Crooksville High School - Crux Hi Skan Yearbook (Crooksville, OH)

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Our Faculty Miss Dillehay teaches history Over at Junior High. She says that we will some how Know history by and by. ’Lectrons, Atoms, Molecules, Dicots, Monocots, and toadstools, A drawing to make; a specimen to arrange In Ice’s lab where the chemicals change. We’ve read of men like Bryan, Have given them many a page; But one we thing should be there, Is our superintendent, Mr. Stage. Miss Hite is a fine musician; Can play in every key. And every day in Chapel it’s— “My Country ’tis of Thee.” Miss Schneider teaches stenography , And in class we have to laugh, When the studs purchase typing paper, She says, “Just bring me Schrafft’s.” Miss Elliott teaches Latin, She gives us grades so meagre. Miss Elliott says the trouble is We don’t know how to Caesar. Miss Murphy is a purist, She talks so grand and quaint. We’d walk a mile barefooted, Just to hear that girl say “ain’t.” Miss Jamison runs a typewriter So fast we have to plead. For her we’ll write a novel And call it “Royal Speed.” We’ve talked of rivers here and there, On maps we oft did look For lakes, and ponds, and oceans wide But here’s a new one—Miss Ash Brook. Miss W’esterfield’s another new teacher We like her very fine. We hope she’ll still continue To teach here all the time. We once had a teacher named Mast, Taught here just several months past. Tho’ she’s gone and we hate it, We can’t help but say it, We’ll never forget you, Miss Mast. Mr. Stuart is our football coach. We cannot praise him too high; He’s the man on the side lines. Making all kinds of field signs, While watching his team go by. Miss Lamb—La petite Mademoiselle, Whose French forms are hard to excel, When in a nap you partake, and she finds you’re a fake, She cries, “Ye sons of French, awake, awake!” Mr. Wittman does not always agree, With the things in Muzzey’s book. He says, “In marking Kansas off, They missed it half a foot.” Miss Kincaid teaches Home Economics, She cuts out Kellog brands, And after she has mounted them, She has glue all over her hands. Mr. Allen has a gay old walk, Over at Junior High. He likes to teach arithmetic; That’s why we can multiply. Miss Snell teaches English at Junior High, And teaches very well. Preparing them for Senior High So they some story can tell. Three cheers for Mr. Noble, He’s the High School Principal. And any class you ask him He can teach it very well. —Avalyn Wilson.

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 m hi skan C. F. ALLEN Crooksville, Ohio University of Chicago Junior High School Instructor in Mathematics BEULAH N. LAMB Payne, Ohio Ohio State University Instructor in French and Geography MARGARET SCHNEIDER Washington C. H., Ohio Ohio State University Commercial Department JENNIE JAMISON New Concord, Ohio Meredith Business College Commercial Department OLIVE G. MURPHY Newark, Ohio Bethany College Bethany, W. Va. Instructor in English W. F. WITTMAN Beaver, Ohio Ohio State University Instructor in History and Science MR. C. L. SPICER Columbus, Ohio Ohio State University Mr. Spicer came to C. H. S. March 15, to fill the position of Mr. Wittman, who resigned because of ill health.

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SKIN-I-MI-RINK- Skin-I-Mi-Rink-Ti-Dink-Ti-Dink Skin-I-Mi-Rink-Ti-Di Crooksville High Skin-I-Mi-Rink-Ti-Dink-Ti-Dink Skin-I-Mi-Rink-Ti-Di Crooksville High We love you in the morning We love you in the night We love you all the time When everything’s all right. So Skin-I-Mi-Rink-Ti-Dink-Ti-Dink Skin-I-Mi-Rink-Ti-Di Crooksville High. “WE WILL CHEER CROOKSVILLE HIGH” We will cheer Crooksville High We will cheer Crooksville High We will cheer, cheer, cheer We will cheer Crooksville High And as loyal sons and daughters In play ground and in hall We will cheer, cheer, cheer, Crooksville High “YELLS” Give ’em the ax, the ax, the ax Give ’em the ax, the ax, the ax Give ’em the ax, give ’em the ax, give ’em the ax where? Right in the neck, the neck, the neck Right in the neck, the neck, the neck Right in the neck, right in the neck Right in the neck there. “SONG” Crooksville High, Crooksville High You’re the finest in the land. You can fight to beat the band. Crooksville High, Crooksville High Rust ’em—bust ’em That’s our custom Crooksville High. “YELL” Red and the black, red and the black, Zippety, Zippety, Zippety Zack Zippety Zay, Zippety Zay Crooksville carries the victory away.