Fairmont High School - Maple Leaves Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

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Miss GaskiU's assistant's. Miss Walker. As everyone knows she's a talker. She winks her blue eyes, nd makes the best pics, nd in cooking we know she's no balkcr. Mr. Hawkins teaches Manual Train- ing. And comes to school when it is rain- ing. lie'll pound and he'll saw, nd help the boys draw. Very practical things they arc gaining. This is to Herbert F. Moore. Who played ball till his lingers were sore. And some of the guys. (lave him two black eyes. When he played on the Clarksburg gytn floor. Miss Yocrodt takes care of the books. And gives some very wise, looks. For the Y. W. C. A. She works every day. And her voice is like clear sparkling brooks. Miss Hodges arranges our fun. And gives to us many a pun. And many a laugh To cut troubles in half. We hope she has only begun. 1'his is our worthy Miss Paul, About art she knows it ‘most all. She's adorned with dark hair. To her none can compare. Kven though she is not very tall. Here's to our red-haired Miss Moore, W ho stands on the study hall floor. She runs us away From the heater each day. And says. Please loaf here no more. Mr. Carpenter’s name would suggest That at housebuilding lie could do best. Hut that is not true As he can show you. When he gives a Geometry test. I'll speak of our Mr. Yangilder. His learning would, almost bewilder. One pupil we find Tried to fathom his mind. And some one reported it killed her. Miss Lcaman is next on the floor. This teacher we all do adore. She can sing like a lark From daylight till dark. And still we wish slic’d sing more. is We have Miss Daisy Wedding to note. For a wedding we always will vote. For we’re happy and gay. To think that some day. We shall be in the very same boat. Miss Watson bails from Kentucky. To get her we think we are lucky. For as a typewriter So one could be brighter. And we think she is awfully plucky. Miss Davis comes next on the list. If she’d leave she’d be very tnuch missed. ()n the year l ook she works. And her duty ne'er shirks. And we're glad that she’s here to assist. The praises of all we do sing. As we think of the good that they bring. And the sorrows and joys. To the girls ami boys. Hut we’ve come to the end of the string.

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Mr. Colchank of course takes the lead. And gives us whatever we need. If any get gay. He has something to say. To which we most surely should heed. Our advisor’s name is Miss Oldham. If the girls chew gum she will scold ’em. She is helpful and kind. The best we could find. And everyone does as she’s told ’em. Then there is Miss Cora Kincaid. She’s a very fine woman, ’tis said. She gives hut few E’s. Though many V P’s. And we’re glad if she gives us a grade. Miss Neel. you know, teaches us French, And often our ardor she’ll quench. For she conjugates verbs With a flourish of words. As we sit in a row on a bench. W e have a teacher named Dance. For good grades, he gives us a chance. Twould seem very bad. And we all would be sad. If he’d go to the trenches in France. LIMERICKS FOR LIEUTENANTS (By Ruth Watkins.) I’ll start now about our Miss Ross, W ho never is known to be cross. She can teach algebra. And all the folks say. ” ur gain is somebody’s loss. Miss Adams can teach botany. She knows every plant and each tree Till we all do our best. She will give us no rest, I i we pass. ( h! so happy we’ll be. Our music is taught by Miss Dudgeon. Who often keeps time with a bludgeon They say she’s her best W’hen she comes to a rest. If we are permitted the judgin’. Miss Chriswell teaches Domestic Art, And shows us the styles so lovely and smart. They are all up to date. nd not one minute late. When we wear them we fear Cupid’s dart. Miss Jacobs assists in the sewing. I low we love her she’s no way of knowing. Ml the stitches we take In each garment we make. We try to make a good showing. Another is Mr. Musgrave. nd we think he is awfully brave. For he plows, and he rakes. And fine gardens he makes. His farm knowledge we certainly crave. Miss Wolf is not very tall. And her name doesn’t fit her at all. )f her we arc proud. And we say it aloud. And we come at her beck and her call. There’s one who is known as Miss Newman. Who sends lots of books to the sea- man. So heed to her call. Bring magazines all. And help this helpful Miss Newman. Mr. Moore is often called Daddy, lie’s loved by each lass and laddie. We always do find Him a teacher most kind. So into his classroom we paddy. If at Miss (iaskill you look You can tell she’s a very good cook. Sandwiches she makes, Mso salads and cakes. Not all of it came from her book. 12

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Officers. President ....... Acting President Secretary ....... Treasurer ....... Historian ....... Archie Meredith Raymond Salvatti .....Olive Crush . .. Pauline Reed Lucile Hamilton CLASS SONG. (Tune: O Johnnie O.) ) Seniors. O Seniors, just look who's here, ) Seniors. ( Seniors, let’s give a cheer For K. B. Moore, our sponsor true. And for the Maize and Blue we’ll— Stand by her loyally for We’re Seniors, we’re Seniors, best ever known Of any other class of old— We’re the class of 18- And the class of esteem. So then. O Seniors. O Seniors. O. i«