Central High School - Prospectus Yearbook (Flint, MI)

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 | vah Warren Don Jones Mildred Lee We feared for a time. He wouldn't get through. Hut he worked and well did. We’re glad, aren’t you? Jonesy tried to play base- ball. lie hit and fielded well. But 20 times a game he’d fall. And it always looked aw- fully funny. The wedding bells have sounded. For one—Miss Mildred Lee. And the heartiest good wishes she carries. Of her class, one nine one three. And this is Marian. It sure is a treat. To write of this girl. Small and neat. We fast are nearing the end. And have seen about all from A to . Among the last, but surely not least. We have our friend, old “Tubby” Lee. Marguerite S. is next. Another one that’s bright. An honor student, we hear you say, Nuf said for now. Good night. TWENTY-SEVEN

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Helen ChiiNf treble MaeGillivrn.v Marguerite chirk I opine 'twas Helen Chase, Who led in education’s race. In our school, who has a pace That can equal Helen Chase? And here’s the boy. Who always wants to scrap. Most anyone could with him toy. And soon bring on a nap. There is a lass, in our class. And she is wondrous wise. Marguerite Clark by name. As you may well surmise. T»T-— Knlpli Moon lllnnelie Until Now' all gaze with care At Moon! Gee. ho’s a bear! Who would believe, for- sooth. The escapades of this Adonis-iike youth? All our efforts have been futile. To write a poem for Miss Dutil. In our minds there seems a dirth Of words to tell her worth. Many things here can be said. But we’ll stick to this man’s head. And skip the awful life he’s led. The head—the head—both swelled and red. p cF TWENTY-SIX

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Flint Central High School, Llass of Nineteen- Thmtcen Q l os:ili«‘ LynilMirn This little lass with the name so flowery. Cares naught for the weather, dry or showery. And so the day, be it cold or hot. It drives Rosalie to he taught. Myrtle ItriHon This Britton girl. known as Myrtle, Is just as quiet as a turtle. And unless she knows you very well. She’ll just retire within her shell. Genevieve Sellers Now here we have Genevieve Sellers. Liked by all the lasses and fellers. And here our muse has got dead stuck. And so we close with a wish for good luck. □ Watt hour you doing in here, asked Mr. Parmelee aggressively. “Eating currents I brought from ohm, why,” replied Farley meekly, “do you want some?” “Wire you insulate this morning anyway? Can’t your relay shunts get you up on time?” ‘‘Anode you’d bawl me out.” “Well, it’s motor your credit to get around on time.” Now fuse going to make a fuss, old Farm, I’ll either call a copper have Elmer Zink come and take my part. What are you going to do with that armature threat- ening me with, huh?” ‘‘I’m not positive, but you get out of here.” Aw go ahead. Can me and see if I care. It’s cell to go to school anyway.” The current was broken right here. SO ■ ■ ■ — □ — □! [a] TWENTY-EIGHT