Barringer High School - Athenaeum Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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£ (For key to personalities in Limericks, see Popularity Contest) There’s a boy called Reverend McDowell. Who ne’er on his face had a scowl. Till Beulah said no Which affected him so That he strangled himself with a towel. Principal in Assembly: “This talking in assembly must stop. Will the teachers please distribute themselves about the auditorium?’’ There was once a girl named Kirst, Who in all her studies was first. If you ask Ammarell lie surely will tell How great her historical thirst. SOMK CAVITY Peggy to Hill: “Every time you open your mouth you put your foot in it.” The class has a modest young fellow. Whose short name is Xapoliello. To see Mabel's smile He’d walk many a-mile But when he sees her he shivers like jello. A: “I had a dog who could tell the differ- ence between a gentleman and a hobo.” B: “What happened to him?” A: “1 gave him away—he bit me.” Bridgen, whom the girls call Hobby And think that he’s most nobby. A new one each day Is his record they say. There’s no doubt as to what is his hobby. Vanderhoof, in history: “The Democrats kicked at this bill.” Mr. Ammarell: “You must have been thinking of the Democratic donkey when you used that expression.” There’s a bright business chap named Massa Whose chase after dues is alas—a Most difficult task. When for money he’d ask He’d get from the l»ys some sass—ah! “Hasn’t she jx etic feet?” “Yes, I’ve been scanning them myself.” If there’s a fellow who’s safe from all spoonin’ It’s surely our sylph-like young Bunin. Wherever the lx»ys Make the worst noise. You’ll find him quite ready to tune-in. “What makes the jxdicemen so fat? “Too much traffic jam.” A great big bluffer is Julia Who’s always ready to fool you. She’ll stand up to recite As if she’d studied all night. Which for Julia would l e most ] eculiar If there should l»e another flood For refuge hither flv. For if the whole world submerged )ur homework would still Ik. drv. Doorkeeper at IB Reception: “Are you a IB?” Freshie: “Xo, I’m a f xxl inspector. Let’s see the eats.” Mr. Ammarell, calling for a recitation from Mabel, who had been sitting almost a whole l eriod at a desk wherein rested a nice lunch flavored with garlic: “Well. Miss Grade, you ought to lx pretty strong today. He, {)assing the candy: “Sweets to the sweet.” She: “Thank you. May I pass the nuts? To flunk is human; to pass is divine. Page Eighty-four