Jennings High School - Jen Echo Yearbook (Jennings, MO)

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EVERYTHING GOES Oh! I forgot. He . . . He ean't even hear signals. What now! Those lunarties are playing baseball without a ball. Imagine no shriveled, shrunken planet-sphere. Singing in burning buildings, baseball without a ball, oscillating Indians, scary janitoros, and sad little umpires. What is this any-sphere? Listen! Listen! Another Openin, of Another. Oshhhh. They disintegrated. But I know I remember another openin, of another another SHOW. That's it. Itls a SHOW. Come to think of it. Maybe I'll just zoom along and follow these earth-people, show-people to fejerson Barracks and Bayless so I can see it again -this . . . this show. MR. JOHN E. MAIER Journalism, Vocal Music Colorado University, B.M.E Michigan University, Take my camels, I'll keep my girls. nn-lClN Ebbet's Field comes to St. Louis. Rock, rocking Redwingf'

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.IN Hasten, oh hasten, oh hasten away. amen Push! Squash! Push! OUCH! Why is everyone hurrying just to sit in that huge heaven of seats again? Hey! I hear music. Ug! That trumpet call. Who was that? No one on that hump in the floor has a trumpet. Where in the universe - uh - I mean - uh - on earth did they come from? They werenJt there the first time I got pushed in here. A new chief is speaking this time. So you're john Maier. Glad to know you, john Maier. I can't look!,' Oh my heavens! That rude boy is laughing at his teacher. Oh-h-h-h-h! They,re all laughing. How rude! That poor, poor man. Singing and dancing and an art exhibit too, but the masterpieces are so wobbly! PLEASE! Be careful. Watch out, young fella, when you jump out hre exits. Besides, you all are quite solar-silly to sing while your home is burning like a meteor. ta,M 4

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MEET ME IN Now wait just one minute. Must you wake me up tonight again? All those lights. Everyone is coming back to this heaven of seats. Uh-oh . . . I get it . , . it's another .. . what was it? . . . Oh yes, another SHOW. So this is why you fellas have been bothering me with your prancing around on this big hump every single night for the last five weeks. This is why you have strained your voice boxes, made paper walls, and walked around in those stretched dresses. Well here we go again. Everything goes again. Hey! Be careful! You'll hurt that ragfella by throwing him on the floor like that. Grandpa, you're perfectly right. Don't you move if you don't want to. You should be the head of this family. That Mr. Smith is a mean, mean, man doing his family that way. Why, he deserves those solar-silly daughters! Agnes, you should be ashamed. A little girl drink- ing cosmic cocktails. And, Tootie biting Mr. Dodge. You de- serve to be spanked and in front of all those people too. He did deserve it though. That bag of water does him justice. Hurray for Tootie!! Ahhh curtain time. Listen to that -- They're calling for us. Let's go take our bows.