Warsaw High School - Blast Yearbook (Warsaw, NY)

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VanZile sign? Of course, it's our party! Who else has a name like that? Well, here we are, wish we'd get started. They are probably waiting for Miss Hanchette and Edwin Wagenblass. Nope, they're here. Must be Bub and Ruth. Wonder if Annetta's up yet? Sure, there she is. Fancy her being up at such an hour. ten o'clock, Well!! Well!! Look here, I cantt eat books. Oh, Well, now are we going to eat? Good Italian food? Sure, anything, as long as they are not Scotch. M'm great! Say, what time is it? One thirty, would you be- lieve it? Oome on, now. No silhouttes, today. What! you're going in? Oh, alright. Let's see yours. Sure someone else wasn't stand- ing in front of you. Hear what that lady said to me? She said, It's ,really beautiful, dear, my perfect, perfect! Sliced it kind of thick, didn't she? Time to go back. You want to buy some beads. Sure, go ahead. Bet you get stung! or strung!! Sure, this is the way. There's the station, over there, see? Salt water taffy! Sure! you wouldn't be happy if you didn't have a package to carry. Back to the Hotel. And now, my dear children, to end this sweet story, I believe that the Atlantic Oity try proved to be O. K. except for a few black circles under eyes. Don't be silly. Certainly we were tired! SNAP SHOTS OF OUR DIGNIFIED SENIORS IN WASHINGTON Charles Pettengill hurling chocolate-bars at innocent lobby- ists in the Harrington. Ward Slocum trying to put one over on Uncle Sam by mailing fifty postal cards without stamps. P. S.-Ward is forgetful at times. Dayton Eddy and Oharles Thomson the Peeping-Toms of the hotel. Bill McGee 's search for excitement led him to a tour with some dangerous people from the wilds of Penn. We think Bill, was the innocent victim of shyncroziae, or loss of memory. Gladys Smith, Liz Donnelly and Doris Firestine threw every- thing but the bureau and bath tub into the skylight below. Bub and Ruth being t'shadowed to the room of a sick friend. P. S.-Bub returned to his room ruthlesstlyl. Pge twenty-four

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Friday, March 8-Atlantic City Br-r-r, Br-r-r, Br-r-r- Oh, darn it, somebody get up and answer that telephone. Answer it yourself, you aren't a cripple by any chance!!! 'LC, what do you want? Room 5227? Good Morning. Its six-forty-live. tvoice with a smilel. Oh, Yes! Thank you! fclankj Hey, the rest of you, its time to get up. What! Just got to bed. Well whose fault is that? Where do we go today. Ch!! to none other than America's playground. No, not Atlantic City. Q Yep! Let's go down to the Cafeteria for breakfast. Alright, it 's too late for anything else. I i 1 S S 'I IVell, good lord, don't blame me, I didn't say it was a. good place to eat. If I ever could get my hands on that little shrimp, I'll wring his neck. Who? Who do you expect? Eddie Wagenblass -Sure, he said it was O. K. Ugh! ! ' Hurry up, want to miss the bus? Well, look at it rain. You knew it. Well, dummy, why didn't you tell me? I'd have worn a hat that didn 't bulge in the middle when it got wet. N o time to change now!! Boy! what a day. Raining here in Atlantic City, too. Taxi! Sure! Boardwalk. Well, jipped again. Only half a block. Here we are, now to get dry. Gosh, I'm hungry. You say, let's go in this book store? How 's that going to keep me from starving? Oh alright have it your own way. Well, let 's get out of here, besides being stuffy, it is expen- sive. Ch, air again!fRain has stopped. It has too. No, Charles, that 's the Casino, not the place they swim. See they swim over here. Well, let's eat. What! you want more books? Come on, we 'll get the next taxi. There we missed it because you were so slow. Ferry. Seems like Buffalo. Brakeman must have fallen asleep and left the brake on. Slow! Here we are! Somebody say this was Camden? Well, I didn't know it. Here this is our train. Sure, don't you see the ' Page twenty-three

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Margaret Beuerlein and Dot Potter playing hide and seek in their room. Edwin Wagenblass giving a perfect impersonation of a sweet little girl, perfectly willing to be dated up. He choose the name of Alto no less! Uncle Art and Spot found the duties of unclehood a bit tiring on their knowledge of things in general. Refer to either uncle for a supply of Bright Sayings of Dumb Children or Wl1yt? by E. Wagenblass. Glenn Copeland looking for the burglar that stole the stair- case. Ernest Armendinger dating up every girl on his floor and then double crossing them. tin reverse English of coursej. Liz Donnelly and Gladys Smith hanging crepes on guests doors. - Glenn Copeland gone intelligentsia and absorbing the American Mercuryt' Don't tell this one to a soul. Helena Gallett and Char. Higgins employing their policy of watchful waiting via keyholes, no less! The whole Senior Class trying to pursuade Edwin Wagonblass that the Gaeity was an aquariam, not a place for entertainment. Edwin Wagenblass inquiring of the room-clerk where he could find a good swimming hole in Philadelphia and then walking into the City Hall thinking he was in the Y. M. C. A. People like Edwin are dangerous to allow loose in cities. Art Firestine doing tl1e Paul Revere act on the train coming home. Ida Winchester going to see An American Tragedy and my dear, she liked it. Charlotte Powers and Irene Matteson both gone Movie-mad . HOW WE KNOVV VVHAT CLASS WE'RE IN Miss Zell .... ......... .............. ...........,..... . . . Come on, wake up, sleep nights. Mr. Clinch ..... . ..................... Now suppose you look that up for yourself. Miss Reed ....................... -..Almost anything with a deep touch of sarcasm. Miss Slater .............., And if you donit like that you can drop the course. Miss Hanchette ........................ . All right you can stay 'till 4:15 for that, Mr. Nelson ............. ........... ' 'Well for Gosh Sakes! Gantt you see that?,' Miss Taylor ................. .......................... ......................... ' ' You get out, and stay out! MPS. Robinson .............. ......................... ' 'That sounds rather horsey to me. Miss VV2lShbllI'11 .......... . ..,.. ............ - ,...,........................ ' 'Now then peoplef' Page twenty-five