Caruthersville High School - Cotton Blossom Yearbook (Caruthersville, MO)

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THEIR FAVORITE SONGS Dow Edgerton—I’ve Lived, I’ve Loved, I’m Satisfied. Lawrence Comet—They Go Wild, Simply Wild Over Me. Hattie Cunningham—Think of Me Little Daddy. Bob Cunningham—You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down. Cluster Masdon—Ain’t Gonna Give You None of My Jelly Roll. Winfield Webb—A Fool There Was. John Cunningham—Slow and Easy. Pauline Masdon—A Woman Gets Tired of One Man All the Time. Roberta Pollock—You’d Be Surprised. Connie Curtner—How You Gonna Keep ’em Down On the Farm. Paul Roberts—You Can Have It, I Don’t Want It. Marguerite Bloker—Beale Street Shimmy. Grace Babcock—Some Girls Do, Some Girls Don’t, Some Girls Will, Some Girls Won’t. Gwendolyn Hughes—I’m Always Building Castles in the Air. Laura Belle Shepard—The Vamp. Margaret Browning—It Takes A Long Tall Brownskin Gal. Freddie Kelly—Where the Black Eyed Susans Grow. Georgia Miller—Whispering. Beth Huntley—Mendelssohn’s Wedding March. Lillian Shaw—A Young Man’s Fancy. Nell Stancil—Nellie Was a Lady. Mildred Elliott—Sweet Mamma, Pappa’s Getting Mad. John Parks—Get Out and Get Under. Tom Markey—Sweetest Little Feller. Robert Hawkins—Sweet Genevieve. Laverne Smith—There’s A Little Bit of Bad In Every Good Little Girl.

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PAULINE MASDON L “With perfect taste in dress but a badly bitted tongue. Basket Ball. Glee Club. Annual Staff. BOB CUNNINGHAM “Read ’em and weep. Foot Ball. Basket Ball. MARGUERITE BLOKER “With a thirst for information and a greater thirst for praise. Basket Ball. Glee Club. Dramatic Club. Annual Staff.

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SENIOR’S ADVICE ON LEAVING HIGH SCHOOL IF you want to be in the kind of a school Like the kind of a school you like, You needn't pack your clothes in a grip And start on a long, long hike. You’ll only find what you left behind For there’s no school that’s really fine Unless each one pulls with a right good will. And every one gets into line. Live schools are not made by fellows afraid Lest a little work they do. If every one lifts and nobody leans You can put the old school through. School pep and school spirit you must have, The “punch” that makes things go. In Algebra, Science and English, too, Some progress each day must show. And so, while we go to our places beyond, We'll leave this little word true— It’s a knock at yourself when you knock your school; It isn’t your school, it’s you. —J. E. H ------O------ JTJNIOR-SENIOR PARTY The Seniors had almost given up the Junior Bunch as hopeless when—lo and behold, they received an “invite:” In “out-of-date” costumes Come meet us in our Gym, etc. That was enough. Not even a wintry night with the streets little rivers of snowy slush could deter the Seniors from enjoying such an unlooked for opportunity. If laughing makes one grow fat, we should have put on a lot of avoirdupois that evening. For instance take Nell Stancil. Now, of course, Nell has studied Geometry else in her portrayal of an old maid she could not have eliminated all the curves and and left only the angles. Then there was Hattie. What she had on I don’t know. But I do know that the shoulders were padded and that the skirt didn’t end but kept going right on------. Marguerite Bloker, of course, was young and her dress was short, and her ? ? ? came below her dress and were trimmed in lace. And Ella Wright’s kilts—um! uh! How she had accomplished it, the “Spectator” doesn’t know. But anyway, right then and there, the boys invented a “baby stare” that