Kalona High School - Centerika Yearbook (Kalona, IA)

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FRESHMAN BOYS Freshman boys are few and far between And with the sophomore boys are often seen. They do their work and do it well, They may sometime become President, who can tell? These two jolly freshman boys are a jolly pair They’re always full of fun In basketball they rip and tear Until the final gun They shine in English, Science, Farm Management, too There really isn’t much these boys can’t do They really do shine until six weeks tests That’s the time the poor boys really do detest. Samuel is witty and clever Donald a true friend forever. Both are mischievious, that’s true But still, I am no angel, are you? —M. G.’47 WHO IS DIGNIFIED? A senior there was who stayed out late, And every night he had a date. Exams came on and, oh, dear me He was sure to get a measly D; A freshman there was who studied late, His teachers he tried to imitate. He passed his tests and was he pleased, For all he got was A’s and B’s. —D. H. ’47 THINGS I LIKE TO EAT The things I like to eat Are cookies, cakes and candy. I keep them on the pantry shelves Where they are nice and handy. I like it when my mother bakes For then it’s always rolls and pie, And a pan of crisp brown doughnuts Is sure fo take my eye. I also like those vegetables That give me lots of energy. We ought to eat a lot of them To keep us well and happy. There’s the vegetables and the fruits, Bread, rolls, pie and candy sweet, Crisp brown doughnuts and cakes These are the things I like to eat. —M. R. 46

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ESSAY ON BOYS Boys is sorta sweet sometimes only when they is homely and when they is sour. Most boys is homely. Some boys look kinda sleepy too. Boys is allus teasin’ us girls wis ole bugs an mice an sech stuff. They’s allus saying girls is sissies an afraid to climb trees an skin the cat an stuff like at there. All boys is dumb They trys to do such hard stuff and thinks its fun. They won’t sew no buttons on ere shirts or play house with us girls or nothin. Boys don’t never clean off ere shoes or make their beds or nothin like at. They ist run out and let the girls do it. I think they’re ist plain lazy but Mom says boys will be boys. At’s alright wis me but I wish they wasn’t such silly creatures while they was a doin it. Why sometimes they acts like they wasn’t all here in there heads. They never washes ere faces or hind ere ears unless their Mom looks. I got a brother. He’s awright cept when he gets ready to go see his girl. Then he stands in front of the mirror fusses an’ fixes and combs his hair an’ wonders whether or not he ought to shave, where there ain’t no whiskers there, never was any, or won’t be for couple more years. I hain’t never been a boy, but once I had a boy friend. He was awful pretty an han’some till one day I wouldn’t hole an ole frog for ‘‘im” an en he got mad an en he was homely. Boys is nice sometimes when they dry dishes for us gurls or when us gurls wants to go somewheres. People who has come to the conclusion that boys is hopeless has the write conclusion. ESSAY ON GIRLS Girls is the funniest people I ever did see. They acts sorta sweet, sometimes, only when they acts silly. When they acts silly they “‘tee hees” and makes so much noise that I’d rather hear an ole’ tomcat beller on the fence at midnight. They’s all afraid of mice and itmakes ‘em mad if the boys tease ’em cr anything. They’s afraid they’ll tear their dresses if they climbs over the fence and so they just sit on the other side and play with them dumb ole dolls. Girls always say that boys is lazy, but they’re always wanting us to carry in wocd or dry dishes for them. Then if we does dry dishes for ’em and breaks one they gets mad and says we’re the clumb- iest brutes they’s ever saw. Girls cry awful quick. Everytime I hit one of ’em on the finger with a hammer she cries. She’ll cry if you jump real quick and scare her. She'll cry if you tell her she’s ugly, she’ll cry if you tin can a dog, why some even cry if you look at ’em. I used to have a girl friend, but not any more. I wouldn’t haveone if I could have a whole truck load to pick from. They cost too much. Why I spent a whole dime in a month on my last one. Girls are awful expensive. It’s give me this, and give me that, and give me everything she sees. Girls are funny things, and one is better off if one forgets ’em entirely. —U. K. ’45

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———— SS TESTS Twas the day before test day And all through the school; Every student was studying And obeying the rule. Nobody was whispering Because we felt punk; So we all started praying That cur tests we don’t flunk. As we went home that evening Our hearts they were heavy For we knew that tomorrow Tests on us they would levy. When we came back to school Next morning at nine-thirty We all had bad headaches And our knees knocked a plenty. We all took our places For school soon had started; We got our books Though being very downhearted. We thought of Sears catalcgues While looking at the tests; And as for the teachers We knew they were pests. We worked and we worked Till our tests were all finished; Then we felt as though Our brains were diminshed. But several hours later We were ever so glad; For we happened to think That our tests we had had. —-O. L. M. ‘45 THE OLD MILL The old dirty road which led to a hill Was bumpy and rough and led to the mill. The old gray wheel went round and round But now it is old and is all broken down. The people were glad when it first was there, But now it looks ugly and old and bare, Nobody ever goes near that hill Because of the sorrow of that old mill. —S. M. F. ’46