Bourbon High School - Python Yearbook (Bourbon, IN)

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riffs THE PYTHON '21 00000606000 OOOOOOOOOOOOOO 60009009000OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Jokes or Funny Compositions ODE TO THE ORCHESTRA. Hey diddle, diddle Old Butch played the fiddle, Foe's cheeks puffed up like a balloon, .. The xelephone talked, Fred's cornet balked, While the piano ran away with the tune. Velma- Did you know that women al- ways follow men in styles. Hine- That isn't so. They don't wear trousers. Velma- But they wear the next thing to it. Miss Porter- Louis, sing that again, please. I think you're a little 063' Louise- I know I am. FIVE WAYS TO BUILD UP A GOOD HIGH SCHOOL SPIRIT. 1. Don't yell for the teams. You might hurt your voice. 2. Don't buy an annual. Read some one else's. Be a sponge. 3. Always tell how bad the team is going to get beat. Be a pessimist. 4. Don't go to the Senior Lecture course. You might go broke. 5. Never attend the basket ball games. It costs a quarter. You might help the teams. -Anon The time is much too near at hand, When we'll leave old Bourbon High. On the threshold of the school we stand, Where all our memories lie. The good times that we've had. here We never can forget, And when we leave our friends so dear Memories will haunt us yet. In fifteen years from now perhaps We'll sit before some firelight glow And gazing deep into the ilames Will dream of times we used to know. We'll look The Python's pages o'er And think of those we've long forgot, And classmates, teammates, others too, And former sweethearts, like as not. And basket ball and base ball too And lots of hard fought games we've won And foolish pranks we played in school And lots of dearly paid for fun. But why should I go rhyming so, And look back at times which are so near This time is the best we'll ever know, So let's enjoy it while it's here. 0 oononoooo oooooonoo

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THE PYTHON '21 sooooooooooooooovoooooooo-ooooaoooooooooooooooooooooo Jokes or Funny Compositions THAT WICKED EYE. By Virgil Hatfield. We have some teachers in our school Who force you to obey the rule By that wicked eye. When a fellow chances to whisper It's look out mister For that wicked eye. It peers through the room Casting a shadow of gloom That wicked eye. To some it brings fame To others it bears shame But to me it's always the same That wicked eye. Now I must close, The cause, let's suppose- Is that wicked eye. He- May I kiss your hand? She-fLifting veil!- My gloves are on. ,.l...l..i- Velma- I can't put on that proposition. Mr. Parker-fThinking of his villun's part in the ..opperettaJ-Curses ..on ..yehl Foiled. Foiled. Foiled. oooooooooo oooooooo ooo Page Eighteen Demmy- after a date with a sophmore girly- See that chalk dust on my coat collar? Hine- Sure Demmy- Well that ain't chalk dust. li...-.i Wasn't customary to- Look pleasant when you're not exempted -but it has been done. or to ask the teacher for demerits -but it has been done. or for a wild senior boy to take out three girls in one night -but it has been done. or to limp after you have been vaccinated -but it has been done. or to go to sleep and fall out of your seat in school -but it has been done. or for a handsome junior boy to go steady with five diierent girls at once -but it has been done. or to go clear to Churubusco to see a girl -but it has been done. or for Bourbon to trim Plymouth --but it has been done. ' Ferguson-- Did the British charge more than once at Bunker Hill ? Katherine- Yes, they had three wars there. L,i --1 He- Yes, she got married last week. She- Who was the happy man? He- Her father. Demmy- I was to a good show at the Orpheum in South Bend last night. Bulshy- Zat right. What did they have on yesterday? Demmy- Not much of anything. . Mother- At last that fellow has gone home. Did you say good night to him? Daughter- No mamma. I-er-I didn't just say it. 77 ,iii-- Ferguson-- Now why Zelma, did Wash- ington go to New York at this time? Zelma-iThinking of 'The Village Black- smithfj-To see a show, I guess. iii-i-1 Miss S t a h l-Qexasperatedj- L o u i s e Turner you don't know anything. Louise- Why don't you tell me something I don't know. e ' ' T'

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THE PYTHON '21 O00OOOOOOOQOOOQOOOOQOQOOOOOOOOQOQOOOOOOOQOOOOOOOOQG Class Will We, the high and mighty seniors of the class of 1921, knowing that we will soon leave our dear high school, and not wishing to see our talents and other necessary articles left to wither and die, do proclaim this our last will and testament on the first day of March I. DanieTD. Corl, do will and bequeath my fragant ink bottle of dead flies to Raleigh Sellers, who being a ladies' man, should appre- ciate perfume. I, Josephine Keller, do bequeath my ability to giggle at any and all times to Mary Jane Marvell. I, Katherine Vink, do bestow upon Miss Letha Weissert my beauti- ful curly hair, my temper and my wavering disposition, knowing she is most capable of taking good care of them. I, Ula M. Holdread, do bequeath my seat next the window and my marks to Eleanor Delp knowing she desires all kinds of marks, I, Virgil C. Hatfield, do hereby bequeath my angelic mood and ability to refrain from profanity to Arnold P. Spencer, deaming him a fitting receptacle for such. s I, Audra O. Harman, hereby bequeath my height to Berchard Welch. I, Zelma Ecker, do bequeath my prophetic ability to Helen Zinn and my hack of the latest model to Ollie B. Smith. I, Gen. Wood, do hereby bequeath and will my position as floor walker of B. H. S. to Dorothy Rittinger. I, Esther Neidig, do hereby bequeath and will my stationery and ability to write letters to Bee Hillis, who, no doubt, may use it in her South Bend business UD correspondence. I, Willa Watson, do hereby give and bequeath to Raleigh Sellers my excellent grades in Physics, thinking they should not leave said family. ' Page Twenty