Coffee High School - Coffee Pot Yearbook (Florence, AL)

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ll-Q3 wmsicossea Por Q-I Mr. Appleby: tto Marguerite as she began to play the marchl Your fingers seem a little stiff this morning. Marguerite: Yes, sir, my hands are cold. Mr. Appleby: Have you ever tried Japanese hand warmers? Marguerite: No, sir, I have never tried the Japanese. Miss Dobson: What are the most important foods? Thisby: Breakfast, dinner and supper. Mr. Howell: Have you ever seen figs grow- ing? Ethel: No, sir, I never had time to stand and watch them. Mr. George: Ralph, who first discovered iron? Ralph: Some one smelt it. In the Laboratory. Lou Ella: How much acid must I put in this water? Glenn: Oh, just a pinch. Little Anna's dead and gone, Her heart will beat no more. For what she drank for H20 'Was H,SO,. Mr. Howell: Go get your Physics, it is out in the rain. Chapman: , Let it stay there, it's dry enough. Miss Smith: 'tThomas, how many of those five problems have you gotten? Thomas: I didn't get the last two or the first three. Mr. Appleby: fwhile making announce- ments in chapelj Now, students, don't let your studies interfere with your education. Claudia Bartain: iStudying the Reign of Terror in Francej Miss Leftwich, what king did Terror succeed? ' Arnold Holly: Cpointing to the player piano rolls What are those cracker boxes doing up there? Mrs. Appleby: James you must not whistle at the table. James: I wasn't whistling at the table, I was whistling at the dog. A small boy was scrubbing the front porch of his home when a visitor called. Is your mother at home? Do you think I would be scrubbing this porch if she wasn't?

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It Q55 'rms COFPAEE Dori fl' Makes My friend, inquired a long faced orator, What yould you do if you expected the end of the world in ten minutes? From the gallery: Wait for it. See the dancing snow fall. Practicing for the snow ball I suppose. Mother: Aren't you ashamed, Mary, to be at the very foot of your class- Mary: Well, mother, I can't really help it. Agnes, who was at the foot, has the measles. I'l1 bet Caesar was a strong man. 6lWhy?!Y The book says he pitched his camp across the river. Mr. George: Now they claim the human body contains sulphur. Julia: In what amount? Mr. George: Oh, varying quantities. Julia: Maybe that is why some girls make better matches than others. There's the stock broker over there talking with the college professor. Which is which? Well, the one who looks as if he might be the other is the one the other isn't. Teacher: The answer you have just given is about as clear as mud. Freshman: Well, that covers the ground doesn't it ? Miss Cummings: Where can you get Lamb's Tales fShakespereJ. D. P.: At the butcher's. Mr. George: fIn chemistryl What is steam. Alice: Water gone .crazy with the heat. At an orchestra practice Miss Horn was frightened severely by a terrific blast from the saxophone player. What are you doing, she said. Frank: 'Tm sorry Miss Horn, it was a fly on my music, but I played him.

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QW 'ru-is coeesii I POT? George: Mother, why do words have roots? Mother: I suppose, so the language can grow. Did your watch stop when you dropped it on the cement walk the other day? Sure, did you think it would go through? Ruth always finds something to harp on. Yes, I only hope she'll be as fortunate in the next world. Teacher: Cafter lesson on snowj As we walk on a cold winter day and look around, what do we find on every hand? Pupil: Gloves Jack: frushing into his papa's rooml Papa, the coffee pot and kettle are singing. Papa: Nothing strange about thatf' Jack: But they are singing for a wager. Papa: Nonsense Jack: Because the frying pan is in the middle holding the steaks. Tommy is the worst boy in school, son, and I want you to keep as far away from him as you can. I do, mother. He stays at the head of the class most of the time. Have you forgotten you owe me a dollar? No, not yet, give me time and I will. Backward, Turn Backward ! Backward, turn backward, O Time in your flight, And she a maiden dressed proper and right, We are so weary of the switch and the rate, Huge puffs and marcelles and such things as that, Wads of jet hair in a horrible pile, Stacked on the head to the height of a mile, Something is wrong with the girl we fear, Oh! show us the girl as they used to appear! Give us the girls that we once knew of yore, W'hose curls did not come from a hairdresser's store, Maidens who dressed with a sensible view, Just as our mother intended them to. Give me a girl with a will of her own, Who does not fall for each fad that is known, Feminine styles growing fiercer each year, Oh! show us the girl as they used to appear. -Selected. One winter's day a very bow-legged tramp called at a home in Ontario and stood to warm himself by the kitchen stove- A little boy in the home surveyed him carefully for some minutes, then finally approaching him he said, Say, mister, you better stand back, you're warping.