Central YMCA High School - Centralite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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1 . 9 1 72'le1v'5'x'3'l-' -fl'-:ful-wsfc,-lx.:24vk4' ' ' ' .fkfgl Pr 1. I HUMOR I 5' - a- ,55 THE FRONT PAGE .P In other days we had a chance ' To read of sailing ships -f And marching men in far off France, Nor cared what guys had on their hips. ir Some day perhaps our morning papers 4 Will tell us things we like to hear, 5. , Then we'll forget rum runners' capers. Then we'll forget light wines and beer. , I 'S FRANK Momus. 4 th J 1 Son: Dad, what is an optimist? .3 Father: An optimist, my son, is a fellow who goes on a blind date with the ex' pectation of having a good time. if 'IR 'T4 ?M fj- :Si Hey, Mr. Casner, what's the fountain pen worth now? , x gf 'I AMAMNLTI vg- J McCredie ftaking an examjz Whci the heck was Richelieu? 3' ' Truitt: A hrand of peas, I guess. I gi 'lf WY-f-g?-L? N :Q W The Buck and Wing combination leads us a merry dance, both day and night. . 1 'Il u..-n7,,M ng. 'ig Small Boy: Pop, what did prehistoric monsters look like? 11 3. Father: I don't remember. Ask your motherf' 4 ll! 'I R-ity? 9 1 Stude fat a night cluhj: Have you a table for four? g' tl :U U 1 Manager: Have you a reservation? 1 Stude: Do you think I'm an Indian? f Q Page ninety-seven wr-wa . rF-Q

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ss:i,1s:,z.+,a9,s.zeata4.4e4.,a,4.sv,Ls1,suzUmauL:f.i,5,v5 a. HUMOR THE TRAGEDY GF SCOFFLAW BILL A man on the links, called Scofllaw Bill, Lurched out from the club to hit the pill. He was nattily dressed in knickers of white, But his physical features presented a sight. His eyes were hloodshot, his nose was red, He looked as if he needed a bed. His cheeks were distended just like a balloon. You could plainly see that he loved the saloon. Onward he came, right up to the tee, Where he drew out a club. and tried to see, If by any chance he could hit the pill, Which he had previously placed on the hill. Up went his arm all ready to swing, Down on the pill, poor innocent thing! Smash! Bang! and there on the hill, Instead of the ball lay Scofllaw Bill! A. J. SCHOEN. x XY .M anim ..., X H X .x ' X V - .. Xp, ' IQNQE? - ' ' A .. ,W ' K - - -e .am ff :,':: ,IQ f 'L . 1 ff, , l 'flvz' 51:13 ' ' if f --2 L 5- '.ES3i Q f f l, 2 Page ninetyminc '1'-. . . G Q ,1- ?7 fi' 3- 5' 'P P 2? P 5 io 5? if are 5' ' n 5: 30 'A us E. -:Io str. 3. Vo i . l Q l ,Q I l 13' is