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

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WILL. We, the Senior Class, bequeath all our humble possessions upon the following: To Prof. K. A. Hartman, We leave a vivid imagination of our lst class behavior during our four years. To Miss B. I. Beishline, we leave all our Caesar, Cicero and Worn out four-legged ponies Which have starved to death. Pete Williams, the Hag class of '21 leaves a couple of bushels of Common-taters, Yellow Yams and seed corn. To Mildred Hauser, We the class of '21 in home- making leave a hidden treasure in the dorm. a mouldy apple pie. To Junior Class we leave a memory of Dot and room for a Kask-et. To Sophs., We leave some fine common sense which We wish they would use in years to come. To Freshies we leave some Websterian equations extract- ed from the Philosophical Combinations copied in the Diction- ary. We the undersigned, do hereby set our hands and seals upon this document in presence of these Witnesses, in the year of our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-one. SENIORS. Witnesses-U. B. Judge, I. M. Short, U. R. Next.

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Mr. Hartman-My business in life is to save young men. Mary Dunmire-Save me one. Sophomore--Haec in Gallia est importanta-A hike in Gaul is important. Dorothy-Why does this country have big guns to fight with. I thought there was no more war. Lois Stewart-We have them to sass 'em back. Williams-Stand up and tell me all you know. Coulter--I-I don't know. Harry-Well, where have you been all evening? Ross-Oh, out to the cemetery. Harry-lln a shocked voiceb Any one dead? Ross-All of 'em. Walter P.-Can a feller be punished for something he hasn't done? Miss Beishline-I guess not. Walter--Then I haven't done my Latin. Marky-Let's start a bank. Mossy--All right, l'll furnish the brains and you furnish the money. Marky-Agreed! I've just ten centsg that makes our in- vestment about even. AH ME! The mid-night hour was coming fast, As through the town a young man passes. One eye was black, the other green, But on his lips a smile serene, Displayed to those who stood about, That sundry teeth had fallen out, One leg was twisted all awry, Huge lumps festooned his starboard thigh, But though his battered form was bent, Still blightely on his way he went, And four others, just like him, Came limping thru the moonlight dim, The Basket Ball game was over.

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