Warsaw High School - Blast Yearbook (Warsaw, NY)

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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:

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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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Page Twenty-four T H E B L A S T June, 1924 JIllllllllIlllllllllllIIlllllIlllIlllIIIIIlIIllIIIIIIIIIIllIIlllIIIlIIllIIIIIIllIIlllIlIIIIllIIllIllllIlllIlllIIIIIIlllIIllIIllIIIllIIlIIIIlIIllllllIIllIIlllIlllIlllIIIIIllllllIIIIllllllllllllIIIIIllllIIIIIlllIIllIIllIlllllllllllllllllllllIllIIllIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllIlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIllllllIIlIllllllllllllllllllllllllg E THE WASH1 : i GTO TRIP : ll Illllllllll IlllllrllllllIIIIllllllllIIIlltllllllllIIllIlllllllllllllllllllll IIIIIllllIllIIIlIIllIIllIllllIllllIllIIIllllllIIllIIllIIIIIllllIIIIIIIlIIIIIIllIIIlIIIllIIllllullllllllllllllllluIllIIIllIllIllllIIlIIllIllllIllIIllllllIllIIIIIIllIllIIlllllllllllllllllllllllflllllllllllllllln Elllwlllllllllllllllllglllllllllll I K 'irfiaayj iii., 18th ' At last we are on our way. 'Tis hard to believe but it must be true because here we are on a train speeding south at about sixty miles per hour. The gang's all here, including Posey. I got up this morning at four, and it was raining terrible. I felt dark myself till the family shelled out fifty bucks. At seven, carrying a bag that weighed a ton, a lunch box that weighed two tons and a lot of parting advice, I sloppily waded by way to the station. Arriving I found nearly all the Seniors thereg but grief seemed apparent. Inquiring I found that Teet Madison and 'Chilblain O'Donnell were missing. Just as the train pulled in, a. taxi drew up to the station, and alighting, attired in a new top coat that rivaled 0bie's neckties for colour, came Te,et. Rushing up I inquired if he had seen Red . Without replying, he pulled him out from under his coat tail where Red had taken re- fuge from the storm. We reached the junction in no time, 'and found we had to wait an hour. We amused ourselves by taking pictures, none of which turned out good, which is too bad for several reasons. After awhile, the Black Diamond Express, bound for New York, came tearing down the track. Just before she reached the sta- tion, a flash of light was seen beneath the engine. With what seemed incredible speed, she stopped. I was won- cracked wise forward and dering what was the matter, but quickly when an authoritative acting guy rushed inquired which one of us put the torpedo on the track. No one moved. He talked loudly for several minute-sg telling how the train would not arrive on schedule, etc. He received no satisfaction from us, but you know it is rather funny that Monk Shapiro and Dog Thomson were absent during all this. Our train soon came along, and we were all put in the same car. It's too long to tell how the day passed, but we had some time-nearly wrecking the train. If I had time I would write about many things, including Julia Ethel May's conquests, and Ken Wel1man's female from Waverly. About five o'clock, Monk felt hungry and went into the dining car. Leaving, he tipped the waiter FIFTY CENTS! Whether he thought is was a nickle or recognized in the coon some long lost relative, we will never know, as Stew is silent on the subject. About eight we pulled into Philadelphia. Here an enormous group got on the cars. At eleven, we arrived at Washington. Gosh, it gave us a thrill to look down Pennsylvania Avenue at the Capitol. It was all lighted up. We got in busses here, and headed for the hotel. We were quickly assigned our rooms and the whole Warsaw bunch are placed so that We can look out on a court. We ought to have some fun this way. It is now 12:15 and Monk, Seth, Glad Smith and Iola Baker are leaning out of their various windows and are singing. They're singing, Who'll tuck me in tonight, since I'm so far from home? I noticed a fellow wandering around the halls. 'Wonder who he is? Saturday Got up just in time to join the party this morning. It was a terrible nightg noise all the tim. Cat Schnei- der led the riot among the girls while Jimmie Reid kept the fellows in motion. This continued till about four, when for some reason the bunch quieted down. The first place we visited, was the Old Markets. These are public markets and are composed of stalls, one after an- other, all under the same roof. Dog licked his chops all the way thru the place. They also sell flowers and baked good here. The flowers interested me most, I saw a lot of funeral wreaths and I thought of sending one to our Physical Director, but changed my mind when I learned the price of one. It was too much money to waste. From here we went to the dock where we board- ed the boat for Mt. Vernon. We all certainly enjoyed the ride up the Potomac, altho the wind blew unmerci- fully. At. Mt. Vernon we had our picture taken. We went thru the house and other buildings. Mary Coleman and Mary McGee have two Romeos and won't let them out of their sight. Wonder where they picked them up? Finally we came to a building labelled Smoke house . Monk said that Martha Washington must have been pretty strict to make George come way out here to smoke. It took Seth Wright half an hour to convice Monk that the building was once used for the curing of meat and not for soothing one's nerves. At noon we ate at a little lunch room near the grounds. Several of the fellows ordered a big meal and then left without paying for it. How they manage to get away with such things, I don't know. I can't. Seven of us had to wait for our order from 12:15 till 2:40. We were ready to chew raw meat by the time it came. There was a woman at a near table smoking. She didn't seem to mind our staring at her. One of the fellows took a picture of her. We stayed at Mt. Vernon till three o'clock when we boarded a trolley for Alexandria. Here we went thru the church Washington attended and also the Masonic Lodge of which he was a member. The last place we visited was Arlington Cemetery. We lost Ping here but