Buckhannon High School - Rhododendron Yearbook (Buckhannon, WV)

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.-is L. The 'Rhododendron 1924 l!!! - k T Mr YJ FAVORITE EXPRESSIONS Martha Drummond- Have you seen Squawky? Kathryn Lawton- Ye-es? Lefty Hamrick- Hop Kon! Donna Thomas- Shut my mouth! George Dixon- D'you still love me? Mary Helen Lawson- Got a vanity, anybody? Edith Wilson- Aw, shut up! Anna Kiddy- Gee, but I'm hungry! Mary Lee Fisher- Qu--it! Pete Swisher Qin typewritingl- May I go to the library a minute? fwonfe der whyf-'D Helen Rohobough- Any of you got a comb? Archetta Mathews- O, those eyes of his! Lillian Quertinmont fin French!- I haven't any paper. Thelma 'West- I don't believe that! Angeline Price- Where's Smith? Isaac Lewis- Got your geometry? Gladys Zickefoose- I don't know. Carl Hoylman- Bet you a nickle! Joe I-lolyman-- I-Ie! He Ain't that funny? Percy Zickefoose- Want to go for a ride? Nellie jones fin typewritingl: Have an eraser? John Fowlces- C-ee! I'm afraid Mrs. Scott will call on me. CWonder why?l Wayman Bennett-UAW! Get out! Bernard Murray4 l-low do I know? Carroll Avington-- D'you think so? u V V VNV at at sy , Prof. Brooks fwho had absent-mindedly donned Margaret's hall: How remarka- ble it is that the first touch of spring immediately transforms humanity into happy, smiling beings! Z2 SE 53 Miss Byrd: Heredity is a powerful thing. We inherit the tendencies that were a part of our ancestors. Boo Travis: Some of my ancestors must have been drunkards, then. I'm thirsty, may I get a drink ? QE QE it A teacher told her pupils to bring in sentences the following day, using the words defense, defeat and detail ' The next morning one little fellow proudly handed her his paper. It read like this: De feet of de cat, went over de fence, and de tail followed. 53 EE QE Miss Darnall fin Biologylz Lois, where do bugs go in the winter? Lois Young: Search me. l9Sl

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Y ... 'Cho Qhododoodfoo 1924 i N ,J NO EXCHANGE Farmer: Be this the Woman's Exchange? Woman: Yes Farmer: Be ye the woman? Woman: Yes Farmer: Well, then, I think I'll keep Maggie. -The Vancouver Daily Province. QE 52 is HEARD IN ECONOMICS Miss Snodgrass: Do you ever see co-operation in the class room? Murl Reed Cafter a long, thoughtful pausel: Yes, in tests. J , How strange if mould be ij'- Poot would keep awake in class. Murl Reed would turn out to be a ladies' man. Ramus Holtz could not talk. Hick Hamrick did not love all the girls. There never was any one loaflng in the hall. Nick had oriental eyes. Jim English was not popular among the ladies. Gale was not a flirt. Peanut was not a bluffer. Darrell Rarden would say something when he talks. Hay would stay away from Hoover's. Minter Young could stay in class a whole period. Lucille Murray could drive a Ford. Mary Waugh wouldn't vamp all the boys. WHO'S WHO In days of old, when boys were bold, And girls held their swayg A boy so brave, in B. H. S., Sang merrily his lay: My love is short and fair, My love has bobbed hair, And eyes so blue, and heart so true, I'll forgive her, her shingled hair. And if, in a basket-ball game, I'd die, I know she'd sigh, I know she'd cry. And who are we? I'll let you guess! Her name is --ii -ll- And mine is li -if l97l Q

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ay Us ,, The 'Rhododendron 1924 I DID YOU EVER HEAR? Edward Bratt: Deed, Mr. Brooks, I'm really too sick to be in school. French Hyre: Does any one know what the motion is to be? Or how it should be worded? Darrell fin one of his famous argumentsjz No, I don't think it could ever be that way, and I have a lot of proof over in my room. Squawky fto lVIr.Brooks, after question had been read three timesjz What did you say the number of that question was before the last one? Miss Snodgrass: I don't care a continental what you say, public sentiment goes a long way in everything. Mr. Bonar Cl0:45 chemistryl: Hurry up and get out of here, I want to go to town before dinner. Lucille: Do you have a pencil I could borrow, Mr. Brooks? Mr. Brooks: Where is your notebook to-day? A STRANGE SITUATION One evening while coming home from work, I met one of my classmates. He was walking by himself, but nevertheless, he was talking. He seemed to be arguing both sides of a debate. Thinking this rather strange, I stopped and asked him what he was talking about. He told me that he oiled his brain every morning, and that he had let the oil can slip. This, he said, had set the pivot, which the tongue turns on, working and he couldn't get it stopped. As I looked amazed at him, he explained the whole matter to me. which was something like this: When I was a small boy, I was always timid and afraid to talk. Every time I thought of something to say, my tongue would seem to stick and refuse to move. In fact, I had no talent along any line. One day a man came to our home. He was selling Pig Oil which he said would remove all rust from the brain. He stated, also, that with the use of this oil I could do whatever I wished. He then explained that the brain controlled every move of the body and that whenever I used this oil and got the rust removed from my brain I would be great. I bought a bottle of this remedy and a drill. The drill was to bore holes through my skull in order that the oil could reach my brain. The drilling was rather painful, but the instant the oil touched my brain I felt that I had become a great man. I could dance, sing, talk, play the saxophone, and do any- thing else I wished. I have five small holes in my head: one above each ear which seems to oil the tongue-because it is loose at both ends: one in the front of my brain, controls the mus- cles of my face: one in the center of my head, oils the section of the brain which controls the arms, and the other in the lower back of my head, controls the muscles of my legs. Each morning I place one drop of oil in each hole and then adjust a cork in each to prevent the oil from running out. If I am going to make a speech, I add an extra drop of oil in the holes above the ears and an extra one in the hole in the center of my head to aid me in making gestures: and if I have a date afterwards I add two extra drops. If I am wishing to vamp some girl, I put an extra drop in the hole in the front of my skull: if dancing, an extra one in the hole in the back of my head. Because of doing this, I am sometimes called a minister and at other times a bootlegger. In fact, I can be either. The only strange thing about this, he said, is that whenever any subject is being discussed, I take the opposite side of the question, regardless of the way I think. I99l I