Geneva High School - Legend Yearbook (Geneva, IN)

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A Freshman was heard to ask Mel Wegmiller, What kind of ham sandwiches have you? Pick --Let's have a marshmallow toast. I Bill B.-There aint any mush melons this time of year. When we leave these classic walls And these dearly cherished halls Where we feel that duty calls, Let us go to Berne. And departing let us leave, Naught for which we aught to grieve. SMALL BOY'S COMPOSITION ON BONES Bones is a very queer thing. They is three hundred sixty- five in use, the same as the days of the year, but they is dif- ferent. We are made of flesh and blood and bones. Our bones is what our iiesh is put onto. Some bones is good for Esoup, but they is cow's and not ours. Our bones is hollow and if they was not hollow they would be so heavy we could not carry them around. We should be very thankful for our bones, for if it was not for our bones we would all gg to sqgsh. - electe . A buzzard flew from north to south. He had a Senior in his mouth. When he saw he had a fool, I-Ie dropped him in Geneva School. My Lawrence is dead, my Lawrence is dead, wailed poor Mary Pontius, holding up a letter. Here is a letter from him right from the dead letter office. BASKET-BALL I like to see a great big game All danger to diminsh. But then again it pleases me To see a realclosefinish. Who learns and learns, but acts not what he knows, Is one who ploughs and ploughs, but never sows. Just place Give your laundry to Dutch cn Harold Weg- miller's tombstone and he will die with a smile on his face. HEAD-ON COLLISION If a bonnet meet a bonnet Coming through the door, Each with fowls, and forests on it, Three yards' round or more- If each hat, not measured double, Grazes either side, What mere man can gage the trouble When those two collide? A man entirely wrapped up in himself carries a small package. Teacher: Johnny, can you tell me why a donkey eats thistles ? Johnny: Yes Ma'am, it's 'cause he's a donkey. Mr. Griffey- Please do not play the march so loud, Louise. Louise- I can't help it Mr. Griffey, it calls for forte. Mr. Griffey- Well just make it thirty-five. The sharp point of a joke frequently wounds a friend but remember our jokes are all blunt. May I print a kiss upon your lips? Yes, provided you promise not to publish it. Miss Lung- Who were the Goths and Vandals? David- They were the people that got the advertising matter for this Annual. Ruth J.- Does Doris sing by ear or by note? Chas. Drew- Neither one for she sings by main strength. Why is it that Ina has such a strong desire to marry rich ?

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High Scho ol Song Tune, Boola Girl. Well, here we are, well, here we are, Just listen to what we sayg Old G. H. S. has a name known far That will stand until the judgment day, We've hope and faith in Geneva High, Foresakeher we never willg We love her colors, Red and Black, Rah! Rah! They're never still, CHORUS. O Geneva, Geneva High School, O Geneva, Geneva High School, We're the envy of the schools, But they honor the G. H. S. Oh, you should see the Seniors wise Whose knowledge is so great, And Juniors jolly and learn'd, And there is the Soph who is never late, Our freshmen we would not give up, And our teachers nothing lack, In athletics we take the cup, True and loyal to the Red and Black. CHORUS. -Words by Miss Inez Pyle, '15. .. When the trials of life make us fear, When we think all the world is cold, The thoughts, of dear old days spent here, Will return again to ease our soul. When the pleasures of life we bless, When our cup is full and overflowing, A prayer of thanks to old G. H. S. We breathe with dim eyes ovezhglcivwiiggg Our Seniors in 1948 Last night I had a dream that the date Was nineteen hundred and forty-eight. The Seniors of G. H. S. I could plainly see And this is the way they apeared to me. In Decatur, Lawyer Drew, lives a sage And scores go there on pilgrimage He lives happy, and in great renown, And Decatur, has becom-e a famous town. Merle and Ruth surely a fine pair The latter is a wife, his life to share Whil-e the former is held in much esteem, He daily drives a blind mule team. Next I saw two persons old and gray I ask them how long in G. H. S. they had yet to stay, It was Milton and Fos without a doubt They answered: Two years more before we get out The next I saw was Harold who tries to rule A class of boys in Plainfield Reform School, And plainly on his coat there could be seen The little class pin 'of nineteen fourteen. The next scene was in Paris where I met Miss Marjorie Briggs as suffragette, She said, I'll live to see the time, when Women can vote as well as men. Miss Louise is as happy as can be For still she wears the sweater with a black letter G, She is free from care, and free from ill, For her better half handles the baton with skill. In my vision I beheld our Doris on a farm With all the things of life that could give her charm Here and there, around about her feet Two happy little children scampered, Little Doe, and Cunning Pete.