Findlay High School - Trojan Yearbook (Findlay, OH)

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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

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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 Do You Know Them? You See Them Every Day. The Brains Angel Face Mary Cat PCaI1Ut Bury Me Felix Catty Colly Neue Shuey Jimmy Mazie Rosy Lily Prima Heathen Heathen Secunda Heathen Jenny Tom Goody Dot Mutt Peg Gin Bobby Cap The sun is setting in the west, The dav is dieing fast, -NELLIE BADGER, '25, Yet not all the simple-minded are in the Freshmen Class! VVanted: Someone to make a fuss over me.-Geraldine VVilson. Goodness me, I didn't know I had two sheets in the wash. said Harold Sheerer's wash lady picking up his night shirt. Faculty Motto: They shall not pass. Miss Cratty: Hazel will you see about getting up a quartette? Hazel Moore: How many? An English class had been reading about a voyage and when Miss Moore asked if anyone knew about Peg Plotz a boy got up and said sl'1e's seasick. Miss Cratty: CliPf, are you trying to blutt your way through school? Cliff G.: XVell, I can't get through on my good looks, so I hafta get through some way. Mr. Greene: VVhat three words are most used by a high school student? Bob Harris: I don't know. C. R. G.: That's right. May the chaperou from cupid, learn enough blindness to be stupid. 'X' -l' .Read aloud, quickly: l'Slimy snakes slide swiftly southward. 'I' 'l' Mr. Fintou entered Miss Cherring- ton's class room as Isabell Tisdale was quoting Shakespeare: tHence, home, you idle creature, get you home. CExit Mr. Fintonj May all of you live all the days of your life. -le -Z- Did you ever hnd a hair in a honey comb? -!- -if If you walk in your sleep take car fare to bed with you. + 'I' Never be discouraged by trifles such as a fellows hand over his exam paper. WE POINT WITH PRIDE TO: Forest Presnell, our all around athlete. Peg Curtiss, our star studier. Allan Ballinger, our funny man. Lillian Wise, our noble pianist. Mary Russel, our map book specialist. gfharles Hurley, with his pretty hair. Don Alspach's excuses. Clarence Grises' roly baby eyes, Mr. Shull's cookey cluster. Gertrude Swinehart's cheer leading. Page One Hundred and Seventeen