Kalona High School - Centerika Yearbook (Kalona, IA)

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My Football Career The first year I went out for football things looked rather disappointing. The day I first appeared for practice the coach met me as I came on the field. Go away, he said, pointing to the gate. I laughed and thought he was joking, but he wasn't. The next day I went back to practice. This time I put on all the shirts and sweaters I could find or borrow, so I looked as though I weighed at least one hundred pounds. This time the coach said I should go away and stay away. I couldn't understand it and as I think about that first year I'll admit that things looked rather bad for my career as a football player. One night I was feeling the football urge again when Jack came to my room and slapped me on the back. My breath was knocked out of me and my teeth nearly jarred loose. He took off his shirt and started doing exe-rcises. Got to get in shape! he puffed. ' Fine, I said, Couldn't you get me a pass to Saturday's game? :He had just given his to the prettiest blonde in school and I found myself envying him. He had a better plan for me. I have it fixed for you that you can not only see the game but make heaps of money, and was I listening? You bet! You can sell peanuts and hot dogs. I won't do it, I said, but when Saturday came I was among the crowd shouting, Peanuts! Get 'em while they're still hot! and Hot dogs! Get 'em while they last! I sold a few, my earnings were about twenty cents when a lady ordered a dozen for her friends. I fished out a wiener and put it in a bun and added a generous supply of mustard. Just then the crowd let out a deafening cheer-Jack was going over for a touchdown. In excitement I squeezed the bun so hard that the hot dog squirted right out into the lady's face. She was a sight with mustard from ear to ear! And was she angry! I lost no time in disappearing. The next game was a week later. The blonde got the ticket again, but this time Jack had a better idea. I was to take Shorty Thompson's place reporting the game for the local paper. Just before the game Jack told me to slip into a uniform and run out with the team so I would be close enough to see everything. The suit was about six sizes too large for me. It was time for the game and as I waved my hands, my helmet fell over my face as I ran onto the field. I sat on the far end of the bench so the coach wouldn't see me. It looked as though we would win. At the end of the third quarter the score was six to nothing in our favor. The coach looked my way and saw the num- ber on my jersey. James, go in and replace Grange, he said. Was I shocked! I was afraid I would be found out but here was my oppor- tunity, so in I went. I On the first play I got the ball and started running for a big hole in the line. Suddenly a big hand grabbed me by the waist. The center of the other team lifted me with one hand and passed me to the fullback who lateraled me to a halfback. My own team was running around madly but the other team kept passing until they had me and the ball over for a touchdown. Six to six the game ended. That's what happened the first year I went out for football. This is now my fourth year in school. Now when I go to the field the coach has a much better method. He sends a fellow to throw me out. -D. E. H. '44 Hair Haire are a pekuliar groth on the heds of most human beings, cats, dogs, anumals, cattel, men, wimmin, peaches and such things. It are red, blak, broun, yello, orng, and most all collers. Sum is very nawty like Robert Rhodes' when he tries to part it in the midle, while sum will not lay down flat, cept when it has been soused with soap and water. When it is dri and girls have an awful time with it, it hears a lot of bad words. Boys sook theirs with som grees two make it behav. Sum hare am strate, sum is plane messy and some is curlie, and sum is wavy. Some hairs ain't here nor there. They just ain't. Sum people is bald headed and there heds does kinda, luk round kaz they ain't got nuf inside. Sum folks don't like there hare so they get hare that growed some where else and put it on a. wig on top there here and it luks funny with gra hare round the edges. Hare is a court of a-r-b-i-t-r-a-t-i-o-n. It gets pulled by the techer or sum- one else to settle a fus and it starts a nu one. I'm glad I got hare cauze. then I don have to wash to much far: befor evry meel. That's all. -M. J. B. '44 ....20..

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Poet 's Corner Cars of CHS A very fast car built just for three- You've guessed it right, Vernon's Model T. Every moming whatever the weather It comes into the yard barely hanging together. ' I-Ioward's car is next in line. When all shined up it looks quite fine. He says it simple to operate, Though a lot of noise it does create. Benny's car is a queer little truck. If he gets to school it's good luck. Whenever it rains it's quite a flop, Because, you see, it has no top. Now a. grey speck comes into view. It's Arthur's Chev. of which there are few. It comes every morning just before nine, And never fails to bring Arthur on time. Next a black coupe comes up to the door, It carries John and many a more. How about a ride ? they all seem to Say, They never think of his poor Model A. La.ntz's Chev. I next do spy. On it he can sometimes rely. There are four good tires and a spare, So he can travel almost anywhere. Another car is Dwight's Model A. It can be seen almost any day. However, a rain or even a mirage Means for this car a trip to the garage. Schlabaugh's car is next to be seen. At first it appears to be a smoke screen. As it comes nearer it makes quite a roar, Because the foot-feed is pushed to the floor. Hosty's pickup is quite all right, However, to the stranger it will give fright, Because it creates such a terrific soimd, And yet barely moves across the ground. The faculty's cars are also seen. We all admire their speedy limousines. They look quite fine among our lot And greatly improve our school plot. --O. L. M. '45 Do You Really? Do you think Vernon could ever quietly arrive In his model T built for five? Do you really? Do you think Irene ever mean could be Or not have her geometry? Do you really? Do you think Shirley and Mary Lois could quiet be In each other's company? Do you really? Do you think Reuben could evcr learn to use his brakes And keep his trusty Ford out of scrapes? Do you really? Do you think Orval Mil1er's so shy When he sings in a voice pitched so high? Do you really? Do you think Robert Yoder's so cute After being hit with paper wads he shoots? Do you really? Dobyou think Ruby so mischievous could e That in deportment she'd rate a C ? Do you really? Do you think Mrs. Smith will ever say You may visit all you want today? Do you really? Do you think that, Dwight ever puzzled could be Over a question in world history? Do you really? Do you think that Dale will ever discontinue to say Ouch! I must have sat on a tack today? Do you really? Do you think this is nonsense quite? Well, you're not mistaken, but quite right! Really! -M. L. S. '45 Organ Grinder's Monkey The organ grinder's monkey Is as funny as can beg He hops upon the grinder's back Or plays a melody. But now since modern tunes are here And taxes are galore, Arithmetic, monkeys must learn, Or they will cheat some more. -D. H. '43