Andrew Lewis High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Salem, VA)

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Once a Little Red Riding Hood Met a chap like this in the wood, “Pardon me,” said she, “Yum, yum,” said he, As he ate her as fast as he could. This gypsy lover is “Campus News,” A wonderful guy we’ll sure hate to lose. While beatin’ Beethoven, Or Chopin she’s choppin’, This smart little lass There’s no chance of stoppin’. The old maid’s heartthrob, Melvin Garman, He cultivates “tomatoes” in his farmin’. To leave ole A. L. This lass can’t bear it, Quite a kid, This Virginia Garrett. Charlotte Ann Garst We’d tell you if we darst That when you’re gone—we’re lost. This Good boy is tops with the tooter, And we think there’s no one cuter. A sweater green, and a carrot top, It doesn’t walk nor does it hop. It’s a sure cure for boredom— What is it? It’s Herbert Gordon. 4 18 fa

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Like $$$ bills he sure can fly, If you don’t believe it, ask Jeff Hi. The reason?—Ask Pat why! I bank, you bank, he banks. We bank on Eubanks, and You bet, Betty Eubanks! If she’s sweet, she’s Farmer’s date, We wonder what he uses for bait. That stuff in her head sure isn’t sawdust, A nice girl and rather modest. Good luck, by the truck To Jackie Ferrill, May Jack make “jack” By the barrel. Leo, the lion-hearted Ferris! If a lion appeared, he’d be embarrassed. Faith and bigorra, it’s Flannagan, She’s tops —and you can say that again. Ze Cisco keed she ees so smart, She knows how to take and break a heart. i. ■) •€{17 } •

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Commodore Stanley eats his cracker, A fine fellow who’s surely no slacker. Trubie always goes for models; Anyone he’d like to coddle— (Airplane models, of course). W2H his formula is. In Math he surely is a whiz. Monsieur Charles speaks in French, Although he’s not Boyer. He’s right in tune—just hear him croon; “Parlez-vous francais?” Calm and quiet is our Eloise, She’s not hot-tempered nor in the deep freeze. We all go for Harmon eyes And a Harmon smile as well, We’d like to Harmon-ize ‘Cause Nellie rings the bell. Murlene, a siren, With a come-hither smile, Sister, we like your style. £jL.nL t U-.i x . : y lcx- 1 J { 19 } In ’49 we lose our Hart— A swell guy, and plenty smart.