Conway Hall Preparatory School - Log Yearbook (Carlisle, PA)

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The Hammer Club Motto: Knock! knock! knock! — Shakespeare. Chant: “Knocking, knocking, Who is there?” Exalted Anvil Conway Hall. Exalted Sledge Hammer Rose. Steam Hammer Feller. Mallet, O ' Brien. Hatchet Cardon. Tack Hammers. ‘‘Babe’’ Tabler and “Willie WAod. ANVIL CHORUS Certain members of the Facility, .... on the Student Body. A chosen few, on the Grub. Hutchie, on Behavior in Chapel, Cutting. The Devils, Classes, etc., ad infinitum. “Alex.” Bowman, on The Boys. Everybody, on Prof. Ohl and the Rules. The Conway Boarding House Meals Served Occasionally Electric Light, Steam Heat and some other modern improvements. Whitie, No cats or cigarettes allowed. Boarders do as they please. W. A. HUTCHISON. Prop. SOME OLD FIXTURES Incurable Ward Aleck. Tennant, Jacobs, Soubrette Row Groom, Ricca, Durovick. Wood, Fresh Air and Shower Bath Patients Moyer, Tabler and the Chief Loafer, Dearie. Office Boy W. A. J. Zboyosky. 101

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Peter Sinclair (feelingly). — “Angelina, dear, there is a little subject I have long wished to mention: Could you — could you make up your mind to leave civilization behind and take up with the hard life of a Tippsland selector?’’ (A pause.) “I am waiting, Ange.’’ Angelina. — “Oh, dear! Peter, this is really too sudden, but I — I think I could, Peter.” Peter. — “Oh, that’s such a relief; my friend, old Charlie Smith, is going down that way. and I ' ll mention your case to him.’’ Said B. Still who was gushy and coy, Dcn ' t you dare kiss me, Hosie, bad boy. Don’t you do it — it’s bad; 1 shall holler for dad.” What she did was to holler for joy. Mr. Holland, well dressed, had been following a lady through many streets. F ' nally she could not stand it any longer, and with fire flashing from her eyes she turned upon him, and in an indignant voice said, “Sir, you have been walking by my side for the last ten streets. Your conduct is outrageous. You had not once the decency to offer me your arm or ask me where I am going. You are no gentleman.” Bashful Thomas. — “Ahem — Sally — Sally (encouragingly). — “Well, Tom?” Bashful Thomas. — “Sally, do you ’spose your ma would be willin’ to be my mother-in-law?” Says Reuben Knott unto his fair, In language burning hot, “Matilda, do you love me, dear?” Say she, “I love you, Knott.” “Oh, say not so!” again he cried, “Oh, share with me your lot! Oh, say that vou will be my bride! Says she, “I’ll wed you. Knott.” A light breaks on Reuben’s mind, And in his arms she’s got, She looks demurely in his face And says, “Pray kiss me, Knott.” Beckett (who has been hanging fire all winter). — “Are you fond of puppies. Miss Smith?” She (promptly). — “What a singular way of proposing, Edgaris! Yes, darling!” And now the cards are out.