Carbon High School - Carbon Yearbook (Price, UT)

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Mr. Bithel: Give me a short definition of a polygonf, Andrew E.: A polygon is a dead parrot? fi! Freshman R e p 0 r t e r: Miss Heinlein, there is my Carbon re- port. Miss Heinlein: What have you written on?3' Reporter: On one side of the paperf, 'Q:5 No man,s opinion is entirely worthless. Even a watch that won't run is right twice a day. 'ifi 33 What is Boston noted for? Boots and shoesf' Correct. And Chicago?,, Shoots and'Booze. 'T X5 Joyce McKinnon: Where do all the bugs go in winter?,' Vincent H.: Search me. J. M.: No, thanks. I just wanted to knowf, fic! Mr. Clsonz I started out with the thought that the world had an opening for me. Miss Floyd: t'And you found it? Mr. Olson: Well, ratherg I'm in the hole nowf' Page II9 Q'Miss Mulliner, what in the world is the matter? I just got out of the hospital- I was operated on for appen- dicitisf' 'tWhat's that got to do with the lump on your head? A lot. They ran out of ether. fix! Mr. Bowns touring Europe on his leave of absence did not for- get the one he left behind. His son received a card from Sparta say- ing: This is the cliff from which the Spartans used to throw their defective children. Wish you were heref, 'QRS a a Judge: What's the charge? Victim: 'II-Ie stole my Austin, the pickpocket! fgef Mrs. Jones: Isn,t this an ideal spot for a picnic dinner? Merrill Ellis: 'lIt must be. Fifty million insects can't be wrongf, 73 fix! In days of old, when nights were cold, It took two fleeces from the foldg To dress a lady fair. But in these days of jazz and bob, A little silk worm does the job: With time galore to spare. a . -,V . - Q. gy:-, f , if i t gi f- ' F 7 biz Fi 1 ii? f fir- idl- ,. A . 5 41 Y- in 4 'Yi' 335: 1321 K X jst if, 'U F, ' f-:Q ilk .. r Ext iw., W, Wt .lf . lie? ' its I 13 , K 8 , . Y' - 1.

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Variety Ohoo, dread bid nansy-wan- sies. Hap, did those Vernal milk maids remind you of your roaming hands? A few exercises to develop self protection-Miss Smith certainly knows humanity. Watch your step, boys. Just a bashful couple await- ing the minister. Have you noticed the Bible? A group of oriental maids. Who says we don't have Variety in our assemblies? So, in a short time we found where the smell of rotten eggs was coming from. Well, I'll be derned-if it isn't Hap and Tilda. Where,s Madge? Page l2l ,f . 4 1 -.wa 4, '. fm. 4 ,, ,U .., . r , xl- ..f-1 f i f x t . ii 1 - papp V , A r, 'X .4 , ' L W is ,U .. It , 5 '15 N-ip A 2 . 4. ,..: my i y 33 D I if--Y I 5 771,-Ji i all tisa 9 ' i Q59 EV if ,qi , ' 5? ' ry, , l 1691 5'2 bbw. Ffa 3-y - .-