAST OF CHARACTERS: Members of Junior Class. TIME: 7:14 on Monday, May 19, in the year of our Lord, one thousand none hundred and twenty-four. tDay of Class Fight.J lr il il Hi Ik I Enter first patient: Attic Atkins tStifles a groan and sinks moaning upon the couch.J Rise up and I will tell you what is the matter with you, oh groaning female. Aha, your heart. You have a weakness for the male sex, especially for one, the famous 'Come and trip it as you go' dancer Don. I advise you to cut out the 'Donny B0ys'. EXIT Doctor: Enter second patient: Wilhelm Barlow, holding his tat- ters together. Doctor: You look quite wild, you young farm child. You look slightly under the weather, as tho you have just been in a little fray. You had better beat it next time when you see the Seniors coming. Good- day. EXIT Enther third patient: Chauncey Bryant, entering like a spring chicken. Doctor: You look pretty stiff and stilted, boy. What have you been doing, keeping late hours again? Well, take a trip to the Gayety and indulge in a few 'huggin Sals'. EXIT Enter fourth patient: Learned Bryant, crying. Doctor: So you are the one whom the bouncer put off the floor for immodest dancing. Was it The TurkeyTrot'? I advise you to stay away from the St. Elmo boys. EXIT Enter fifth patient: Izzy Carpenter, plastering the paint on. Prithee, why so pale, short maiden? So you Doctor: have been arrested for disturbing peace in chapel while Prof. was there? After this don't be so boisterous and after this it would be wiser to wait till he wasn't there. EXIT Enter sixth patient: Lizzy Christ, primping up. Doctor: Oh leave your hair and nose alone a minute. You have heart attacks too. 'Well, I'll say La- verne is some stepper but then don't let him make you palpitate so hard, Bad for the heart. EXIT Enter seventh patient: Glad Christ, eating a doughnut from the Bakery. Attica, Attica and Alexander, too, Oh dear, you make me blue, To think in Attica you've left your golden tresses, Twon't be long before you're wearing baby dress- es. EXIT Doctor: Enter eighth patient: Hazey Christ, trying to look cross- eyed. Doctor: Oh I am sorry you fell in the flour barrel. Don't use water, it will produce the dough. EXIT Enter ninth patient: Emmy Evans, camel-walking in. Doctor: I-Iere comes the young Sheba who fell sick in school, worrying about how she can outshine Belle ffor the little ministerl. Keep an eye on Clark but don't forget to make a good-looking briesmaidf' EXIT Enter tenth patient: Middy Gay, blowing her nose. Doctor: No wonder you have caught cold after spend- ing the night in the coop for editing the notorious 'Town Tattlerf Your morals are corrupted, my child, nothing physical ails you. Next time issue a revised edition of 'Whizz Bang'. EXIT Enter eleventh patient: Jinny Gill, the farmerette of the Senior Party. Doctor: Come now, my she-vamp, put out your tongue. Ah it is purple. A little elderberry, eh? Or is it dandelion? Next time drink a little more and don't fight so hard against the seniors. EXIT Enter twelfth patient: Angel-Face Gilmore, rubbing her Wrist. Doctor: Hello, sweetness personified. I wonder Why 'Tarz' got a new Ford, couldn't the make the hill with his old one? Well, do a little more WALK- ING up the hill-never mind if you do get thin. EXIT

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Junc, 1924 T H E B L A S T Page Twenty-one Clayton looks like Walter Hiers, plays ball like Babe Ruth, and acts like Satan. His ambition is to be a grave- digger. t I O It ll U HAROLD MARCHANT Born and raised in Rock Gleng he though. He's another one of these quiet water runs deep. If his mother could him in Washington! Harold simply while there. He kept the hotel detectives guessing-and not only that, he even had Miss Moore worried. It cer- tainly is nerve-racking when a boy one thought immune from wine, women and song, changes overnight to a caveman. We don't know where they went, but three nights while we were in Washington, Harold and Julia Boyer disappeared, returning around one o'clock the next morning. Turk wondered where all the taxi fare receipts he found in his room came from: now he knows. Harold didn't like the Gayety very well: he said it wasn't peppy enough to suit him. 'We guess his parents must have heard something about all thlsg Harold hasn't been seen out at night since he got home. Tough luck, Har- old--but maybe it was worth it. C Q ll l O l doesn't look it boys: but still only have seen wasn't himself MARY McGEE Jever notice those dark circles under Mary's eyes? She gets them from staying up so late nights-writing letters. They say his name is Hank Granger, We are beginning to wonder just how many Mary has, any- way. Before our train ever reached Washington, on the Washington trip, he was acquainted with some out-of- town fellowsg she and Mary Coleman. A Lyndonville fellow by the name of Julius Kravtz took quite a liking to Mary. One night after a show they went for a taxi rldeg Mary reported a good time afterwards-but said that Julius made her nervous, what with continually watching the meter. Mary seldom got in before mid- night while she was gone: how some of these children do change, once they get away from home! Trying to find strange behavior on the trip, we past a little. We find that Mary some reason for her have looked into her hasn't been at all the kind of girl we thought her to be: she has been deceiving us right quite unintentionally along. Before she ever went on the trip she showed symptoms of flapperitis. To be specific, one day Mary Coleman and she went riding with two fellows in a Ford sedan, and came back home with two other fel- lows, in a Ford touring car. Mary pulled a good one on Julius in Washington. He wanted to take her in a certain restaurant one day-and used as his argument, It's a. daisy! She told him, Well, if that's a daisy, show me a sunflower! l 1 li U U ll LYLE MILLER He combs his hair like a musiciang that is, he does- n't comb lt at all. He writes with his left hand, and de- fies anyone to read his writing. Miss Ward has to put on her glasses every time she tries to read anything Lyle has writteng the extreme concentration necessary for interpretation would give her a headache if she did- n't, Lyle's family see very little of himg he leaves for school right after breakfast in the morning, and is not seen again until eight o'clock or later at night, when he shows up for his supper. He seldom studiesg he can us- ually find something more interesting to do. With Lyle, studying isn't a duty: it's a privilege. He annoys the teachers terribly by muttering instead of whispering. One morning during chapel exercises, Miss McNamara, ever quick to note discordant sounds, decided that the piano was out of tune: she didn't learn 'till later that it was Lyle singing for a change. Lyle has quite a crush on Leila Snow, it isn't a lemon-crush, either. But Lyle is too bashful altogether! He should remember that faint heart ne'er won fair lady. Leila was the first girl with whom Lyle ever dancedg he'll never forget that dance. He says that she has more courage than most girls. We are glad to report that Lyle didn't lose his shirt in the class fight this year-as he did last year. l I l I l I JAMES FRANCIS O'DONNELL The prodigy of our class. Altho he's only fourteen, he has sideburnsg but his mother won't let him start shaving-much to his disgust. You could tell that he is Irish without looking twice. 'Whenever time lies heavy on his hand, he reads a passage or three from Webster's Dictionary, The weight on his mind has kept him from growing, he is almost as broad as he is long. In a certain restaurant in Washington Jimmie ordered ice cream for dessert: the negro waiter leaned over and whispered in Jimmie's ear, Yo' bettah not eat dat, suh! You'll get fattah dan yo' ah now! In the Hotel Har- rington Jimmie's pet trick was to wake everyone at six o'clock every morning, to tell that he was going back to sleep again. Jimmie wasn't going to let Vince Higgins show him up-so he got dates while he was gone, too. Margaret Calmes, Hazel Luther and Helen Gardner were the girls he selectedg they ought to have felt flattered -and probably did. Miss Moore and his sister had an awful time keeping track of him. Miss Moore didn't sleep a wink one night, after she heard that Jimmie had taken Helen Gardner to the Gayety, and had had his arm around her all during the show. Jimmie is the bane of Walt Ahner's existence. Walt can no sooner turn his back than Jimmie thumps itg he says he is planning to become a chiropractor, and is only practicing on Walt. For awhile, Jimmie had a mania for writing in Walt's books, then he had a mania for writing love notes to girls-and signing other fellow's names. Chief among his victims was 'Waltg others of his victims were Don Kee- ney, Eddie Thomson, Jimmie Reid, and Ping Richard- son. When we asked Jimmie whom he was going to fContinued on page 383

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June, 1924 T H E B L A S T Page Twenty-three I Enter thirteenth patient: Lee Griffin, polising her glasses. Doctor: If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it. Next time don't have so many pictures of your- self developed. EXIT Enter fourteenth patient: Frizzy Blond Herman, giggling violently. Doctor: Hysterics, eh? Tee hee tee hee. CAN'T you stop? You are altogether too rought. You had better eat a few pebbles in the Temple Theatre. Take a drink of water and wash the giggle down. EXIT Enter fifteenth patient: Holly Holahan, cracking a joke. Doctor: A merry heart doeth good like medicine. You don't need a medicine, just crack a few jokes and you will be all right in a few months. EXIT Enter eighteenth patient: Nellie Jennings, the first of the bloomer-girls. looking like a full-blown rose. Doctor: Let me feel your pulse: you have been under a hard mental strain. You exercise too heavily. Next time don't get stuck in such a conspicuous place when en route to a Charity Ball. EXIT Enter seventeenth patient: Bright Lapedies, gleaming with the shining light of IGNORANCE? Your looks are deceiving: you should try not to look so dumb. The Junior and Seniors are thankful for the trade you brought their dances. What makes you walk so slowly? Love? I can't do anything for you then- EXIT Doctor: Enter eighteenth patient: Teddy Madison, sputtering a- bout the fight. Doctor: Be not so very positive, my lady. You talk al- together too much. Get some adhesive tape and use it on your lips. EXIT Enter nineteenth patient: Gagga Marr, encoiled in the snares of a water-hose bearing a puny flame a- loft. Doctor: What is this I see, Venus at the Pump? Or is it Jupiter with his lightning? I see you have the worst symptoms of bossing your classmates, All I can say is I hope you are not responsible for those notes which have corrupted the minds of the Seniors. EXIT Enter twentieth patient: Kay McGuire, lumbering in and panting. Doctor: What's this? The Heaves? Perhaps it is a vi- olent case of hiccoughs. They always result from high-kicking. If I were you, I would never go on the stage as a fancy dancer. EXIT Enter twenty-first patient: Marion McQuilkin, talking voluably. Doctor: I am no orator as Brutus is-I only talk right on. My dear, you ought to train for a Barker at the County Fairs. That is all I have to say to you. EXIT Enter twenty-second patient: Jimmy Miller, Haw Hawlng silently. Doctor: Thy get too ercome too hot smiles become thee well, my lad. Don't wrought up over baseball, you will be ov- with the heat and then Rock Glen will be for you. EXIT Enter twenty-third patient: Gerry Moylan, saying any- thing for a quiet life. Doctor: You look as tho you have been leading one. Evidently this young evangelist had some effect on yon. What kind? EXIT Enter twenty-fourth patient: Sheik Parkhouse, brushing back his hair. So you are the one who was arrested for im- personating the 'Bobbed Haired Bandit'? Well you certainly look like one. Come around to- morrow and I will give you a pair of shears. EXIT DOCf.0I'2 Enter twenty-fifth patient: Tiny Perry, toddling in. From little sparks may burst a mighty flame. Well, maybe so, maybe so. Perhaps I see before me a future Kreisler. Time will tell. EXIT Doctor: Enter twenty-sixth patient: Sadikins Post, tripping a- long. Doctor: I know it is a sin for you to sit and grin. Well I always advise you to keep your teeth brushed then. Anyway I think it ls better to grin than to cry. EXIT Enter twenty-seventh patient: Goggly Schrader, holding her side and with a pained look on her face, Who are you? Aremnant of the Flats? Your heart is weaker than skim milk. I see you have a falling for Attica's men and also you have put a hoodoo on Batavia's Men. You vamp. What's the matter with the boys at the Erie? Well now, don't run too hard for them, epsecially up that old hlll. EXIT Doctor: twenty-eighth patient: Lee Streamer, yelling Wl1o'd a thunk it? For you are weary, you are overwrought with too much toil. Well you did get pretty well smashed up in the fight. How did you like the 1Continued on page 363 Enter Doctor: