Joliet Junior College - Shield Yearbook (Joliet, IL)

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Lrreetinp $ readers all, we wish you we. (nd so we give you greeting: T e hope this book in you ' ll compel ;.n interest more than fleeting. i ill many topics here you ' ll find, fEach treated with some care, f And pictures of many a different ki: And gems of humor rare. Slams and roasts and photographs, And jokes in prose and rhymes — Some that only make you laugh iWhen you read between the lines. wery class is represented pm Post-grad to Freshman dea their ;oy will be augmented vthey read what ' s written „„ i- oa f nle r SUPERINTENDENT J. STANLEY BROWN

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Ye Special Roasts for Ye Teachers Order is Heaven ' s first law — and Miss Woodruff ' s — Miss Woodruff. A miracle of scientific Lohr. The best are with us always. — Miss O ' Leary. He ruleth all the roste. — Mr. Brown. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. — HNO,— Mr. Bush. My library was dukedom large enough. — Miss Sylvester. Oh Heaven, were men but constant, he were perfect! — Mr. Bush. Company, villianous company, hath been the spoi 1 of me. — Mr. Arendt. Men of few words are the best men. — Mr. Clute. I am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips let no dog bark. — Mr. Crawford. A merrier man, within a limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour ' s talk withal. — Mr. Spicer. It hurteth not the tongue to give faire words. — Mr. Hawkins. What would we do without women. Even a single hair casts its shadow. — Mr. Brown. An cozie here beneath the blast Thou thought to dwell — Till crash ! The cruel Coulter past Out thro thy cell. — Mr. Coulter. Be ye therefore wise as serpents and harmless as doves. — Mr. Clute. Sugar and spice and all things nice. — Mr. Spicer. Like Oliver Twist, she calls for Moore (Hinman.) — Miss Baldwin. A word to the wise is sufficient. — Miss Wood. Every man of true genius has his peculiarity. —Mr Potter. Young people are quick enough to observe and imitate. — Miss Mack. May mercy be shown to me as I show it to others. — Mr. Dur- stine. How much goes to a dose? — Mr. Lohr. To Caroline — A staidness sobers o ' er her pretty face, which something but ill hidden in her eyes, and a quaint look about her lips, denies. — Miss Woodrow. Freshman Girl— (after Soph-Fresh. Girls ' B. B. Game)— On. Mr. Coulter is such a splendid referee. He ' s really just as fair as he can be, but (in an injured tone) I do think he might have worn his white trousers for us, too! N. B. — I wonder why he didn ' t!!!! Miss Sylvester had a birthday, In April, the ninth day. Got an awful lot of roses, One for each year they say. Problem — If roses are one a dozen, What did the giver pay? Ten