Alameda High School - Acorn Yearbook (Alameda, CA)

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THE ACORN OUR MANAGER There’s a jolly little (?) fellow By the name of Russell B He’s manager of everything That any one can see. He has talent for arranging games And finding baseball stars They say he’ s now arranging For a “final” game with Mars. In the midst of every season There are tickets to be sold And in raising cash at all times His zeal is never cold . I sometimes think with terror When he has gone away And cannot manage baseball How will they ever play! IN 2006 A. D. Come, Johnny, take your predigested Latin; Your English capsules take without delay ; This shredded Algebra is said to fatten ;— Your History tablet, to;—Now you may play. HANK’S TALE OF WOE Hank is a persecuted man. I'll tell you why as best I can; Whene’re he goes abroad ,they say The girls all stand along his way And as he passes each one by She clasps her hands and thus does cry: “Oh, Alan lovely Alan, pray All joshes on me throw away, For oh, I fear the dreadful knocks They have put into the Acorn box.” A Freshman stood on the burning deck And as far as we could learn, He stood in perfect safety, for He w Ex.

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DIRECTIONS FOR RAINY DAYS

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THE ACORN SYNOPSIS OF COMUS (Written after cramming for a geoinetry.) Enter Attendant Sprite who states the theorem. Enter omus and band of revellers who play a few subtended cords and dance. Enter lady attempting to find the shortest distance between two points. Comus offers to find it for her and leads her off. Enter her brothers trying to prove that angle A equals angle B. They are met by the Attendant Sprite who assures them that if they can find angle C they are safe. In the meantime the lady has been chained and Comus is forcing her to take an ex on Loci of Points when the brothers rush in assisted by Sabrina and force him to let her off and the Attendant sprite—Goodness, what have I written? I guess I’m getting ready for Stockton. How’s this for a Scrub: “Say, if you are absent and lose a study- period do you have to make that up to?” Mr. Barlett looked with a frightened face upon the “students” and remarked in a trembling voice, “I’m sure I don’t know why I’m here.” Dr. Thompson is right. All Nason needs is some scenery. Did anyone say “Gym?” No? Well we have tennis and basket- ball courts by our own efforts—so why not a “Gym,” to? z Here’s to debating—may it rest in peace. From all reports a noted Lick student is having a Gay time. The “Count de Bon Ton” did not return, But there are others just as fresh. Since the June ’06’s have become high seniors there have been a number of severe cases of enlarged cranium. Sad! Isn’t it? [It is with joy that we behold the smiling countenance of Mr. Bussell again. We are all anxious to see the Senior A show. It is said that at the beginning of the term the well known name of Jimmy Britt was on Miss Jordan’s list. We wonder how it got there. No longer does “We love our teacher” adorn the board in room 13. The Juniors have transferred their affections to Mr. Bartlett. They even gave him a Christmas (?) tree. Russ has the distinction of being tardy twice as often as any one else in the Senior B class. The “burning question of the day” is—who is “Ted’s bestest” this term. Professor A. H. Cogswell actually said in Senior Latin “Una is feminine, singular masculine.” Notice to Lloyd Burton, “Snipe” and other skaters. The Central avenue rink is now open. Hours—8:30 to 8:45 and 12to1. No charge for admission. No skates supplied. Pedestrians please use Santa Clara or Alameda avenue. Said the despairing josh-writer, “Any joshes?” Said the facetious Middler, “Sure, you are the josh of the season.” Unto the Scrub we give the joyful hand And then we rough-house him to “beat the band.” The Juniors are as fresh as ever.