John H Reagan High School - Spur Yearbook (Austin, TX)

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Compliments of BOB WYGANT, Mgr. “Where Everybody Goes ” A Complete Department Store 2125 Yale St. Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Janies G. Donovan 19th AVE. GRAIN FUEL Feed, Poultry Supplies, Wood, and Coal We Deliver 426 W. 19th Taylor 1352 We Give Green Trading Stamps ROLAND DRUG COMPANY ( Heart o’ the Heights ) Will appreciate your drug business. Serving the people of the Heights at the same location for 20 years. 12th and Yale Sts. Taylor 1234 Compliments of CARPENTER’S SERVICE STATION Washington at Houston Avenue “Personalized Service ” Open All Night Union Bottling Works Preston 0366

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B. C. Blair — “Shay, waiter, find my hat.” Waiter — “It’s on your head, sir.” B. C. — “Don’t bother then; I’ll look for it myself.” Johnnie C. — “Hi! Mr. Elrod, I’m going your way.” Mr. Elrod — “So I see, but I’ll get there before you do.” Mr. Freeman — “When two bodies come together, is heat generated?” Harold Murphree — “No, sir, I hit a guy yesterday; and he knocked me cold.” Mr. Williams was testing the general knowledge of the junior class. Slapping a half-dollar on the desk, he said sharply, “And what’s that?” Alvin Holland (from the back row) — “Tails, sir.” Miss Crawford — “Who is your favorite author?” Charles Matthews — “My father.” Miss Crawford — “What did he ever write?” Charles — “Checks.” Warren Ford — “That man yonder can’t hear it thunder.” Charles Hill — “Is he deaf?” Warren — “No, it isn’t thundering.” Will Mullenweg — “Doc Sell, I saw your article in the paper about the ground¬ hog.’; Jimmie Wallace — “What is a ground-hog?” Will — “It’s sausage.” Miss Rucker — “John, tell me all you know about education in the eighteenth century.” John Weyer — “Well, all I know is that the kids didn’t get much.” Miss Rucker — “Well, since you mentioned the kids, what about the goats?” John — “Oh! they were the teachers.” Mr. Johnson — “Don’t you think you ought to have an intelligent animal about the place to protect you, and — ” Miss Joy — “Oh! Huey, this is so sudden. I - .” Dixie Christoph — “Where are you going when you die?” Hulen Marshall — “To the funeral, most likely.” Dobie McDevitt (to a cop) — “Can you tell me which is the opposite side of the street?” Cop — “Why, the other side, of course.” Dobie — “Well, I was just over there; and the man on the other side told me it was this side.” Mrs. Pratt — “Conjugate the verb reach in the past tense.” Maurice Westerfeld — “I reached, you reached, he got it.” Marvin DeWoody — “You are the breath of my life.” Devreaux Wolf — “Then hold your breath a minute.” Miss Mehr — “My heavens! how did you ever get so freckled?” Evelyn Pick — “I let myself get sunburned through a window screen.” Dorothy J. Effinger — “My kisses are intoxicating.” Melvin Price — “Yes, but confound it, you believe in prohibition enforcement.” Frances Cox — “Dear, your heart is beating so hard that it sounds just like a drum.” Mickey Grubbs — “Oh! that’s the call to arms.” Miss Ware — “You may not believe it, but I said No to seven different men during the summer.” Mr. Traylor — “Oh, I don’t doubt it. What were they selling?” Miss Ferguson — “Now we find that x is equal to zero.” Donald Reed — “Gee! all that work for nothing.” Mr. Camp — “What is your car? A five passenger?” R. B. Bayer — “Yes, but I can get eight in if they are well acquainted.”

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Jack Nagel — “What are you looking at?” Cecelia Wilk— “Your feet. I just love to watch them go; it looks so much like a boat race.” Ann Mize — “I paid my fourth visit to the beauty shop today.” Walter Robertson — “Strange, you can’t seem to get waited on, dear.” Grandpa — “You people don’t burn the midnight oil over your work as we old- timers did.” Willard Plentl — “No, grandpa, times have changed. Now we get along faster in the dark.” Mr. Stallings — “Would you go anywhere for my daughter?” “Ugg” Jefferson — “Yes, sir.” Mr. Stallings — “I wish you would go home for her; it’s after twelve o’clock.” Officer — “Hey! pull over to the curb, young lady. Do you know that you were doing 75?” Mercile — “Isn’t it marvelous? And I just learned to drive yesterday!” Robert Brooks — “I understand fish is good for the brain. Can you recommend anything special?” Doctor — “Well, you might begin with a whale.” Wink M. — “Father, my Sunday School teacher said, if I’m good. I’ll go to heaven.” Father— “Well!” Wink— “Well, you said if I were good. I’d go to the circus. Now, I want to know who’s telling the truth.” Ed Hubbell — “Everything seems brighter after I’ve been out with you.” Avanell Burch — “It should. You never go home until morning.” Jack Dow— “They say, dear, that people who live together get in time to look exactly alike.” Fay Atkinson — “Then you can consider my refusal final.” Violet J. — “What is your worst sin?” Rose J. — “My vanity. I spend hours before the mirror, admiring my beauty.” Violet — ”That isn’t vanity, dear. That is imagination.” Allan Jones — “Did the honor-system work well in your college?” Joe Todd — -“Yes, until some darn sneak went and squealed on us.” Harmon H. — “I suppose I am the only pebble on the beach of your life.” Julia W. — “That is true, but you might stand a better chance if you were a little boulder.” Earl Jones — “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to kiss you.” Mildred Sherman — “Well, I can’t hold this expression much longer.” Thomas Kilgore (in a quandary) — “Field Goal.” Frances Beatty (in a raccoon) — -“No. Comfy, thanks.” Mother — “You let that man kiss you in the drawing room.” Margaret McBride — “Well, hang it, mother. You must be considerate; the hall is so cold.” Lloyd Betz — “I want to marry your daughter.” Mr. Todd — “What does she say about it?” Lloyd — “She says she’s willing if you disapprove.” Bobby Curtis — “Ma, the old Oil-Can is down in the cellar.” Mother — “Bobby, how often have I told you not to speak so disrespectfully of your father?” Mr. Wright — “How is that last case of stuff left to be analyzed?” Chemist Nash — “Besht shtuff I ever analyshed. Woopee!” Homer Smith — “Darling, say the words that will put me out of my anguish.” Oline Blair — “Right, go and shoot yourself.”