Las Animas High School - Trojan Yearbook (Las Animas, CO)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL By Hazel Lamont and Beatrice Chandler. We, the Senior Class of Bent County High School, Bent County, State of Colorado, being of lawful age, of sound mind and memory, and not under restraint, do hereby make, publish and declare this our last will and testament. To “Bill’ we bequeath the full right of keeping all fussers off the steps and out of the halls. To Miss Rosen we give all the love which our young and tender hearts are capable of giving. To Miss Kepler we give life-long license to interrupt anyone when they are expressing their opinion concerning the very picturesque scenes of the Mexican Districts in the Southern and Northern part of town. To the following Juniors we will give separately, and collectively the privilege hereafter designated. (1) To Mary Umberger, her choice between a pair of hip boots and a ruffle for her dress. (2) To Stanley Zerbe, a box of axle grease to help him slide through school easier. (3) To Sophia Mills, a stop watch and a dictionary. The stop watch to serve as a reminder not to spend too much time talking about nothing, and the dictionary to enable her to find different words with which to express the same idea several times. (4) To Dean Tinker, Lester Hickman, and J. T. Williams, an automatic three nozzle drinking fountain with its own supply of wrater to keep them cool during the heated arguments. (5) To Margaret Lamont, her sister’s sweet disposition (?). (6) To Elsie Carlson, the right to have her own way in everything . (7) To Peter Crompton, Charles Smith’s place as class joke. (8) To Frank Vandiver, Mary and her dog. (9) To Effie Campbell, an imaginary position as vice-president in a. humane society, which position she has earned through her heroic efforts at reforming men. (10) To George Powell, the privilege of being the fussingest fusser of the class of '19. To the Juniors we will devise one-half of the surplus pep of the clas of ’18. To the Freshmen, we do will and direct that one large and handsome evergreen tree should be ceded to them and placed in the southwest corner

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“Thirdary’ education. We are now ready to go forth upon the highway of life, College or Civil. Some of us will sail along smoothly for a time, and then have a blowout; some of us will plug along on two cylinders, at length catching up with number One; some of us will get into ruts and be unable to get out; some of us will mire down, but let us hope that the rest may get quickly and safely through. JOKES AND NEAR JOKES “How many turns does the world make in one day son?” “You can’t tell till you seen the morning paper.” Percy Dobbins: “Won’t you take my seat, Miss Miner ?” Miss Miner: “No thanks, Percy—I have been skating all afternoon and I am tired of sitting down.” Chemistry professor: “We will now take poison.” . Zerbe: “Go to it, and good luck to you.” Jackson, (the Chief or the Annual Staff) : “What is Miss Watson’s age?” George Gruber: “I can’t tell you, she says she is thirty odd.” Jackson: “Then its better than an even bet that it is thirty nine.”

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of the campus, to remind them of their respective condition. We also give, devise, and bequeath to our own beloved principal, Mr. Muir, and our more than dear faculty, the joy of our absence, to be used when, where, or how they deem it best. Lastly, we do appoint as executors of this our last will and testament: Miss Nicholson and Miss Harlan. The former because she has so faithfully taught us to sing the very new and popular song, “Holy, Holy. Holy.” The latter because we feel sure she will have on hand a plentiful supply o Potassium Cyanide in case any of us should survive the above mentioned song. It witness thereof we hereby set our grimy hands and seals on thi' 26th day of April, 1918. JOKES AND NEAR JOKES Frank Jackson: “Now that I am abbut to be an alumnus I want a chance to begin at the bottom and work to the top.” George Gruber: “So do I but I could only find a job of digging post holes so I fear I can’t raise much.” . Hazel Lamont: “Kenneth, what is a stag party?” Kenneth: “Er-ah that is—er I mean—Oh sure it’s a party where they stagger.” Prof. Muir: and a putout?” Byron Wick: “What is the only thing that resembles both a knockout “A walk-out.” George Gruber recently made another advancement in penmanship as he now can make his capital H look a little like a crawfish.