Central High School - Wakitan Yearbook (St Joseph, MO)

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,f s w ,lu lg' ly ij! M STM. l if' x I - . 1 l. if ll- lla? .,, I . 1 l. lu 9 sl-' J I I .f i' f,.I.,' . Y ' vlos l 112411. -H., , T zigfrli-2 wi. yur . .9 sl. I Ll-in v KH Til? Q , M, l, Q: ill: W, P ,', I ' lfri' .,',, g Y 1. A, J' lm fl L' uw .2 g4I'1f'11' f CLASS AOF NINETY-NINE. Ode to the High School on Graduation of Class of Ninety-Nine Miss Edith Michelson. . Four long years we've to-iled and studied, Farewell to all our studies Till at last our work is o'er Of language and of art. And we leave our dear old High School We leave our mathematics Forevermore, Fo-revermore. ' With a sad and aching heart. For our teachers and our schoolmates Chemistry a-nd astronomy We must shed one parting tear We too must leave behind, For our two mile walks to High School And the kno-wledge we acquired of them And examinations dear. Is scattered in the wind. - - f . - , . t. , ,f .au ,. .. .. -, . A. Q-- ,. - , .- .. ' 112- . ,. .'.gf J ,A ,,,- ,.. . .ga.,.,.gz.... ,f..4..' .,1.g.:..h..-iA....Ji -1..i. '- ,..:, Flssag fill! sig Test ex ,A , Arc a No mor 1. In slipj Filling th And ex No more Vl'ith de Shall we XYhich ' VX'e shall That tall By transia Int o Q

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' lady as a joke, but was ' 'Wm 'Q- M 5 an .air.'m.'J.L.li:.5-lbs has been brought to 21 gent to a certain miss oi Ll certain prCC1OU5 1-,give led to startling re- igantv. such as the gods etinested by her teacher it a certain part of thi? a netite was asked by U16 is ewwels. She arose ailfl and I are long. This and highly appfCC13'fed- e- 3o'QH is HOT very J--XPS ,D f by going headforemost glaclito add that she 1135 4, and at last report WHS :nts of our Senior Year ,thers who are haunted by the bright dreams of memory they years, bring a tear to- the eye, or a smile the occasion may be. But I think even come. other interests absorb our time, CLASS OF NINETY-NINE 27 will, in after to the lips as if in years to and tend to draw our hearts from the past, there will come times to every one of us when a flood of thoughts of our Senior year, dimmed perhaps, will rush across our memories, and so- I ask you fill the loving cup Flush to the brim with wine, The vintage of the famed Moselle Burgundy and the Rhine. My toast--the High School's storied pride, End of the century,s line, The mightiest jewel in her crown The Class of Ninety-nine.

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16 C5 heart. X. ns Clufldt, cquired of them nd. CLASS CF NINETY-NINE. Essays we shall write no more On subjects complicateg Test exams on lives of men Are also o-ut o-f date. No more we'll have to exercise In slippers and short dress, Filling the Hair with Hlungsf' And expelling on the so-und of S, No more in the laboratory, With deft and skillful hand Shall we analyze strange compounds, VVhich we do not understand. We shall have no French translations That take up all our time, By translating English pro-se Into wonderful French rhyme. No sandwiches or doughnuts We shall have to swallow down, In a period of three minutes Before the bell shall sound. Goodbye to chorus practice Where we sang till we were hoarse, 'And having not a bite to eat, !7 We could not feel much worse. We sang with all our might and main Both' high notes and low, Till Dunbar said That's all today, And we were loath GJ to go, All this and mo-re we leave behind As remembrance of the past, And with happy thought we all can say 'Tm through High School at last.