Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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THE DART Recipe for a Party The first thing up to the Town-send John-son, with these instructions, To call the guests and buy the food With all the late reductions. Then rent a Hall and buy a Peck Of Campbell soup so Sweet To Cook it Wright just Boyle it long Until it’s fit to eat. Then when it rises to the top Add one Mor-ton of water, Then add a touch of pepper Green To make it that much hotter. If some Wood think it was too hot Just Mixer well with Sage; Next play some games and sing so Strong The songs that are the rage. Then when the clock goes creepin’ round Close to the hour one, Just tell your guests it’s time to go And, Love, your party’s Dunn. Strange Voice, (over telephone)—“Mr. Collins did you leave the lights in the basement?” Mr. Collins “No.” Strange V. “What did you do with them?” Silence. Fay W. “Who gave you the black eye, Fay?” Fay S.—“Nobody gave it to me. I had to fight for it.” Does a tree take it’s trunk when it leaves? c8j Notice to Freshmen! In case of fire, do not run. Green material does not burn. Ex. Important Notice Anyone wishing to interview the Principal will please push the button just outside the door. A little diversion is relished by the best of us. 26

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 If I could find a tree Whereon grew jokes, And had the privilege To sell to folks, I would not sell for gems or gold All would I hold, And with sweet generosity in heart Give to the Dart. Go thou and do likewise. Mr. Craig (speaking friendly-like to Mr. Collins the first morning to school.) What class are you in?” Fred T. (speaking to the cat who wandered in at 12:30 P. M.) ‘‘Kitty it is time you were in bed.” Grace S. (yawning) “I wouldn’t talk if I were you.” Two of our giant Freshmen; Sarah Colby and Victor Visconti. NOT HOW “CHEAP” BUT HOW “GOOD” Wear a Real Tailored suit and you will never be ob- liged to keep out of the rain The new Autumn Styles are ready. Prosser Tailoring Co.

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THE DART “It doesn’t pay to do much talking when You’re mad enough to choke, For the word that stings the deepest Is the word that’s never spoke. Let the other fellow wrangle till the Storm has blown away, Then he’ll do a heap of thinking About the things you didn’t say.” Aurie D. is a girl in our class, She’s a jolly and dear little lass, And the way that she giggles Gives us all the wiggles And makes us all just want to laugh. There once was a fellow named Bill, Who did not believe in free will, When asked to saw wood He’d say, “Yes if I could; But I feel fore-ordained to sit still.” Oh, Sadie’s a sweet little pote, Oh, the jingles and rhymes she has wrote, But the strange thing to me In her anatomee, Is that she doesn’t want to vote. There is a tall Senior named Louie, Who much admires Admiral Dewey, When he stands on the floor You’d declare that a door, Six feet high was too small “Ach Louie.” There’s a girl either Ethel or Jane, As you like it, the reason is plain, If your mad, Ethel L. Is the way, it to spell, If your friends, it is just Ethel Jane. Before Planning for Your Summer Vacation You should investigate The Lake Erie Boys’ Camp, Wah-pe-ton Address C. A. Duff, Ashtabula, Ohio