Judyville High School - Jargon Yearbook (Judyville, IN)

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19 Slargnn 27 Qehen little Seniors Seven little Seniors picking up sticks Neva saw a rattle snake, that left six. Six little Seniors stole honey from the Prof's hive He caught Lowell, then there were five. Five little Seniors, coming through the door Gladys pinched her finger, that left four. Four little Seniors, swimming in the sea Marian drowned, then there were three. Three little Seniors, riding in a canoe Lorene fell out, then there were two. Two little Seniors, hunting with a gun Thelma shot Glen, that left one. She grieved herself to death, then there were none. Farewell, dear Seniors, your high school days are through Your honors won at J. H. S., have not been few. Cherry Carpenter-'29. laments uf a Eunice A Junior's life is not of fun For you know you've flunked, ere half begun. You neither have a hope nor chance When you must go to class with can'ts. Neither is it one of leisure, Nor in Caesar is their pleasure. For in it you can not bluff For 'twill not work in such tangled-up-stuff. To read one sentence is deserving of praise Like serving a sentence of thirty days. Caesar conquered all nations of his day But still wasn't satisfied with his pay. So he went to Rome and conquered the world. fOh, I wish my book was at him hurled.J As a healthy jab at the future he took By writing such junk that's in my book. Cecil Abel-'28, There are three kinds of women-the intellectual, the beautiful and the majority. Page thirty-seven

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19 When a woman Page thirty-six Efargnn 27 ilaail! iluhphille Our school house is built of brick and stone Of wood and glass and mortar. The seats are built for one alone It we don't learn we orter. Mr. Brewer works so very hard He's never still a minute, To every kid he's quite a pard If asked for a yarn he'll spin it. Now Mrs. Shand is a worker too Don't think that I mean maybe, She always has a smile for you Unless you act the baby. Our Johnny boy is quite a chap Then sometimes he's absent minded, But we do not need to care a rap- For with dreams of Mary he's blinded. The grade teachers are our friends They like us and they tease us. We hope until this school year ends That they will try to please us. Ray Barwick runs the corner store He's Judyville's champion joker, If the boys get too rough while inside his door He'll crack their bean with a poker. Mr. Jones is our janitor man He keeps the school room shining The basement's always spick and span Like us, for spring he's pining. Sylvia N. Crow-'30. is in love she acts like at fool. When a man is in love he is not acting.

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io Eiatgnn Glu the Jfresbie We've been noisy Freshmen With noisy pranks and play, And we've listened to the Seniors Having what they will to say. Take warning then, ye Freshies Keep fresh while you may, For remember while you're young Seniors may be getting gray. Oh, you happy joyous Freshmen You will have your hours of glee With your hair cut in boy-style And your dresses to your knee. These High Stuck-up Seniors May say it's quite a sin To be a green little Freshie But they wish they were one again. - Dora Hurley--'28 jfacts Shout 31. 19. Sa. Oh! Judyville we hold you dear, For here, we spent the happiest days of the yearg There are Freshies who number twenty-four, And the Sophomores number twelve, maybe more. The Juniors are so happy and merry, Being so lucky to have a Fairie, The Seniors happen to number seven, And one girl weighs a hundred and 'leven. We seem to like our teachers fine, Mr. Brewer, he is fifty-nine. Mrs. Shand won't tell her age, But I'm sure she's past the green-apple stage. Mr. Stephenson is twenty four, He won't tell his age, so maybe itls more. He's married now so girls beware! Don't sit and admire his bright red hair. Vivian Carlson-'29 The Aman who counts in this world-the cashier. l'uqc thirty-eight