Findlay High School - Trojan Yearbook (Findlay, OH)

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THE BLUE AND GOLD he's a grafterg if he saves it he's a tight-ward and a grouchg if he spends it, he's a loaferg but if he doesn't get any, he's a bum. One vice-versa after another! If you get good grades and pass your classes, you're the faculty's pet, but if you flunk you're a loafer. So- VVhat's a fellow going to do When hopelessly he's stranded If he does a thing, he does it wrong, If he don't he's reprimanded. -MALLOY. '23, Names is Names tXYith apologies to the Class of 'ZSD I say, said the Leader to the man on the Line, - Let's pack these Good-men off in Crates. Then we'll Cook her Bacon and we'll be Neier getting our Price. XVhcn the man on the Line told the Taylor, the latter Rose, and exclaimed, Kinney do it P I'm not sure, was the reply, l'll ask the Miller. Do what? asked the Miller stroking his Beard. Tucker in the -Cole tire and Baker, was the response. just then a Newcomer appeared on the scene. 1 'VVhat's the argument? he queried. They have a Kuhn over there, and were going to Cooper up and Baker so we can have Mauer to eat, volunteered one of the conspirators. They'll get W'ise if you Rader in the Day time. You'd better wait till Knight, the stranger Warned. Oh, Shaw! XVhat's the use? lt'll Frost tonight and we'll get too cold, com- plained the Taylor. Do as I say if you Want Fuller stomachs tomorrow, said the stranger, That's Pretty good advice. agreed the Miller- By all means, let us Wait, or they'll Altschnl us out-or maybe worse than that, they chorused. So they waited 'till Knight to perform the theft. -B. B. '23. THINGS WE NEVER SEE A sheet from the bed of a river A tongue from the mouth of a stream A toe from the foot of a mountain And a page from the volume of steam. A wink from the eye of a needle A nail from the linger of fate A plume from the wing of an army And a drink from the bar of a gate. A hair off the head of a hammer. A bite from the teeth of a saw A race on a course of study A joint from a limb of the law. lf a physician does well, the world proclaims itg if he does ill, the earth covers it up. rl' 'lf The elephant is a funny animal. Its horns are in its mouth and it eats hay with its tail. rl' 'Z' Never let' your studies interfer with your education. + + Don't try to convince a girl she's wrong--give her a box of candy and shut up. -1- -l- 'What is so rare as an orchestra in tune? The actions of a father speak louder than the words ofa son. rl' rl' I Revenge may be sweet, but seeking it is apt to sour one's disposition. -lf 'Z' While the telegraph annihilates time, the messenger boy kills it. -P 'I' Every man is bound to hear the truth occasionally, even if he doesn't recog- nize it. -I' rl' A man never knows how foolish he can look until he+atten,xds a 5 o'clock tea. More men are willing to lend an ear than a hand. Page One Hundred and Fifteen

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THE BLUE AND GOLD thc NVaggoncr for repairs. He said he called this his VVood-Ford. I asked him why he dicln't tradc it for an Essex. I looked out the XYetilst sfde of the mill and saw the Broadwater which was backed up by the mill dam. The Miller asked me if I was tired and I told him that he could not Tucker me out so easily. Before leaving the mill the Miller showed me a bunch of Herbst which he said he had gathered in the woods for his wife, who always made many old-ffashioned remedies. He said she Harpst on that subject every spring. -NELLIE BADGER, '25. BY RADIO Talk about mix ups, let me give you a sample of what I heard over the wireless, one clear night not long ago. It went something like this: This is K. D, K. A., Pittsburg sign-Car-o-lina in the morn-ing-Next will be a gr--r-r-r-lovin' Sam, the Sheik of Alabam'-rain and warmer in the northwest part of-we will broadcast from this station, XY. E. A. F.. New York City, next week--I'm coming, I'm com-ing but my head is-This is XV. G. Y., Schenectady. New York. Please stand by for two-Therefore all washing machines should be-stir into the first mixture a little Hour and water for-Aggravatin' papa-and then the three big bears just hurried right- the Libby Owens closed at-I think I'll take the river and never come back-W. O. C. signing off. Goodnight. About this time we thought it was goodnight!! --MARIAN COLLINGWOOD. CONSOLATION To see yourself as others see you In the High School Looking-glass Sometimes makes you feel exalted, Sometimes causes much distress. Some reHections look like Mozart, Washiiigton, or Raphael, Or perhaps a Fannie Crosby Or a Florence Nightingale. All of these may make you happy, But you'll surely stop and think NVhen you find a hundred students Voted you the missing link. Laziest, the biggest bluffer, Sloppiest or most perverse, Crankiest crank in the school, A nut, or even worse. You may merit these opinions Or they may be quite unjustg Wie are judged by words and actions, Sometimes they are only dust. Yet, it's up to every person Camouflages to destroy Folks can't tell a soul is golden If it's covered with alloy. -VIRGINIA SHARP, '25. THE PHILOSOPHY OF BEING ALIVE Did it ever occur to you what pros and cons a man's life is full of? He comes into this worldwithout his consent and goes out against his will, and the trip between is ex- ceedingly rocky. The rule of contraries is one of the features of this trip. Wlhen he is little the big girls kiss him: when he is big the little girls kiss him. fThese rules have exceptions. however.D If he is poor he is unthriftyg if he is rich, he is dishonest. If he needs credit, he can't get itg if he is prosperous, every one wants to do him a favor. If he is in politics, it is for graft: if he is not, he is unpatrioticg If he doesn't give to charity, he's a stingy cuss: if he does, it's for show. If he is actively religious, he's a hypocriteg if he is uninterested in it, he is a sinner. If he makes love he's a mushy molly- coddleg if he doesn't he is either bashful or cold-blooded. If he dies young, there was a great future before him, if he lives to an old age, he missed his calling. If he gets money, Page One Hundred and Fourteen

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Page One Hun'drcd and THE BLUE AND GOLD BOB FLETCHER To a Football Player who has broken training LApologies to Burns! Big, huskie, f1ghtin', fierce ee'd brutie, Oh what an effort to do thy dutie! Thou needs must drag ae pipe sae sooty An' breek ae rule! I wad be laith t' treat sae wrangly, Sac gude ae school! I doubt na, whyles, but thou n1ay chew Ae hunk o' plug. 'Tis nae thing new Amang ye brutes. But l'll tell you Th' result is bad! Gie a glimp at yon nicotine hounds! I ken ae fagg bye gadl Thou know'st, as how, one week's the game Wid Toonerville-hence lies our fame! But ye, poor boobie, wid Cranium lame, 's a-breakin! trainin'! Can ye na' staches thru a bit 0' waitin'? Gitl yere honor's fadin'. Such is the fate o' simple coach Wen the trials o' trainin' are broke an' broached Tho weel I ken the dang stuff's poached. ' They knew their onions Gie me ae mon wha' abeys the rules, God bless his bunions! -JOE MALLOY, '23 THE FOOTBALL GIRL Eyes that are clear as the sparkling air When the frost-sprinkled forests flame, Cheeks all aglow with the daintiest red, VVind-tossed hair round a graceful head, Bonny and blithesotne beyond compare- Hail to the Queen of the Game! There are courage and hope in her eyes so brown, As she raises the blue and gold flag high, And winning or losing, till all is done, She is true to her colors and cheers them on, VVith the blue and gold in her gown- Fair symbol of loyalty. There is much that is dear in the victor's prize- Honor, applause, and fame, But when the strife ends in a victory, The first and the best which the winners see Is a swift flashing signal from Beauty's eyes- A smile from the Queen of the Game. Then hcre's to the maid who begins her reign When the dead leaves race and whirl, Hearty and loud is the praise I bring, For fairest of all is the maid I sing So fill up your glasses and pledge again A toast to the Football Girl! -GENEVA S Sixteen ORENSON