Bedford High School - Torch Yearbook (Bedford, IA)

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13 'ZfX,f7.ff fi .,- , ,-fp . ,,-,V g W fi - fi J ge Laffin' Dust WANT ADS LOST-Sixty pounds in the last six months. Finder please return and receive reward-Nelle Hensley. HEARSES-N ew invention for a hearse, people are dying to ride in them. WAN TED-A chauffeur to drive nails--Russell Gant. l it -it Anxious Senior- Do I pass, or, do I pass away? 46 -39 -It I've been a good fellow, Earned all I spent Paid all I borrowed, Lost all I lent. I want to know how to unroll at this school. -Harold Blane. -K' I- 'I' WORDS WE HEAR EVERY DAY Girls, get right out of the hall and stay out. Let's skip, no one will be the wiser. Less noise and more Work. When are the annuals coming out? Got any more gum? - I wish the bell would ring. We'll have discipline in this class now, once and forever. and that's all to itf' Now the situation is this- 'X' 66 'Bt We wonder if- Wayne Clark will ever quit drawing pictures. Marjorie Smith will ever quit studying. Jean Daugherty will ever quit dancing. Buford Auten will ever quit stuttering. Helen Mathews will ever quit giggling. Kenneth Chilcote will ever quit orating. Donald Williams will ever quit yelling for B. H. S. Ruth Gunson will ever quit picking away on her type- writer. - 56 '36 45 Teacher- Name the Tudorsf' Bright Pupil- Front door and Back door. 'IP -It 'X- Russel Polton asks- Could the dreams of a dreamer come true? ,417 fe X- Qf'frf2:5 N' I 1 ai J.. eff 5 I 3 . Q-NX Page Sixty-four l

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i f fi ,W XX ole- 1- 11- mtg, Z - Prophecy F or--Girls of '25 Somewhere in this record is Written, The prophecy of the boys- But compared with our girls' ambitions They are considered the simplest toys. This record may reach from earth to heaven, And maybe not that far, But let us make their prophecy Before they've crossed the bar. Ruby Jones 'tis likely, a school 'mom' will be, And she says- Nelle Hensley is patterning after me. Beulah Philips will probably head the 'Normal Training Club ', While Angeline VVl11lJG1'111l.ltG will govern her mother 's old Wash tub. Thelma Meikle will sing in Paris, before the lasses fair, And Betty Wynne with pleasu1'e, will be combing her hubby 's hair. Marjorie Smith will in tl1e president 's cabinet reside, W'lxile Ople VVil1tG1'Il.11lll17S voice, will ring in the senate wide. Luella Martin with honor will take the stenographers chair. And Bertha Campbell in business will try to do her share. Mary Gant's proud fame will be heard the world round, When Marie Kent gets her hubby, the lost will sure be found. Arvilla Burch will be another school 'mom' great, But Maude Foley will try to hold an office of the state. Ruth Gunson is going to be the beauty of them all, Blanche Hartman will spend her time trying to get small. Mildred is another Hartman, she'd like to be small, too, But Flavia Hopson says, It's the wrong thing for to do. Constance Jones will make a wonderful Red Cross Nurse, And Opal Layman will own a white and haunted house. Helen Mathew must eat more to keep from getting poor, I also think Marjorie Meikle should eat a little more. Mae Miller will probably learn more about debate, But Ruth Parrish so brave, will guard the Golden Gate. Anna Stewart will live a cowgirl's lonesome life, Bessie Stoner will be some good old farmer 's wife. Wlien Minnie Talkington gets to be so strong and tall, She'll no doubt wonder why, Hazel Weingarth is so small. Now Ruby Woodya1'd, 'tis likely, will never have to strive, But Cloris Rush will be the last in the Class of '25, Should this prophecy all turn out to be the facts, It would make Bedford able to exist on carpet tacks. The prophecy for some is very great For others it may be less, But girls, don 't wait till it 's too late, A To start on the road of progress. V. B. L. . lugs, Im ,,. -4...u,pLg-ppp? Page Siiity-three

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I f'Jfif'f'1f7 f .1g7vv fQ:: X h 4 V aim: l milf-- 1-u ' y ' -,f - ra w -' ------ ', ,fi-v-f 1 - FOUR EPITAPHS Deep Wisdom-swelled head- Brain fever-Heis dead. ' A Senior False, fair one-hope fled- Heart-broken-He's dead. A Junior Was a sport-'tis said- Out of money-I-Ie's dead. A Sophomore Milk famine-not fed- Starvation-I-Ie's dead. A Freshman Freshle- Say, what do you think I am, a lamp post? Sophie- No, you aren't bright enough for that. Teacher fsternlyl- What were you laughing at? Clarence M.- I Wasn't laughing, ma'amg my complexion puckered that's all. 'X' X- -D? HEARD IN ALGEBRA CLASS MISS Bartles- William, how much are 4 and 6? William Aiton- Eighteen, I DON'T Some fellows fuss most all the time They think that females are sublime. I don't They look with pleasure on each girl. They learn to knit and how to purl. I don't They come home late at nite Their hair mussed up and shoes a site They speak of girls and much delite. I don't They always Wax poetical When Woman's not reciprocal They love her 'cause she's Whimsical. I don't Some fellows try to shoot-the-chutes And land in breach-of-promise suits. ' I don't You see when all is said and done No girl will have me, no not one You'd think I Wouldn't have much fun. I don't -Paul Gant Wiitf --mmi I W sf IN' -ww ' Page S t f e