Bedford High School - Torch Yearbook (Bedford, IA)

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the Dorothy P: Lavelle, do they have monkeys in Hawaii? Lavelle K.: No, Dorothy, they halve I-it.le Hawaiians. Allcen G: You told me that your father was smothered to death under 'shower bath. Florence L: Yes, he was holding 'his nose and forgot to let it go. Dean. Wihite in Dick Fuller's Resliuarant: Say, restuarants don't make nuch money on butter, do they? YOU Dick F: Neither do cows. Ames L.: Why is ea 'lazy dog like a h1ill? Wayne C.: I surrender. Ames: A slow pup. Prof. in Economics: Charles, you're the most valuable boy in class. Charlie C.: How'S that, Prof. Prof.: Well, you .Salk in your sleep and so keep the other boys awake. Can't study in the fall Gotta iplay footiball, Can't study in the wlinller Gotta play basket ball, Can't study inthe spring G01 it-a play baseball Can't study in the summer Gotta girl. -Jack T. John Meikle: What's your reason for drilving a car? Frederick W.: Phyllis, Ella, Eula, Marguerite, Biaibef' Jack T.: And what are men, after all, my dear? Jerry R.: Women, honey: t,hey're after tall women. Prugh: I've got fa terrible sore in my mouth. Dick C.: Wha.i.'s the matter? Prugh: Ulcer, I jliist don't know. Teacher, who was expounding hey theories on conscience: What :Dells when you have done something wrong, Claude? - Claude Cquiictlybr Marjoric's face.

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LGS Ruth Reece: Maxine, how are you ,getting along with your dieting? Sishue W: O'h! things are ibeginning to shalpie up. George H: Hosanina'? Donald Good-en: Dunno never heard of her. Babe Hook: Cconfidentiallyj I thin-k necking vis re-pu'lsfive. Ruth Mefikle: I don't like it either. Babe: Shake, sister, w1e're both liars. If you are Scotch don't boast about it, you are wasting your breath. You take vdhe cake, remarked Paul Leonard one day as he cleaned his pipe. Coach Mo-eller: Why don't you let Toby go out for track. Are you afraid that he will hurt himself? Mr. Trumlbo: No, I don't want him to go with that fast crowd. Miss Burner: Cin Freshman English' classj Aim I s-peaking loud enough? John Foley: Sure I can't even sleep. Miss Jackson: Cin Geoimetryb Charles how many sides has a circle? Charles Thompson: Two. Miss Jackson: What are they? Chas: Csarcasticallyj Ousi-de and inside. Margaret Menzies: Do you know why Adam was one of itihe first radio fans? ,Sishue W: I'l'l bite, why Margaret: He :made a loud slpeakeiy- out of his swpare paris. Lawrence W.: What 'become of that lfellow with the wooden leg that was rushing you '? Beatrice Henderson: 1 .broker 'it ol. Jigrgs: Do you vknow Harold, that the Prince of Wales and his brother, Prince Albert, are not allowed to go up in a balloon together? Harold Crane: No, why? Jsiggs: Because England doesn't want no put all her eggs in one basket.

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Lrs Lavelle Kuhn-CPhysieal Torture student. in reply to the questionj : How do you take a -breathing exercise? Replied: Lie flat on your back on the bed, fold your arms on your chest and expire. Billy: Does Jack have the mumps on boilh sides? Ruth: I suppose, inside and outside. Agriculture Student, Crane: I never kissed a girl in my life, May I kiss you? Home E-conomircs Girl, Gayle Reynolds: What -do y-ou think this is, an agricultural experiment station? It won't be long now, said the little dog as the train ran over his tail. Freshie: Huh? Soph: What? Junior: Pardon me? Senior: I did? noi, heal- the question. Pos-t Graduate: I did IlOt-C.O1TllD'1'ChC'Dd the tI1'l'Gr21I1IDg of the interrogation. Marjorie Herriott: D0n't you love driving Claude Rankin: Yes, bfut We are in town yet. Tlzrce Stages of a Gi1'l's Life: Frieiiicllship-Courtitship-Battlesliip. First day in Physics: Florence Long: Zip, Zip, the gas is leaking. Beth Brant: Aw, put a plan under it. It wonit hurt anything. Stick: Hey, there, don't spit on the floor. Freshy: Smatter? Floor leak? Inez Straight: Muissl Busby, t'here's a li..1tle girl outside with a case of fallen arches. ' f - ' ' ' Nurse Busby: I don't want -anybody today 'but tell her to 'leave .the case and I'll look them over. Chas. G: Cat football practice the firss! nightj Foley, those are the goal posts. John Foley: No, Charles, them posits ain't gold.