Elders Ridge Vocational School - Elrivo Yearbook (Elders Ridge, PA)

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W ' H ' '--w Paul Coulter-I've lost my dog. Ross Wilson-Why don't you advertise for him? Paul Coulter--My dog can't read. Mr. Williams-Why do hens lay only in the day time? John Snyder-Because they are roosters at night. TEAR DROPS. For Sale-A piano by an old man with mahogany legs. Lost-A cow by an old woman with brass knobs on her horns. Wanted-A boy to open oysters with a reference. Wanted-A young man to take care of horses with a religious disposition. Wanted-A young lady to sew buttons on the sixth floor. Lost-A check book belonging to a young man that folds in the middle. , For SalcffSS5 suitsg they won't last long. For Rent4A roomg suitable for a gentleman 12 by 15. Shoes half-soled on the inside While you wait for 25c. Miss Beishline-What did you do about those chapters you failed to read? Harold H.-I made it up. Miss Beishline-So I should judge from your papers. Mr. Hartman-Tell about the life of Queen Elizabeth Mary. Mary--She led a happy life, when she died. THIS MAY BE YOUR FUTURE. John had just returned from college dressed in char- acteristic Freshman attire. As he entered his father's study, that gentleman looked at him awhile and finally said: Well John, you look like a fool. In a short time an old neighbor entered and seeing the young man, addressed him thus: How glad I am to see you, John. And you look exactly like your father did 25 years ago when he first came home from college. l Folly-nine x 1 fi' it

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Mr. Williams iTo Freshman Agriculture Classl -How many kin-ds of farming are there? Paul Coulter-There are three, intensive, extensive and pretensive. Soph-How many subjects are you carrying? Fresh-I am carrying one and dragging three. A DEFINITION. Education--The sum total of all the things that we haven't been taught. TOUGH LUCK l A jolly young chemistry tough, While mixing a com-pounded stuff, Dropped a match in the vial, And after a While, They found his front teeth in a cuff. He-Say Miss, what would you say if he kissed you on the forehead? She-I would call him down. THE STUDY HALL CLOCK. Its wheels have long since turned its last, Its dirge of time has long since passed. Its somber face so calm, so grand, Is partly hidden by its hands. It hangs that silent sentinel of the wall, From early spring to latest fall, And never ticks its rythmic beats, As it Watches over those rows of seats. Oh what is it, that time has locked? It is our study hall clock. - Fifty