Comstock High School - Corral Yearbook (Comstock, MI)

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CHARLES CHRISMAN, Trustee GEORGE WHITE. Trustee Our School ‘Board Who have shown a most cordial and sym- pathetic cooperation in our school affairs and have cultivated a friendly relation between Patrons, Teachers and Students. CARL McQUEEN, President JAMES MeDONALD, Secretary ROY CARPENTER, Treas.

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Ts h e Owlet 1 9 2 6 - 1 6 2 7 COMSTOCK SCHOOL BUILDING I— O our ‘High School teachers, past and present, we ‘Dedicate this CDemorij ‘Book.

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The Owlet 3 Annual Staff The Annual Staff is chosen from the membership of our High School C. C. Club. It consists of Herbert Mater as president; Robert Coats, treasurer; Esther Short, secretary; Amy Chrisman and Margaret Beckwith as assistants. Mr. Hall is acting advisor. This staff wishes, in this way, to offer its appreciation for the many contribu- tions and suggestions offered by his classmates and teachers. Our task has been a large one and we hope that our finished product will meet with the favor of our classmates and patrons. Mrs. Harder (in Civics): What is a caucus?” Gerald Forester: “Some moun- tains over in Russia.” Miss Phillips approached the post office clerk at the stamp window: “I would like to look at your red two- cent stamps.” The clerk obligingly brought out a sheet of one hundred stamps. Pointing to one in the center of the sheet this discriminating customer sweetly said, “I’ll take that one, please.” George Smith: ‘‘Did you ever see Oliver Twist, aunty?” His Aunt: ‘‘Now George, you know I never attend those modern dances.” Dick Dusseljee strolled into a Kalamazoo urug store and said, “Gimme a nickles worth of asafet- Jda.” The proprietor wrapped it up and passed it over. “Charge it,” said Dick. “What name,” was the reply. “Dusseljee,” answered Dick. “Take it for nothing.” retorted the poor druggist. I can’t afford to write 'asafetida' and Dusseljee both for a nickel.” Mrs. Harder: “Now if you will be good, James, there will be angels around your bed at night.” James Wolf: “Don’t I know and say can’t they bite.”