Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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There once was a senior- - I Wonit tell you Who- He had so many studies He didn't know What to do. Not a lesson he got, For he Went for a call, But next morning he bohned As he came up the hall. Rain, rain, Go away, Come again Another dayg Party, fairy, Rain-that means A carriage and that Costs three beans. Poor little freshman, how do you do? O, I've been to the office to see Ballou, Well, What did. you do that you Were sent there? I Whispered, O my, but he gave me a scare! Fugate was a Sophomore, no bigger than your thumb, You could put him in an inkwell and still there Would. be room. I'll sing you a song, It's not Very long, It is a song of sorrowg A Soph. made a pun On Knott-it is done, And his funeral is tomorrow. You have such a February face, so full of storm, of frost, of clotdiness.-Lisle Tilley.

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Did Cicero Chew Tobacco? AN TE CONSPIRATIONEM. Tantum tumulum, Cicero, in facies tuae la.tere! dixit Catalina illo oratori illustri mane in senatu. Turn Cicero ei parricidae sic respondit, Quid est, Cata- lina. Et ad praesentem ille sermo de Cicerone dicitur. Who ? Who is it fights With me each day? And disagrees from all I say ? And vows it is some other Way? Maude Houghton. GC Who is it says, Do so and so? . And bids me on her errands go? Whether I'n1 Willing to or no? Maude Houghton. Who is it loves her Greek so Well? And hates the 11:15 bell With vehernence that none can tell? Maude Houghton. Who Wants the Window open Wide . While I sit shivering beside? O, naughty, wilful, little maid GJ Maude Houghton. -D. W., '99. Bicycle Cameos. Sharp tack, 1 Punctured tire, Walk back, Maiden's ire. Soft youth, Badly smitten, Told truth, Got mitten. +D. W., '99.

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How angel-like he sings America. -Mr. Roi- Striving to better oft we mar what's well.-Florence Winans. To those who know thee not no words can paint, And those who know thee know all words are faint. -Miss Duffy. What an eye she has! An inviting eye, and yet methinks right modest.-Josephine Wright. What statute is she of? Just as high as my heart.-Edith Potter. Some of us will smart for it.-Grind Editors. For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.-Fresh man. Let the singing singers, With vocal voices, most vociierous, In sweet vociferation out-vociferize E'en sound itself. -Seniors. The big round tears cours'd one another down his in- nocent.nose, in piteous chase.--Mr. Knott. 'Cause I's wicked, I is. Its mighty wicked anyhow, I can't help it.-Lilian Fisher, '99. f Like two single gentlemen rolled into one.-Loren Emery-Art Fiske. f The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.-Norma Chambers. She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will and yet was never loud. -Jean Huston, '00. Quality, not quantity.-Florence Irons. Guess at her years, I prithee.--Emily Eggenian. I am a sweet-faced youth.-Forster, '0O. Do not say that I did it, shake not thy gory locks at me.-Grind Editor.