Comanche High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Comanche, TX)

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uw ,I W rl .S -..,,-. , .' ', xx III' 2 rs . l J s, fl S gl? ,,- ,gy xx :. A ll E- - 'ull Q 1 , .4 JW ls E 5 I ..,?:.. g J ,Z -,X 1 -he XF mlm me Are anh what we En We are grade number eight, and we number forty- five, This is our first year in old Comanche High. Miss Stella Fletcher is our regular boss, And what we don't learn is surely our loss. She's a royal true friend to one and all, And helps us with our troubles, no matter how small She rules with a magic of wonderful power, She's always so pleasant and seldom she's sour. J. C. Wilkerson teaches our hard Latin class. He certainly won 't take the big boys' 'sass.' Sometimes we are taught with a stick or a rule, But we all understand why we come to this school. Be patient, dear teacher, although we are tough, Perhaps we are diamonds still in the rough. Perhaps we will learn, and your efforts repay, So you 'll remember your pupils with pride some day. Miss Ola Cunningham, Oh! How she does soar In the hard old English, that's to us such a bore. She gives, and she gives so kindly to all, There is nothing unimportant, nothing too small. llfwe have worked hard for our English recitation. A smile from Miss Ola is full compensation. Our heads go to throbbing and start up a pain, When we think of the lessons we recite to Prnt. Layne. I-Ie knows everything from a book to a toy. He knows the mind of each girl and boy. He can almost tell what you are thinking about. He sets you to laughing when you are ready to pout. So while he is with us, and we claim him as ours, We politely toss him this boquet of flowers And then Mr. Eaton teaches all we should know, ln cultivating things to scientifically grow, From the physical man to the potato hill small, From .our throbbing hearts, to a corn stalk so tall. And we'll give Mr. Eaton, our agricultural man, Our hearty support, and extend him our hand. Francis Burks and Marion Waring, Lillian Durham and Mary White, All the year have kept up a continual fight To see who would make the best, highest grades So we'll take off our hats to each of these maids. All the others are peaceful and do their work well So I'll not mention names nor their grades will I tell. And so on down the line through the months and the days We go singing Comanche High School 's praise. Remember, dear teachers, we are doing our best, We furnish the material, you do the rest. at a t A 4-gy, - N , . ' ':. i , ,x - L-'l 1 rs H .. . 1 . 1. .I .....i.... .. .... 1 ,f , gf ,Z ii 'O V ,X L Al lj! fl L 'ax it ll l l 'J 0 0 L' 15 Goff! E . ,Q R o o o o lg . 0 0 . 'S .r ' u 'lag '. V X, O 0 0 U 'f 0 U 0 is f 0 D 0 0 U .5- rf fu . U o'. ooqnq W9 X 5? 5 ?9 fy ft u 0 0 X