Elkins High School - Tiger Yearbook (Elkins, WV)

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fa: ' me N sy, THE TIGER '25 , - .,--- -vhv - 'A :, 2 N +'-!+ Q -'--- 'i'!i! i '- 'V' '-'-- 1 ----'-'-'4 2'-'11 - -' '-'X-' -'- 2 '144 - ' ,.,. .'f-- ' ' ' T - '--'--1---- 1 Palms Read By Miss FLIPPY-FLAPPER Prices l'VOHZ61l'v8.50Q M eu-'l1'4.5C 63.50 for reading palm. 334.00 for privilege of seeing Miss Flapperj Howdy, Mr. Knaggs. Well, old dear, I see you're going to be a remarkable cabaret dancer. You'1l get a lot of free publicity as The Only Human String Bean in Existence. Miss Baker, you will receive countless proposals, and being unable to decide among them, you will die an old maid. Miss Daugherty, your life will be full of ups and downs and bills, both big and little. Miss Elder, you will declare an eternal war on bedbugs, and finally die for the cause, having been bitten by an especially large one. Miss Ferguson, you and your sister, Grace, will be widely known as Nip and Tuck, the famous horse-trainers. Miss Florentino, you will sell cigarettes to American tourists in a cabaret in the Montmartre district in Paris. Mr. Rodgers, you will be a living advertisement for Peach Blossom Rouge. Come around some day, and I 'll buy some. Miss Hickman, you will sell shares of stock in the pot of gold which you hope to find at the foot of the rainbow. Miss Hodges, you will arouse the scientific world by discovering that the sun is not gold, but brass. Miss Hopson, you will establish a home for orphan mosquitoes. Be careful you don't get stung. Mr. Barnard, uh-huh! Oh, so you're going to be one of those sheiks you always see dancing at the Ritz at tea time. Miss Kelly, you'll fall for Ben Turpin, but he'll let you lie. Miss White, you will be the future star in the famous comedy, Abie's Little. Rose. You remember it-the company that got arrested at Elkins a short time ago. Miss Brannon, you will be cast among the cannibals, and after you convert. the population, they will boil you in oil. Oh-ho! A new one! A preacher's son. Mr. Barron, you will always be: attempting to do things, but never succeed-not even in getting married. Miss Bullivant, you will be a demonstrator for Golden Glint Shampoo among the colored folks. Miss Canfield, you will be a traveling agent for VVhiz Bang magazine. Nice life for a lady! Miss MacVean, you will win great fame as a gold digger in little ole New York. Ah, here comes that marvelous athlete with the flaming coconut-Mr. Red Brown. You will be a famous athlete and cause an epidemic of sore throat from too enthusiastic rooting over your performances. Miss Channell, you will take in washings and be known as Maggie of Our Alley. g Twenty-five

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as:-,WP ' . , ,iss is ,., THE TIGER '25 el. 'nfa p ........ t , --. ,,,,... . . , A , I . CHAPTER III Many of our fellow-convicts, being overcome by the hard work, fell by the wayside. We replaced our old leaders with: President, Harold Coberlyg Vice President, Robert Browng Secretary, Bernice Hamlin, Treasurer, Velma Shreve. We were given charge of The Cub, E. H. P.'s weekly paper. We brightened up the prison a bit with an old-fashioned box supper. Then we had a lock-step walk and the lucky convict won the cake. Prizes were awarded for the fanciest box and the most hard-boiled looking couple. Soon after this one of our wardens, Miss Sanderson, left us to become a fellow- Warden with Mr. Gruber in the Matrimonial Prison. Miss Getrost was ap- pointed to fill her position. As it was snowing, we had another hilarious prisoners' sleigh-ride. Two of our fellow convicts brought honor to E. H. P. by Winning first place in the prisoners' literary society at Grafton. Next we had a banquet for the Senior convicts in celebration of their impend- ing release. A complete nervous breakdown resulted, and we were hustled off for another three months' rest. CHAPTER IV lVe entered our fourth term with joy, for we knew at the end was-freedom! Miss Cuddy and Miss Streibv were our wardens, and our leaders were: President, Fred Barron, First Vice President, lrl Schoonoverg Second Vice President, Robert Browng Secretary, Velma Shreve, Treasurer, Bernice Hamlin. VVe were allowed a couple of peeps at the great outdoors, by a hike to Beverly and a coasting party on VVeese's hill. Next we entertained the E. H. P. Basket Ball team. Before Christmas the convicts visited Mr, Nestor, to have their pictures taken that they might be placed in the rogues' gallery. A standard seal was adopted to take the place of finger prints. Then the Senior prisoners took a flyer in dramatics and made quite a success. As the end of our sentence drew near, we were entertained by our envious fellow inmates, and on June second, 1925, we were released-the most reformed bunch of crooks that ever left old E. H. P. VVe were glad to leave, but rather sorry, too, for prison life really isn't so bad, you know. ' FINIS M. E. P., '25 Tweniy-four

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A 4. 1 , , THE TIGER '25 A, vgwsii- . V- .... .. .... .... r W. . . A . ....., .. ,4....AQ.....A,.,.. ,..,.. , 4........... .,.. . . . Miss Collier, you will take the world by storm as the star in Beautiful, But Dumb, a Heavener production. Miss Trimboli, you will be a fake artist and lead a gay social life in the Latin quarter of Paris. Good morning, Mr. Coberly. It is plainly written in your hand, Satire, thy name is Harold Coberly! C Miss Triplett, you will run through your ancestral fortune gambling at Monte arlo. Miss Waters, you will be sent to jail for trying to smuggle French-imported clothes past the custom officers. Miss VVamsley, you will travel through hick towns demonstrating Kiss-proof lipstick. Mr. Gilmore, you're evidently a business man. You will sell corn cob pipes to the nobility on the bowery, at a profit of 355.00 per corn cob. Miss lVees, you will be a sprightly chorus girl-and don't let the fat million- aires poke phony jewels off on youf h Miss Williams, you will get a terrible malady of the jaws from excessive gum c ewing. Miss VVolfe, you'll be aiii Eskimo vamp and feed your victims whale on toast. Mr. McDonald-aha!-you'll never wander far astray, for you'll be securely anchored to a rose-covered bungalow and a sweet little wife, Miss Fisher, you will broadcast from Station C U S S your famous song, If No One Loves a Fat Girl, VVhy Do the Boys Love Me? Miss Marshall, you will be a pirate on the Spanish Main and rule the bold, bad seamen with an iron hand. Miss Goddin, you will make speeches in the Senate on The Way to a Man's Heart is Through His Stomach. Mr. Mearns, the lines on your palm say that you will invent a gas to keep girls from giggling. Miss Klein, you will establish a school to teach lame mules to do the Hula-Hula. Miss Knaggs, you will invent an anti-chap cream for bees knees. Miss Kongavitz, you'll spend your future busting bronchos in the wild and woolly West. Ah! Mr. john B. Moore. You'll be the head of a large bootlegging concern, and will make enough money to buy all the pretty chorus girls jewels. Miss Opel, you will keep the home fires burning down in Hades. Misg Murdock, you'll marry a man you do not love-but then, he'll have a For ! Miss Osborne, you will pose as a bathing beauty for picture post cards. Mr. VVolfe, you will make the remarkable discovery that water is wet. Miss Phares, you will be a housewife, and after many lessons, will learn to boil water without burning it. Miss Poling, you will get a degree of M. D. and sell castor oil to sick Whales. So this is Mr. Lukens, huh? VVell! So you're going to write a knockout novel- I Am a Man-That Is, I Wear Pants. Miss Helen Crouch, you will travel with the Breezy Carnival as a fluffy- haired kewpie. Miss Davis, having lost your meal ticket, you will spend the rest of your life rattling around in your Ford looking for him, Tuwnty-six