Central High School - Cosmos Yearbook (Houston, TX)

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ROGUES GALLERY John Helton. . . .escaped from National Asylum Red, The Rogue (alias John Helton) Went crazy from conceit Not ’cause he was student president But because of his big feet. Barbara Myers .Wanted for murder ”Babs ’ is just a killer She’s fatal, believe it or not She breaks their hearts, then leaves ’em That ’s worse than being shot! Delight Parks .Wanted for murder And here’s another murderess Though she looks OK, ’tis sure She can break (or make a man) Beware of her allure! Charles Myers. . ..Protects criminals Mike Maloney (alias Charles Myers) Protects the ' woman in red’’ (She’s another wicked woman, my dear) ’’But what-a-one!” so Mike says! Mary Helen Bryan .Wanted for thievery This little one who looks so sweet Is really full of harm She’s stolen the nation’s beauty, you can see By the endless realms of her charm. Mary Sue Bates .Notorious Thief And here’s the biggest thief of them all Her crimes left most of us lame She’s stolen the wisdom of all we poor fools Tis a crime to own such a brain.

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Copy wright—1776 A-IIEM Music by Hictor Yerbert Words by A. Nutt Part One I SPURNETH TEMPTATION I’ve got an invitation to a dance But 1 don’t think I’ll go I’ll be sorry I know I’m afraid I might flunk And I sure would be sunk If I didn’t pass. I’ve got an invitation to a dance It’s the school’s big affair All the kids will be there What should I do, Sit at home and be blue, Or flunk all my tests? I don’t want to be a sissy If I’m not there they’ll call me a prude. But maybe if I keep up my reputation My graduation dream will be stewed! I’ve got an invitation to a dance I could trust it to fate But it might be too late Oh, I guess it’s the bunk To care if I flunk But ten years is a mighty long time. Part Two VICTORY IS MINE! I believe in miracles Strange as that may be I never passed a test before I’ll never even try no more I’ve passed! I’m free! Hope can work a miracle Right before your eyes Alas, I thought I’d cram again And then a brilliant idea came To learn it! Surprise! Some magical power suggested A new, untried course In one magical hour, I learned of this unheard source! I believe in miracles It worked, and so you see It really is a wondrous thing Let’s laugh and dance and shout and sing. We’re passed! We’re free! (P.S. My brethern, (and sistren) Let not the similarity of these hems to a couple of songs (named ”An invita¬ tion to a dance” and believe in Miracles”) deter your conscience from the joyful singing of them in sincere religious unity. Join in and let not your hearts be sad! Amen

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SOSSASSITY Stupendous! Splendiforous! Magnificent! Colossal!—What? Why the ’35 Black Battalion Dance held this spring at the Bice Terrace, of course. Everyone was there, my dears—that is, everyone who is anyone. Carrying out the Spanish scheme, those lads in the McCoy-Scott (combined) orchestras dolled up in mustachios” and gave the gals a treat. What an evening! What a life! Gorgeous gowns and gals— gaiety galore—gala gathering! Stags Beahan, Charlie Richards, Jimmie Teflos, Winfrey Lewis—and the rest of the shieks are giving the beauties the rush. We see Inez Murph, Eloise Thompson, Noel Brown, and Mildred Howland retouching in the dressing room and over yonder are Jean Ray, James Alan Shepherd, and that cute little Roberta Arrant resting up from the rush. San Jacinto, Reagan, Rice Institute, and Houston U. are all well represented. Ex-class president, Holmes, and ex-beauty (still beautiful) Peterson are still showing up. We dance till two and then go home, tired but happy, to rest up for the coming events. Congratulations, B. B.! It was a ripping success! And so was the Elaphian Dance honoring the Graduating Football lettermen. Here Sam Houston went elite with a program dance at the Junior League. Every¬ one had a good time—from the faculty on down. The Football boys drank punch, received favors, made speeches, and . . . drank more punch. Everyone, even if he didn ' t dance, had a nice time watching Mr. Spampinato. Again the gals were out in full bloom. President Thelma Kirby presided over the brief interlude—program ? introducing the football heroes to the mike. Billy Robb blushes . . . Ed Murr grins . . . Ed Shelton sighs and looks dreamy . . . Billy Brown ”Hidee Do Gals” . . . and Ted Wimberly tops it all off with a characterization of ex-debate coach Frazer— ”Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking . . Fun, foolishness, and frivolity ran riot, yet, sho ’nuff, we lived up to our dignified goal. No stags—no crashers—no misplaced brightness. It was really a swell party and the Elaphians deserve a big hand. But, hold on here—we can’t, simply can ' t sign off without mentioning the annual Houston University reception. Once again Sam Houston runs off with the beauty title (as we all expected), being well represented by Irish Erin Finnegan, the lass of the laughin ' eyes. That makes seven years in succession we ' ve copped the title. Well, no wonder, look at all this beauty being wasted around these ’yar portals. Yes sir, the Black and Gold really has a monopoly of the high school feminine charm. And such a program we do have to look forward to. Four or five big dances, open houses, and parties galore, and teas by the hundreds—all besides the Senior dance, picnic, and banquet. Even Ye Old Sam Houston Speakers are gonna ' show off with a bigger banquet than ever at LeBlanc’s. Again we say. What a life! What a future! Don ' t wear yourselves out, children, ’cause we have a rollicking good time before us . . . Sosassity shines!