Germantown Friends School - Blue and White Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Class History ll llXl'T l heor you ox me 'bout sump'n n'er, Honey? inquired Uncle Remus ot the youngster, lying in tront ot the tire. Yes, Uncle Remus, replied the little boy. lt wos obout the Closs ot '35, l thought moybe you knew something obout it. Yossir, chile, l reckon l know o good bit 'bout it, koze dem whot tol' me 'bout it hod been dor, on' ez dey gun it ter me, so l gin it ter you. lt come 'bout one time woy bock yonder dot de creeturs wuz oll set'n' oroun in kin'ergor- ten, Et you'll wotch right close, lfloney, you'll tin' out ter yo'se't dot when tolks oin't got much ter do, on' little er nothin' ter ter tolk 'bout, dey'll soon git in mischief. An' dot's de woy wid dese creeturs. Right up from de kin'ergorten dey wos ollis gittin' inter trouble. ' De squobbles begon 'roun' 'bout de moypole, on' ovo' whot pussins shu'd be leodo' uv de bond. Brer Webster, he try mighty hord tor two y'ors, on' he done tinolly unom'ously won out. Time went on des like it do now, on' de stors on' de monitors done der bes' ter keep de chilluns in de proper ordo', on' de soop- dish wuz dere hondy ter de time when Wiley-Woody cussed. Sisto' Phoebe, de chile wot loter stoyed home more don she went ter school, cud eot milk on' crockers in de recesses wid'out oskin' nobody, on' lone done come out wid 'pinions 'bout de teocho right smock to her toce. As dey pergressed in y'ors los de best uv chilluns ollos dol de teocho' she done mok' dem 'ittle 'uns punch pillers when dey wuz bod, on' give 'em keys when dey wuz good, But ter tell you de trufe, l-loney, when dey wuz put in de clook- room ter bein' bod dey done show der tempo' by chuckin' sneoko's on' shoes ovo de portishum in de room. But were they olwoys bod, Uncle Remus? interrupted the little boy. Bless you, no, chile, dey hod der good points too. l reckon dey mus'o been purty smort, koze dey done gib o ploy on' o Penn poj'unt dot were mighty high stutt, yossir. ln de ploy dot 'ittle-teller Chris wuz o Sout'-Seo nymph, on' dot mighty Goheen tuk de big port uv Sonto Clous'. De ploy it would hob been pu'teck ef de music teocho', McCloskey, hodn't done popped in wid de tunes ot de 'rung time, An' dot whopper uv o poj'unt wud hob been pu'teck, too, et dey hodn't done gib it in de bron'-new gym. De po' little chilluns dey look mighty smoll in dot big ploce, ond somehow, chile, Ah think dot dey jes' wuzn't bo'n to be octors no'how. Whot wos the motter with their ploys, Uncle Remus? interrupted' the young- ster ogoin, 1 Well, l-loney, Ah gis 'twere ies' de unto'seen t'ings dot so't uv popped up out uv de cleor sky, When dey wuz older dey went in to' ploys in o big woy. Dere wuz tust de l.ivin'ston ploy, when de leodln' mon Webster got sick ies' beto' de doy. Den dere wuz de Shok'speor ones whor Queen Thomos ond King l-lonnevig shouts mos' der lines on' knock ovo' voses in de 'citement uv o noisy violin ployin' ter der entronce. Well, son, de l-lot-pin Twins mode der redempshun ter Shok'speor by orotin' Eight

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in a high an' mighty voice, e'en do Jackie wuz skeered t' approach one uv de women-folks 'case she done hab a mean look in 'er eye. lt ain't long 'fore de boys an' girls dey got mighty tired uv giben' plays, an' dey done decide den an' dere ter pay der good money ter see ones perfesh'nal-like, an' dey all done troop into de big city ter see 'l-lamlet' and 'Twelfth Night' But dey were hard ter please, dese chilluns were, fer bimeby dey done writ' a speshul letter ter de leadin' lady, who bimeby broke der hearts by fergettin' ter answer. Atter dis, de 'hole bunch uv michi'vus scallywogs done go trippin' out inter de wilds uv Pennsy'vania ter hab a picnic, an' see a 'l-ledgerow' play. But dose boys, dey were bad 'uns dey were, dey got bored stiff wid de picnic, an' dey run atter de girls an' done put frogs down de l-larris chile's neck, An' dey stood dere des a-laughin', fit ter kill, Uncle Remus, didn't they have any parties? Oh, yes, 'deedy, l-loney, Ain't l tol' you dat? Den l must' be gettin' ol' an' wobbly. Dem rapscallions, dey had all sorts uv a time. Leas' ways it 'pears as if dey wuz, kaze sometimes it done look mighty lak dey all wuz havin' forty- lev'm duck fits. Yassir, at de l-larrit-Farm picnic dey done roll in de dirt uv de groun' til' der clo'es dey were black, Dis wuz bad 'nuff, but wuss come, kaze dey wuz ornery an' wouldn't quit dey behavishness, dey done commence to hab a war wid skunk-cabbage. You may ox you'se'f, l-loney, how come dese chilluns come t' be so rambunxious, but you ain't gwineter git no answer, an' needer is dey any- body what kin tell yer. Bimeby de time come when dey had purty well grow'd up, but de girlS dey seems jes' as chilish, Now, when dat's de case, what you reckon gwineter happen? Well, suh, Miss l-liatt she done gib a Valentine's pahty fo' dese gal- rascals, an' dey done hab de time uv der life, Dat smilin' gal Amy, she done sho' nuff got bitten by de goldfish outer de fish-bowl, while she wuz snoopin' roun'. Bimeby whiles all de yudder gals wuz havin' der in'cent fun, de punch-bowl it somehow got mix'd up wid plump-Martha, an' dey ain't no two ways 'bout it, dat punch it mak' an' awfu' mess all ova' de floor. An' it sholy wuz scan'lous de way some dem peepul carry on whiles mos' de yudders wuz soun' sleep, But 'ef it hadn't been fer dat local Winchell from up in de Dutch country, mos' de rest wouldn't hab known dat Jimmy, Itch, Eggit, Louise, an' Ginney snuck off to der firemen's ball ter raise der roof, Yassir, dey ain't no two ways 'bout it, dose gal-youngster wuz alla' time gittin' in de teacha's hair, 'Ef it 'twant dis it 'us dat, an' 'ef 'twant dat, 'twas de yuther, an' so dar you go y'ar in an' y'ar out, When dey wuz still purty small, in Teacha' Dobson's room, one 'em done grab right quick a sprinkler-can an' atter dat done empty mos' de water out de window on de in'cent heads below, l'm fear'd ter say right short off dat it 'uz one er de yuther uv der gals, but, dish yer person she done look mighty like dat right smart chunk uva-gal l-lilda. e Yassir, chile, eben atter dose gals had grow'd up to der llth grade, dey done rile Teacha' White fust one way den anudderl Julia, Amy, an' Louise done come artis'ic, an' start dec'ratin' de statue uv Napo'lian wid lipstick an' blue crayon an' t'rowin' clay 'round de room Dey ain't no tellin' what would 'a' happen' ef de White teacha' hadn't popped in de door ies' smack at de right moment Dat 'uz b'fo' eve'ybody wuz rushin' roun' tryin' fer ter git pitchurs of movie-stars White, she done put her foot down den wid orders an' glarin' eyes But das' not all, kaze she done show her au'tority 'gain when de women done go traip'sin' Nine