Alma School - Alma Mater Yearbook (Alma, IL)

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DEDICATED To Lulu F. Owens Patient, sympathetic and helpful she has always been to us, in our lessons and after school activities alike: sym- pathetic with the varied joys and woes of her pupuls, never failing us when we turned to her for guidance, always setting us a shinning exarnple of steadfastness and devotion to duty. And we, as the representatives of the Alma School, are glad to dedicate this, our annual, as a token of our great' love and appreciation for her twenty-five years of service, rendered in our school,

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THE LAST DAY Only a few hours more and the doors will be locked. The Schoolhouse will be empty. Spiders will get busy making homes in dark corners. The books, soiled and torn, will settle down to sleep until next September. But we will not be sleeping. We will not be settling down to a quiet rest. No! For us the year will just be beginning. For us it will be the real opening of sumrner and the enjoy- ment of summer pleasures. Our shox 1 may annoy you. The streets will be overflowing with u We will be here. there. and everywhere. Yet, although we are filled with glee at the thought. still there isn't one of us who doesn't feel a little bit sorry, We shall miss the quiet hours of study, the games, the spell- downs, the competition, We shall think of it during the sum- mer I am sure. Often our thoughts will turn to the still, de- serted school house with its doors and windows locked, where the spiders are making homes in dark corners, and the books. soiled and torn. have settled down to sleep until next September. And then--and then, who knows? --We may begin to count the days until school opens again. Louis Muehlhausen Teacher: Give me a sentence with the word analyze . Charlotte: Anna claims she was home last night but analyze. Mike: I took a box of paints to bed with me last night. Vernon: Why? Mike: I wanted my dreams in technicolor. Teacher: 1johnny: Bill, you are supposed to write two pages about milk. Here is only one page. johnny B: I wrote about condensed milk. The Mississippi River is the Father of Waters . said Mrs. jackson. But, said Billy Hester. why do they call it Mrs, Sippi? Mrs. Stipp: Ham, there's a mouse in the room. I hear him squeaking Ham: Well, what do you want me to do--oil him? LithoguphodlBofundby WALSUOBTH BROTHERS luvolino. lo.. U. S. L