Bedford High School - Torch Yearbook (Bedford, IA)

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Las Mr. Herriott: What are you and Claude doing down there? Marjorie: We're going to play 'Sweet Kisses' on the phonograph, father. Mr. Herriott: Well, wou-ldn't you just as soon use iihe davenfport, in- stead? I'm afraid two might ibe rather .heafvy on the phonograph. Mr. Hendren: When was the radio first operated in America? Jack T.: When Paul Revere Hbroadcast on one plug. Babe: May II try on that rose colored eve-ning dress in the Window? Saleslady: You'd better :go to the dressing room. Dorothy Patch: When: imy mother was three years old, she fell from a third story window. Freshie: Did she die? Miss Burner in Spanish Class: Why don't you answer me? Howard G.: I did. I shook my head. -Miss Bu.rner: But you donft expecuti me to helar it rattle away up here. do you? Moeller to .his class: I aim going to speak on liars today. 'How many of you read the twenty-fifth chapler of the text? - Nearly every student raised his ihand. I Moeller: Good! You are the very group to whomel wish to speak. There is no twenty-'fifth ehalpterf' The part of the auto that causes more accidents than any other is the nwt. that -holds the steering Wheel, .Miss Evans: What wvord is the opposite to misery? Class: Happiness, Miss Elvanisz What is the opposite of woe ? Cl.ass: Giiddap. Thad Stewart: Do 1 need a 'hair cult? Harley Stephens: Oh, that'S it, I thought you 'had a fur cap on. John Meikle: I think there is something dovelike about you. Babe: Now really? John: Sure, you're pigeon-toed.

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L.,S Professor to Harlan M. in thundering tones: Silt down! Harlan: Where shall I .s.i.iu? Prof.: On your thumb. Harlan Cdejectedlylz I can't, there's a nail on it. If you can't laugh at the jokes of the age, laugh at the age of the jokes. Toby iC.: George, your dog seems to be in pain. I ,H George: No, sulh, he ain't in pain. He's just: lazy. Toby: But surely he must 'be suffering, or he wouldn'iz howl like that. George: Jes'vp1'um1blaziness, jes, laziness: he's sittin' on a thistle. Elinor T.: How mulch do you earn, dear? Chuncky: About 351500 a year. Elinor: But we can't live on that! Chuncky: Oh, ibut I get paid 2B7000. Vera Dougherty: Is my face dirty, or is it my imagination? Helen Dorr: I dion't know ab-out your imagination, but your face is clean. Did for last Joe P.: Charles, where's that good looking stenog. you had last Week? Charles Huff: She -caught me kissing my wife and left without notice. Frank Greenlee: Remember the girl we heard sling thel other night? you like her ob'bli'gato? Wayne Gooden: I 'don't know. She didnfi turn. around. Charles Greenlee: Ther-e's something I've 'been wanting to say to you a long time. Gayle Reynolds: Ycs? Cencounaginglyj. Charles: You've got a fblaiclk .spot on your nose-soot, I think. Mr. Rankin: I'll t-each you to kiss my daughter. Frederick W.: You're too late. I've learned already. Harold MeNees: Where .hhe Sam Hill is that funny paper? Donald Scherick: This isnft Sunday. I told you not to 'flake that bath night.