Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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.All the great are dying, and I'm not feeling well.-Bryce. Weary, stale, Hat and unprofitable 1-Trig. .A bright, particular star.-Melissa. Oh! as the bee upon the iiower, I hang Upon the honey of thy eloquent tongue. Paddock, '03. There once was a teacher named Vance, Who before his class would prance. With gesticulations And articulations That did all his pupils entrance. But now, time has changed him, perchance, He sits and eyes classes askance, And says, I am here To hold down this 'cheerl ' This peaceable teacher, named Vance. 'Presence of mind is greatly promoted by absence of body.- 'Carl Chase. The lirst shall be last, and the last first.-Ethel Thurstin. The noblest Roman of them all.--Havlicek. English Teacher: Give an example of a violation of purity. ' Small Boy Qpromptlylz Hair-cut! Teacher: How so? Small Boy: Why, isn't it a barbaris1n? Oh, Isador! Oh, Isador, How high aloft his mind does soar ! And though, perchance, he'll be no more The laughing Junior, as of yore, And as a Senior wish to roar, We'll all adore Our Isador If he is A Door ! Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.-Prof. Knott.

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Battered and beaten, weary and worn, Objects of pity, subjects for scorn, But brave in their troubles, Of late and of old, They ever were true To the purple and gold! -,QQ Football Team.. In Cicero and Ovid never use a horse, Take a hansam cab as the real thing, of course. I'll be Frank with you, though 1,111 Forster say That Frank is not in his Norma-1 way. There was a young lady named Jo, With a step royal, queen-like and slow,', Who never thought she Could learn geometree ! Oh, that wierd young lady named Jo ! ! Art- Save a piece for Rickie. I Made sunshine in a shady place.-Miss Martin, 'o3. Retina Eds: We get out a monthly edition Whenever we do not forget, To enlighten an ignorant people Our aim-but we've not done it yet. ' The Siamese Twins-Helen Roath and Gene Eppstein. I am a creature made for night, not day.--Mr. Deymond A wee small voice.-Miss Huntoon, 'oo. Her hands und feet vas schmall und need, Und ven dot maiden sings, Dem leedle birds dey glose deir eyes Und flob deir leedle vings.-Laura L., 'oo. She'1l grow up bye and bye.-Nina Bowman. Imps and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles. -Lisle Tilley.

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A Ballad. Day in April, clear and brightg ' Naughty scholars, reception night. Rooms sixteen and forty-ive g Children very much alive. Long detention, then dismissed, Five o'clock, no one missed. Mrs. Deymond locks the door, Thinking all have gone before. Tired teachers, six o'clock, Find they can't undo the lock. Neglected window, opened wide, Stately scramble for outside. Pray who are they? can you guess? Miss F. P.!!!! And Mr. S.!!!! There was a young man named Mennel, Who woke up one night with a yell: I dreamt I had paid My-class dues! he said And straightway asleep then he fell. Set the table in a roar.-Cora Konopak. Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low-an excellent thing in woman. -Bessie Quaife. Omnipotence of mind in body strong.-Harold Bell. Fresh as a bridegroom Cin his dress suitj, and his chin ne'er reaped, showed like a stubble-land at harvest home. -Maxwell Eating the bitter bread of banishment.-Ayers. Would the gods had made thee poetical.-Richardson. 'oo.. A daughter fair, So buxom, blithe and debonair. -Ethel Cannan. Because no shadow on you falls, Think you that hearts are tennis balls? A -Grace Worts.