George Washington High School - Monument Yearbook (Cedar Rapids, IA)

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Washington's Letter Box By Merry Mannerisms Dear Merry Mannerisms: Please tell me, why is it that athletic men appeal to women more than the studious type? B. K. Dear B. K.: If you don't know that, there's no use telling you. A M. M. Dear Miss Mannerisms: Being a 10B, I doubtlessly have much to learn. Being unlike most 10B's, I admit it. Since I've been to Washington I've paid elevator fees twice, and locker dues three times. But since then, I've started thinking. Tell me, Miss Man- nerisms, do you think they've been mak- ing a sucker out of me? Vera Green. Dear Vera: No, of course they haven't. You just do every little thing that the upperclass- men tell you to do, and you'll get along fine. Incidentally, the fee for answering your letter is 250. Please remit imme- diately. M. M. My very dear Merry: I have no problem but should like to help poor bashful boys. I'm fully con- vinced that I'm the most popular boy in school. I attribute my success to my handsome face, manly form and dazz- ling personality. I will gladly send my Ona Hundred Twelve pamphlet, Ten Secrets to Success to anyone sending a stamped, self-ad- dressed envelope. Billy Corey. Dear Billy: Thank you very much for your help- ful letter. I'm sure many lads will ap- preciate your pamphlet Ten Secrets to Success. Write again. M. M. Dear Merry Mannerisms: Will you please advise me? Howard McLaughlin has been answering me so respectfully of late. What shall I do? Miss Witwer. Dear Miss Witwer: Don't be worried, dear lady. It is just the spring coming on, and I suggest some good old sulphur and molasses liberally dished out. ' M. M. -l Dear Miss Mannerisms: I have been going steady with Anna- bel for two years now. I have taken her to shows, dances, and have given her presents on birthdays and Christ- mases. And now, Miss Mannerisms, the question is this-Do you think I ought to kiss her? B. B. Dear B. B.: Heavens no, you've done enough for her already! M. M.

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Look Out For Mr. Lavell: He'll smile, and then either give you a test or a smothering assignment. Miss Tathwellz She'l1 do a sneak-up- on-you act in library and grab you just like that for whispering. Mr. Bonham: He'1l cultivate your acquaintance, and if you fall, he'll have you working for him the rest of your bringing back that library book, and you'll pay and pay. Miss Wilson: She uses a lie detector. Mrs. Green: She'll give you a blue slip, but you'll get in trouble with it. Mr. Estby: He'll embarrass you to death, and fit some awful nickname on you that you'll never be able to shed. Miss Rogers: She'll expect devils to be angels, and black to be white. Washington Fables years. Miss Arie: She'll get you for not FABLE No. I Once upon a time there was a girl named Bertha Schneider. Now Bertha was a very shy little girl, and she was also extremely weak. She could never run about and play like the other chil- dren, and her voice was so sweet and gentle that you could scarcely hear her speak. Well, Bertha grew up to be a big girl, and one day she came to a school called W a s h i n g t o n. There everybody had to take a nasty subject called Health. Poor Bertha was frightened to death of the big bounc- ing balls. She tried to lift one once, and though she grunted and groaned, it was no use. But one day, Bertha had to play in a basketball game. The score was tied, there was one minute to play, and the ball suddenly fell into her hands. And what did little Bertha do? She made a mighty effort, and the ball went straight into the basket. Moral: Bravery is the soul of wit. FABLE No. 2 A, Poor Red Wilson was such a shy boy. He just never could get up the courage to say anything. But when he would go down the hall, he would notice a girl called Martha, because she had that quality he most wished to possess. No matter where she might be, you were always sure to know she was around. Always and forever you could hear her. So one day Red drew a deep breath and asked her to go to the Senior play with him. And what did she do? She looked up into his eyes and murmured, Yes, Red, and from that day to this, he's been the talk of the school one way or another. Moral: Might makes right. ' Fable No. 3 Fable No. 3 is very sad, and as we've heard tears were very bad for High School complexions, the editor has de- cided to omit it. I SOS I had a little radio. It was a tiny thing. But if you hold it to your ear, You ought to hear it sing. One day I took it in toclass, To drive the blues away. . When Mr. Gerwig heard of it, Well, that's enough to say! One Hundred 7'hirLcm

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Washington In Capitals is for Walt Kinch .An all around lad A is for Annabel The best to be had S is for Shoemaker A musical frill H is for Harman Who sings for a thrill I is for Ivanhoe Must know him to pass N is for Norene A blonde with much class G is for Gertie Torgeson's the name T is for Thompson A speaker of fame O is for Ora Mae A red headed gal N is for Jim Nance Our athletic pal W Why I Am Don Newell: I even got my lessons once, and the teacher didn't call on me. Jim Shafer: No smoking on account of opera. Alberta Johnson: I thought I had Mac nicely tied, but there were stronger ties that bound. Jeanne Curry: I have a little sister who is inches taller than I. Jerome Gearhart: Mr. Lavell doesn't appreciate my wise cracks. Betty Kehne: I've tried and tried, but I just can't tell which Barger I'm going with. Bill Hughes: I can't seem to make Miss Leven really care for me. H is for Howard Cherry With such a sweet way I is for Ignorance Which never holds sway G is for Gouldin Yvonne's a sweet miss H is for Hungerford Who giggles with bliss S is for Sallach Who argues forever C is for Culver Who'll orate on the weather H is for Harmony That floats from 200 O is for Oboe On which Hughes has thundered O is for Old Long our school has sat L is for Love Spring winds tend to that. A Pessimist Bob Hunnicutt: I've lost three books, and they are going to make me pay for every one of them. Virginia Ohmann: I can't shed Ches- ter, even by being cruel and rude. Marcella Heal: Every time I ask a fellow to a party, they call it off. Miriam Ogburn: Sam is only a tenth grader, which isn't so good. Mrs. Green: My permanent wave re- fuses to grow out. Norma Glass: Just when my super- sophistication act was going over big, I had to stub my toe. Paul Kelty: No one seems to appre- ciate my Grade A personality. Rachel Austin: I'd much rather look like Harlow than Bette Davis. One Hundred Eleven