Fassifern School - Sapphire Yearbook (Hendersonville, NC)

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2555555 Ami V I 1 Mwfeziff i fi rec: st 5 12 rtr l t -were l ......., , rss i?f eissftew. fl l Miss De Blanc fin Gymjz Heels left! Knees bend! Backward kick! And he sure not to hit the girl in front of you. 55 55 95 Marion, did you find Miss Abbott? Yes, Miss Ricaudf' What did she say? Nothing Nothing? Nothing How did that happen? She wasn't there. I thought you said you found her. nl did. I found her out. 559555 at There is a cute Happer called Dale Who grows just as fast as a snail, She'll ask if you know About how to grow, If you do, she'll keep hot on your trail. 359545 There was a young lady named Lesley Took dancing for grace When it she attained Her innards were pained, And her patience a great deal less Lesley. expressly. 953595 Miss Buckner: Martha, what were the dates of Henry the Eighth? M. Moore: I don't know, but he must have had a lot. Six wives! Think of it! ,Bti Viv I .ftfft sq 1 ff We have with us a lady named Call Who fell in the spring in the fall. She let go her hold, And all isn't told, For she sprang in the spring and she fell in the fall P5 P5 95 Nancy Battle: Madeline, what time is it? M. Call flocking at watch with picture of Bill on crystalj: I :!on't know. Watch stopped. N. Battle: ul don't blame it. If I had any- thing that good looking so close to my face, l'd stop, too. is vt- sr- There was a young student named Battle Who made rule-breakers skedaddle. When asked why she did it, Sheld never admit it, But had to live up to that nBattle. -is vs 45 Hortense: l haven't had a letter from Mac for a week. Sara: You can't depend on mails up here. Hoi-tense: I haven't seen any to depend on. as as ar- E.. Shelton fin Domestic Sciencefz What's the first name of that day pupil Bisbee? M. B. Ross: Postscript. Shelton: I-low come? Ross: Adeline fAdd-a-linejf' as as ir- M. T. Smith: nl have a new niece L. Sherrod: Boy or girl? Crxzb, ,ggi wit . 1 K gh :gli 'ix 5, J 9 5 go if Page ninety

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e in s e :5:5: 5E5E5E' , , ::: ::,:., 25555, '1E5f5E5E5:g,::55fff5:Ef!Q5Qf:. ' 'IPIF VH 1 We 'st , eeeettete so eeeeee , at The Education of Our Faculty Booth Tarkington is a murderer and a fugitive from justice. -H. Maybank. The lndian babies are called squabs. -Mauney. An atheist is a person who dances on her toes. -Wallace, A centurion is a man who is a hundred years old. -E.. Rice. Is the ldiocy and the Odyssey in the library? -Sherrod. Defoe wrote 'Robinson Crusoe' when he was fifty years old, then, regardless of his fame, died very poor. -Jenkins. Shakespeare secured the plot of 'Macbeth' from the Book of Genesis. -E. Grady. The nickname for the people who live in Virginia is 'Virginia Reels'g for those who live in North Carolina, 'Tar Babies'. -Douglas. Samuel Johnson married Mrs. Porter, a widow, who had children as old as herself. --Nesbitt. A right triangle is a figure of three sides, two of which are parallel. --J. McMillan. To Be or Not to Be To be, or not to be-that is the questiong Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to be a slave To dreary studies, or by a life of fun And ease, to neglect them utterly and thereby Make no Honor Roll. To rest-to doze- Alas, and by a sleep to say we end The headaches and the thousand irksome toils The ustudeu is heir to-'tis an occurrence Devoutly to be wish'd. To study-to learn- Perchance to rate the Honor Roll- Ay! There's the rub: For in that struggle, what tasks may come When we do burn the midnight oil! What Latin prose! There's the thing That makes a failure in our strife. For who can bear the fierce wars of Caesar, The orations of great Cicero, his mighty words, Or brave Aneas, weeping and wand'ring far? Or History with all the many dates That harass and nearly numb the mind? Who would these tedious lessons learn ln order to hear her name read out On that high list where 'tis honor to be placed! And yet does conscience make grinds of us all: And thus the natural longing To throw our tiresome books away, ls crushed by that Great Thing And loses its action. Soft you, now! The Honor Roll! Upon thy record Be all my labors placed! NANCY BATTLE, '2l. 1 Page ninety-two