Berrien Springs High School - Canoe Yearbook (Berrien Springs, MI)

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THE RECREATIONAL PARLOR Thore's a place in our town, as I'm sure you all know. Where most of the schoolboys spend most of their dough. I go there too, but not from a whim, But because Joe Hartman drags me in. It's the sucker of suckers, the nut of the ages. It's the guy who's best friend spends most of his wages. It's a guy whose got sawdust where his brains ought to be—- In one lousy word, it's a screwball named—me. Joe Arnold FLEAS Adam Had 'em. Harry Herman We run for a table and turn on the light; We reach for the same cue and each hold on tight! He pulls and I pull, ah! a great tug-of-war, We both let go and it falls to the floor. Joe picks it up, but a tip it does lack, He looks for Joe Douglas and then puts it back. Joe grabs a new cur9, a fine trusty pine. He says it's his break and I say it's mine. We flip a penny; it turns up his heads And Joe aims with great skill while the worst I do dread. He hits the one soundly with a heartrending crack And pockets the fifteen—alas and alack! He grins to both ears and says, Boy am I hot! And pulls back again to make a sure shot; He rams his cue forward for a sickening hit, And we find that the green has a thirteen inch slit. Joe looks at me meekly and asks, Now what will I do? Joe Douglas behind him says, Pay for it you! Joe Hartman he says, I ain't got no dough. So who pays the greenbacks? I'm sure you all know.

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Caught off guard . . . Ernie When it comes to girls Emie is always there. Maybe it is the curls Or his wavy hair. He played football As a guard in the line. Today he is flirting in the hall With anyone who likes that kind. —Ken Robbins MEN Men are dead When they are wed Some say, But I say They just begin To live that day. Some men are happy When they are wed Some say, But I say They will soon Regret that day. Some men are suckers When they are wed Some say, But I say I really agree with them. Bill Kettlehut Marschke Marschke is a poet And he doesn't know it. But his feet show it— They are Longfellows. Ernie Brohman WINTERTIME Wintertime is here again, And with it comes the snow; The snow is like a per-' feet gem Of pure whiteness, that I know. The trees and posts are covered with ice, The tracks in the road are new, I like winter best of all, Do you like winter too? —Barbara Cooper Twenty