Albion State Normal School - Sage Yearbook (Albion, ID)

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Thursday, Nov. I6-More shrieks. More laughlerl The villains s+ill pursued 'eml This second maulin' is even more Terrible 'rhan i'he firsi-'rhe poor pulleis are while around lhe gills wi+h frighl. They look like Fels-Napfha ads-- whi+e as snow wi+hou'r a bi+ of rubbing. Safurday, Nov. I8-The all-school display. Unseen Hands. is poor-awn. Spooks hush-er us slowly down fhe aisles. Terror! Scares! Some of us more iimid souls are aieard 'ro close our peepers. Monday, November 20-lvlr. Barlow, oi fhe Anderson School of Music of Pocaiello. lighlens our weary hearis wiih some lilling noies on his vocal chords. Miss Anderson Jrickles 'rhe ivories. Saiurday, Nov. 25-Capis. Kidd lfemale kindl s+ar+ oil? on a big nosy-ing affair and end up affer several car+-wheels and handsprings af 'rhe hide-our of Jrhe U. S. minfed ireasure. Then we folk-danced lnoi 'rhe old iolksl for awhile. and bawley-volled. We look +ime lOld Faiher Timel for a ride and inhaled a few morsels of nuirimeni. We nexr had some daguerreofypes Jrooken. Af+er- ward, we +ook a +rip around-lno. noi' aroundl ihrough-llhere was no lunneling clonel-ii' musi have been among +he campus. ,, Then we had some real relays--shay shish wiih your longue in lhe roof of your mouih. The program in +he awed-if-orium-well, you wouldn'+ know on accounlr of you never do have any lun, anyway. We draped +he laurels aboulr 'rhe honesi brows of 'rhe Team oi lhe sky-blue-pink. -1

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ln fhe a. m., fhere is no sfir from damsels or pesfs-nof even a flea wiggles-iusf a rush- ing fo and fro fo palm and curfsy fo fhe home- comers- Come up again somefime-any- fime! The pig-squabble in fhe affernoon is played wifh La Grande, Oregon. Buf-fhe score is nof so grande-if's in fheir favor. Delfa Psi Omega has a fee for fwo for ifs refurning slums. W.A.A. has a pink fea -buf nof for pink elephanfs. Those were merely nomads you saw walking in Hansen Hall Parlor. There is a big hand-ouf in fhe Greasy Spoon diner. Each is asked fo scribble his John Hancock in fhe fribal annals. Then we all puf on fhe feed-bag-and wuz if hof! The Cardinals did vocal gymnasficsq fhen we all 'rurned musical handsprings. Our red, rod angels And fhose of long ago Treaf us wifh songs Tha? we used To know. Fowles did a fap-dance quick and neaf Did he shake fhose legs, and wiggle fhose feefl Blonde John Manning and Seward Dunn Show how fhe musical scale is run. H. E. Vlleisel is called fo fhe sfage And made a member of fhe currenf rage. He is given a picfure of fhe musical group. Now he's a member of fha Cardinal froupe. Waxing poefic again--bah- Then fo fhe big hop. Climax--nof foofh- ache-of fhe daisy evenfs. We guzzled punch befween sfruggles. Monday, Nov. 6-Represenfafive Coffin gives us a look-in on fhe new shuffle-especi- ally concerning fhe do-re-mi. Mefhinks anyone capable of glimming fhrough fhaf would be- long among fhe seers of fhe ages. Wednesday, Nov. 8-The fraining school, under fhe direcfion of Miss Buckley and her sfudenf feachers, presenf a program showing fhe progression of sfunfs from infanfs fo ado- lescenfs. Friday, Nov. I0-Miss Gay MacClaren gives a play in which she is fhe whole cheese. She impersonafes Mrs Fiske in porfraying one of fhose characfers. A fruly remarkable Lyce- um number-one we'll nof soon forgef. Safurday, Nov. II-Blood-curdling shrieksl Fiendish laughferl The cause? W. A. A. ini- fiafion. Defails are foo gruesome fo be repro- duced here. Lef if suffice fo say fhaf as a grand finale fo Nfhe affair, fhe poor iuniors were immersed in cackle-berries. Wednesday, Nov. I5--Mr. Byron Defen- bach gives us fhe pro and con of where old Forf Hall orfer be and ain'f. The occasion celebrafes fhe cenfury-mark of fhe old log- barricade. If is fo our disgrunfled amazemenf fhaf we find we've puf a new wrinkle in fhe capsfone of our spinal column. Our fore-papas are broughf fo us under fhe auspices of fhe fourfh and fhird grade. SFX Ol' five of fhe kids gef up and spiel for awhile, while over in one secfion of fhe lof a couple of urchins furned a roll of paper wifh picfures on if.

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Monda Dec 4-WhaT a shirTy damel- school aglain. Back inTo The harness-wiTh a Tew sobs and sniTTles in memory oT pasT Three or Two days oT dissipaTion, which only aid in greasing up our old apple-polisher again. A new Term-and a new pan aT every chorner. Thursday, Dec. 7-Grade cards Today! Those liTTle miss-slips of misery--all The Teach- ers TorgoT The A-B parT oT The alphabeT. Friday, Dec. 8-The I Club smokehouse. They held a box-ing maTches and There were several sTrikes. For a change we see anoTher kind oT wresTling-done on The maT and noT on The sheik's workbench. The hoop squad comes ouT. plays Burley and ends up aT The liTTle end oT The horn. Friday, Dec. I5 - Tocapello, S.lmiThl B.lroThersl lCough Dropsl. Romeos are view- ing The campus-and incidenTally The people on iT. Beginning aT 8:00 p. m. There is an ex- ciTing baskeT ball game beTween Them and our hoopsTers-Tor awhile The boys show Their sTuTT -and look preTTy snazzy. This comes Trom The crowd- ATTa-boy, ol' kid. ol' pal. ol' bean. ol' soak, ol' sporT. ol' kid --. Then Poky's score runs up like a ThermomeTer in purgaTory while epiTheTs Tly leTT and righT. SaTurday, Dec. I6-B-Ball-diTTo lasT niTe. ATTer The ball game, we decoraTe The gym Tloor wiTh pears lpairsl Tor awhile, Then me- ander, perambulaTe on home. Sunday, Dec. I7-We all go To church in The audiTorium. Mr. Sessions Trom PocaTello preaches. The glee clubs sing a Tew hymns and The TrumpeT TripleTs, Floyd. Tuck, and Ash, give us The old ChrisTmas song, SilenT NighT. Then we drag The Trames down To The old hang-ouT To Take on a Tew viTamins. Sullivan Trips The lighT TanTasTic and we all cry while Turner gives us a sob sTory. To raise our de- Eegfecl spiriTs. we give venT To a Tew noTes in - aT. Monday. Dec. I8-The skoiTs Trom l-lannah Comish Throw a whoopee parTy. Sprawled on The Tloor. TurniTure, and so on. in sTaTes oT greaTesT aTTainable ease. we all air our Tonsils. Then Turner gives l waTh mad-I waTh Tho mad- Snyder boop-a-doops- Bless Your HearT. NexT Kris Kringle blows in wiTh pop- corn balls and big red apples-and do we all gobblel We run To The leTTer-caTcher and Tind ThaT The old man Trom The NorTh has leTT us a fT1eIT1O.