A B Davis High School - Maroon and White Yearbook (Mount Vernon, NY)

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Our three football stars went into a cafe to eat. Wally I.- Give me a steak and make it thick and rare. Roy C.- Give me a steak and make it thicker and rarer. Swede J.- Just send the bull through and I'lI bite him on the run. Beats I..- Did I ever show you where I was vaccinated? Eddie F.- No . . . ? Beats L.- Well, we can drive around that way. Alvah B.- I wonder why it is that a girl can't catch a ball like a man? Claire S.- Oh, a man is so much big- ger and easier to catch. He was reading the newspaper as his wife entered the room. George , she said. what do you think? Mother wants to be cremated. Fine! said George, rising briskly and putting down his paper. Tell her to get her things on. Jane H.- Having trouble with the car? Bill H.- No, I just crawled under here to get out of the sun. Ira Zweifach stood on the cliff watching the flashing beacon on the lighthouse. How patient those sailors are! he ex- claimed. The wind has blown out that light a dozen times and they still keep lighting it again, Elsa H.- Women are saps to marry. Helen H.- Well, what else is therefor men to marry? Fran D.-- Well, how has everything gone since I last saw you? Wilson S.- Everything's gone. It was the dear old lady's first ride in a taxi, and she watched with growing alarm as the driver continually put his hand out- side the car to signal to the following traflic. NINETEEN THIRTYTHREE UXCAROON AND WHITE Young man, she said, you look af- ter this car of yours and watch where youire going: I'll tell you when it starts raining. As Greg Coflin, our football coach, says, two halves make a whole and the quarter- back goes through. Angry Parent- My daughter does not want to be tied to an idiot all her life. Suitor- That's right. sir, let me take her off your hands. Artie C.- Oh, by the way, Mary, I almost forgot to tell you, we're engaged. Mary B.- You don't mean it! Artie C.- Of course not, but it's lots of fun. Mr. MacGregor Cfeeling poeticj- And what is so rare as a day in June- Freddie N.- A charity bazaar in Scot- land. He- I've made up my mind to stay at home. Wife- Too late. I've already made up my face to go out. Mr. Kurtz- Name a collective noun. Arthur H.- Ash-can. Buster F,- May I take you to the dance in these clothes? Jane M.- No, thanks. I have my own clothes. He--- I just loaned that singer ten dol- lars. She- I see. Must be a 'tenner'. Walter Hollman entered a movie house and was stopped by an usher. I beg your pardon, sir, but you can't take your dog inside. How absurd! he protested, what harm could the movies dd to a tiny dog like this? Helen D.- You should place your hand over your mouth when you yawn. Fred S.- What! and get bit? Page One Hundred and Fifty-one

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MAROON AND WHITE I passed 'neath your window, As dawn came apace: Before any make-up Had touched your face. Your hair was in curlers, Your cheeks were aghast: Your wrinkles were countless, No wonder I passed! Jack Schoaf, who was vainly trying to convince Mr. Wells that charity and kind- ness still exist. was asked for an example. Well, said Jack. if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him from so doing. wouldn't I honestly be display- ing kindness? No, brotherly love. responded a clever class mate. Miss Fairchild, while on a tour through Bronx Park, stopped before a peculiarly shaped boulder and asked, Where did this rock come from? A glacier brought it, answered a clever student. Right,i' gazing around. Where did the glacier go? Oh, it went back for another rock, answered Ginny Denning. Miss Johnston- Give me a short deli- nition of a polygon. Margaret C. - A polygon is a dead parrot. Don L.- I hear John Tarter got some money. Why doesn't he pay us what he owes us? Leslie P.- Oh, he wouldn't want people to think that getting money had changed his habits. Joe M.- I used to be on my girl's mind all the time. but-- Eddie W.- But what? Joe M.-- She changed her mind. Roy C.- What do you think of it? Mrs. Drum- To be quite candid, I can't make out this drawing at all. - Roy C.- Drawing? That isn't draw- ing: that's writing. Page One Hundred and Fifty-two .- I cannot sing the old songs, Sang Jan with mournful cry. And since you can't, said brother l wish you wouldn't try! in All my life I hoped that Love Would bring a man my way: One day Love brought him to me- But, alas. he got away! Bill B.- Would you like me to take you to the zoo this afternoon? Helen H.- No. If they want me, let them come after me. Mrs. Mac.- The leading man is com- plaining that your nails are digging into his arms during those emotional scenes. Marie H.- I'm sorry. Mrs. Mac.- You're sorry? Well- why don't you file your nails? Marie H.- Oh, I'm not Scotch. I throw them away. Willie fgiving an oral English speechl For the mistake they sent him to the Rubber Factory. where- Miss Brower-Qinterruptingj The Rubber Factory?? Would you mind ex- plaining? Willie- I meant the jail. Miss Brower- Then why call it the Rubber Factory? Willie- Well, he went there to do a stretch. Orderly Cregarding Mr. Searle, who has a broken arm and is all bruisesj I see you have been in an accident. Mr. Searle- No. I took a bath in the new washing machine my wife bought. but the paddles subdued me. Parmalee H.- I just found fifty cents in your bedroom. Chink G.- I dQI2'f doubt it. They're my sleeping quarters. Here lies a man, who saved his all. For days when rain and snow should fall: He knew no pleasure, shared no game- And died before the blizzard came! NINETEEN THIRTY-THREE