Harrisburg Central High School - Yearbook (Harrisburg, PA)

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llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllIIllIIllIlllIIIIllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllll Illlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Class Roll of Mid-Year Class, February, 1924 Once upon a time a BOYVMAN went out hunting for a bear. He had not gone far when he came upon a man by the name of Bucnigic who was fishing. Have you caught any FISH-MANMV, 'tPlease let me ENTER Cal Il-1N15.'l HKNUPP7' Qnopej said the fisherman. So he continued his travels until he carrie to a village where the blacksmith was engaged in a strange game.. HSMITH, what are you doing?H asked the inquisitive hunter. 'CBOLANH was the answer. HI7LL WAGER that I can SWING CLYD a LONG one the bowman challenged. HSHUPPQ7 Cshut upb came the grutf answer, HXNTALLOVVER, along! The hunter accordingly left the smithy to his game, traveling farther on until he canre to a young lady by the name of GEARY. He questioned her 'WVLIRT go-ing my way, pretty maid? She became frightened at this strange man and screamed, HBACHMAN or l'll call my Mormon Cmotherj. HANWYLL you really? All right, 1 won 't walk with you, and with these words he trudged upon his way seeking the bearg but instead he came to a ROBIN- SON who surprised him by laughing in a human manner. His ha-HAss made the air ring. Soon he sobered and asked the man if he would like som.e HAeKnNisnRGER cheese. The hunter assented and ate some of the dainty inorsel. After he had eaten it the bird said, KLHOFFSO1ll'IR77 Chave some morej. The bowman ate some more of the delicacy. He thanked the bird and again started after that elusive Ibear. But instead of a bear he encountered a pretty sheep. He was pitiless and said in the ereature's hearing so that it ran away--mAh if I had some shears I would SIIEARIQR-SHANK!'7 As he had no shears he continued his weary way until he noticed a sign which had on it the words: t'1C niiles to BLALOCK town. He turned the way which the sign pointed and had walked no more than two miles lllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIlllllllllllIlllllllllllllIlilllllllllllIIIHIIlIllIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Y Fifty F our