Hartwell High School - Wave Lengths Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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gb guess Who? A dancing shape with flirting eye, She breaks all hearts, then casts them A giggle here, a giggle there, by. A giggle, giggle everywhere. White hair, pale face, the actor to be. Black hair, dark eyes, a man of brawn, In truth a fiend for history is he. A hero bold to gaze upon. When flashing smile, the friend of all, Red hair, gray eyes-a dialling gal, Our star of stars in basketball. With freckles, too-our Leslie,s pal. An orator bold, with uah? :md Blond hair: brown eyes, 2H1 impiSh 'knde smile, A hesitant voice,and trembling hands. A lad in mischief all the while. The lightening bug is brilliant But it hasrft any mind; It blunders through existence With its headlight on behind. If you d011,: want :1 thing done, appoint a committee to do it. $enior class, please take notd MWhat could be more sad, said Miss O Brien, than a man without a country?n uA country without a manf' piped up Margaret Loth. 66

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CGbrougb the Brew with the Qiaries September 30eTook a perfect flop to-day in study. I was handing Duff my notebook and I leaned over so far that I lost my balance and fell like a ton of bricks. The whole French class stood up and hee-hawed like a lot of donkeys. Pickett was in there, too. I felt as if I were in a canyon and all that I could see were large chves tmouthsy With roars of laughter coming fortheR. J. D. October 21-I almost forgot, but last night I dreamed that Lewis had on :1 tan suit with thin red stripes, which ran around instead of up and downevery comicale M. S. October 29eWe seniors assembled in 202 for an interview with Auld,s jewelry salesman. Miss OlBrien has asked us to describe him, but what do we care about the salesmanehek married anyway! I can better describe our ring. It,s a pip ! Won't I feel dignihed when I have one on my hngereA. L. R. November 19-Room 200, English IV, 1:47 P. M. Lewis and Bill Doepke were just called to the oche. ths nextPhR. J. D. November ZSeOh yes, I was called to the office Friday. Mr. Stewart Was very nice. Just told us that we were in the danger zone-that we might fail, in other words. You get the queerest feeling when called to the ofhce, not knowing why. You try to think of all the things youjve done and wonder if any of them are criminal. Then when you get there, you are treated very nicely, and you find that your fears were all in vain. -R. J. D. November 27e5hakespeare is dead wrong. The women of to-day are certainly not frail. Some of them are as dangerous as wild animals. Not so much that I know from personal experience; but somehow I seem to know.eL. K. December lleAnother auditorium session! Whoopee! The Hopi IndianslThere were flve herewne woman, three common Indian braves, and one adorable young priest of the Kiva. After being introduced, they did several dances for us. The eagle dance was the prettiest. In the snake dance, they held live snakes in their mouths. The darling young priest sat rolling thread on the platform. We senior girls were, of course, sitting in the first three rows. We were whispering to each other how fascinating he was, when softly he raised those deep brown eyes and gave us the sweetest stnile that ever shone on the face of an Indian priest. Barbara gave a quick, breathless sighetshe wouldleand my heart ceased heating for an indefinite period. Of course, each senior girl claimed that smile for her very own, and in the past two days I have had at least twenty arguments as to whom it really belongs. Some day, however, they shall see, for I intend to visit that Hopi Indian village, far in the West, where the Sante Fe crosses the Little Colorado River, and there in the ancient Kivan Kiva find my priest with the soft sweet smile.-A. L. R. December 16--Brummel and I had a fight. We both returned our pictures, but now that welve made up, I guess well give Iem backV-R. J. D. 68