West Fairmont High School - Maple Leaves Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

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'V 1 f ,, , ' ' .' 'A I The Prince Returns from College 626 A. D. HAT, HO! cried the King, as the Prince entered his father's courtroom in his 1919 five-passenger flivver. Why in the h- don't you wear chains? Kelly-Springfields, pater, but I'll answer all your questions --3--4 after I ind a parking space for little Lena, replied his son, as he ' came to a stop at the foot of his throne, after running over several of the ladies-in-waiting. Where can I park the longest? Leave the can where it is and come up here! roared the King, now thor- oughly aroused. He threw his scepter and hit the Prime Minister in the eye. That personage threw it back and hit his Royal Highness in approximately the same place. 'iTwo orders of beeksteak! cried the court jester, and was almost drowned by the contents of a fish bowl thrown by the Queen, who had just appeared on the scene. In the confusion that followed, the Prince got safely out of the room with- out having even a single hair of his well sta-combed head out of place. Light- ing a cigarette, he sauntered over to what looked like a servant dressed in a tin suit and asked the way to his room and where the elevator Was. Receiv- ing no reply, he lifted up a lid over the place where the servant's face should have been, and found that for some unknown reason the man had gone off and left his clothes. Left to his own resources, the Prince went through sev- eral rooms, finally coming to the wine cellar. Brushing aside the cobwebs from a small flask, he took off the stopper and sampled it. This is outrageous! he managed to say after much sputtering. Not even fifty per cent. I must speak to father about this. Shouldering a two-gallon keg, he set out to find a bedroom. About two miles farther he found a room to his liking, making, however, a mental note to have the wine cellar moved up closer. He was awakened only once that night, and that was by the King. Move over, commanded his Royal Highness. You had all the bed last night. The next morning the Prince woke up with a slight headache, which was soon gone after a plunge into a fountain outside the window. After dressing, he folded up the bed and went to look for the ice box. Not being able to find anything in the way of food, he decided to go for a little ride in the Lizzie. He found the car still intact in the courtroom. Getting in, he drove out of the room into a large reception hall and down a long Hight of steps, finally coming to the castle gates. Finding them locked, he picked up little Lena, climbed over the wall and drove on. In hopes that he might find a lunch counter open, he drove around town, but was disappointed and started for the country. About ten, down the mountain on which the castle was situated, he found a little cottage in which the owners were just sitting down to break- Page 132

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f1f '61y fi . - 0 ' .4 fgfjif -up ww- ' 1:2 5 W, , J 1- 'c ' A Dark Romance in Song mvfgg. 'S just a black gal, named Susanana Saragamia, and live in a little Q yy! place called Georgiatown. I's been going with Henry Brown fo' 'MTI LM two years. Last night he asked me to marry. I'l1 tell you how it r.j '4,yjqg 'f,l all happened. 'HA 'li' J He was so romantic Last Night on the Back Porch. He said: 'I Never Knew What the Moonlight Could Do.' Me, either, I answered. 'I Wish You Were Jealous of Me,' dear. 'Me Too.' Do you love me? 'How Many Times' must I tell you I does? 'I Do You Know I Do.' Yes, but 'Say It Again' No: I've said it so much now that I's hoarse. He sat there looking so Lonesome and Sorry. I looks up and sees a tear gickleydown his handsome black face and says, 'I'm Sorry I Made You ry. 'Honest and Truly'? Yes: 'You Are the Pal of My Lonesome Hours.' 'Let Me Call You Sweetheart? I interrupted, saying: Before I knew you I was 'Just a Sailor's Sweet- heart,' but 'I'd Love to Call You My Sweetheartf 'Honey Bunch,' I loves you so much that 'I'd Climb the Highest Mountain Fo' You.' Marry me, 'Will Ya, Huh'? Yes: when 'Sweet Child,' meet me Wednesday night 'On the Banks of the Wabashf but 'Don't Bring Lu Lu.' Gee! 'It's Three O'Clock in the Morning' and 'You Told Me to Go,' so I'm going now. Don't forget Wednesday night. All right, and as he Walked away I called out 'Bye, Bye, Blackbird'! I hate to leave you 'All Alone,' 'My Bundle of Love,' but 'I'm on My Way Homef I sat on the porch for a while. Stars are the wnidows to heaven and There's a New Star in Heaven Tonight. Just a Cottage Small Then I'll Be Happy. It will be built so as to have Just a Bird's-Eye View of the village. Going in the house, I packed a few clothes to take with me. I cried to think that I was leaving The Pal of My Cradle Days behind, but would see her soon. In the morning mother called: 'Sleepy I-Iead,' get up and help me. Mother, 'Don't Wake Me Up, Let Me Dream.' I hid my suitcase in the bushes near our house, because it would be safer there. That evening I told mother I was going out. 'How Long You Goin' to Be C1one'? I dunno, I said, and left. ?,, Page 134