Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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Freshman girl in cooking class: “Merciful heavens! that pic is burning and I can’t take it out for ten minutes yet.” “What docs this sentence mean?” asked Miss Goodenough, “Man proposes, but God disposes.” A Freshman l»y waved his hand frantically. “Well, what docs it mean?” Freshman Boy: It means that a man might ask a woman to marry him, but only the Lord knows whether she will or not.” Mr. Alexander: “Fred, what were the causes of the Revolu- tionary War?” Fred: “It had something to do with automobiles, but I did not understand just what.” “Oh my no!” replied Mr. Alex. “That was before the lny of automobiles.” Fred, firmly: “Well, it said it was on account of unjust taxes.” WANTED ITS NAME One of the primary boys looking through the windows of the Domestic Science room asked the cooking class what kind of pie they were making? “Lemon meringue pic.” The little follow disappeared, but presently returned, “Say. what did you say is the pie’s middle name ?” “Archimedes.” read Bertha aloud, “leaped from his bath, shouting ‘Eureka! Eureka!’ ” )ne moment. Bertha.” said Alex. “What is the meaning of Eureka? ” “ ‘Eureka’ means ‘have found it.’ ’’ replied Bertha. “Very well, what had Archimedes found?” Bertha hesitated a moment, then ventured hopefully: “The soap.” One day the Seniors were talking about having their pic- tures taken and who was going to take them. A Freshman girl was heard to remark, “When We are Seniors we will go to Chicago and have a specialist take our pictures for our annual. Now. Ilarrv,” said Miss (ioodenuugh, ‘‘what is simile?” Harry hesitated, visibly, “I—1—I torgit now,” he finally answered. “But if you said ‘My hours at school arc as bright as sun- shine. what figure of speech would that be?” “Irony,” answered Harry. Mr. l’ahl: “What liave you there, son?” Louis: “Ten beans.” Mr. I’.: “Do you mean dollars?” I.ouis: “Yep.” Mr. I’.: “Why don’t you call money by its right name?” I-nuis: “Ain’t beans a good enough name ior money?” Mr. 1’.: “Not for you. You never plant any.” Florence B. sat licforc her glass and gazed long and earnestly at the reflection there. She screwed up her face in many ways. She puffed up her hair, then smoothed it down again. She raised her eyes and lowered them. She showed her teeth and then she pressed her lips tightly together. At last she got up with a weary sigh and said. “It’s no use. I’ll be some kind of a re- former.” I-ouis Pahl. with narrow striped clothes, saddle colored shoes, a loud necktie, hair | artcd over his nose and smoking a cigarette, addressed Louise thus: “If I were you and you were me. what would you do?” She unhesitatingly said. “I would take off that hideous tic. put that cigarette in the stove, part my hair on the side, then pray for brains.”

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r 'Page thirty-one “Mother,” said Florence one day, “the piano is really my very own, isn’t it?” “Why yes, my dear.” “And when 1 marry.” she continued, “I can take it with me. can’t I?” “Certainly, my dear.” replied Mrs. Boedeker. but don’t tell anyone, it might injure your chances.” February 28. “Dear Clara—I have a very serious question to ask you ami a great deal depends upon your answer. I can’t tell you how 1 hate to ask you to pass judgment on such a question, and it was only after a long time I decided to write to you on this matter. Really I haven’t slept for months, and all the girls tell me I act so queer, it seems as though 1 ought to get some advice and comfort somewhere. 1 have received several letter from one at home, you know who. and it really scares me to think of it. I am in a great deal of trouble, and I can’t tell you exactly how it hap| cned, but it i' a matter over which many other girls have been in the same boat. Somehow. I always thought I was above the rest along that line, but it seems not. Honestly, if there were any way out of it. J wouldn’t bring this to you. 1 can’t consult my mother, because, well, she might not understand, and 1 know while dad would symuathizc, he wouldn’t see it from the same point of view as you will. “We have always talked things over so freely to each other and somehow you seem closer to me than any of the other girls. I certainly never imagined that such questions ami problems would ever come up before a girl away from home. I always thought 1 knew a great deal about the world, but I see I don't. 1 am counting on our long friendship to help me through this trouble. I would rather tell it to you in person, hut that’s impossible, and it must he settled now Think it over seriously. Please tell no one. Do you honestly think that Jeff will ever be as tall as Mutt ? “Please write soon and advise, “Alice.” WHO IS TO BLAMK? “Not we.” the rulers shout. “And how the war has come about. We can’t make out.” “Not we,” statesmen protest. “Our wish for peace we oft express, Wc did our best.” “Not wc.” the nations cry— Across the sea. denials fly Incessantly. And mid the Babel still The toilers a-k in mine and mill Who’ll pay the bill. NOT DOING IT ON PURPOSE Didn't you say there were accidentals in that music?” asked Miss Hannon. A great many.” answered Frederick, who has musical am- bitions. Well it is a great comfort to know that you were not doing it on purpose.” ABYSMAL SADNESS Of all sad words of tongue or pen For which wc | ay good money. The saddest is dramatic dope When the critic thinks he’s funny. Louis: You will excuse me. I never learned geometry. Squire: “Geometry nothing! It is only the plain truth I'm telling you!” Louis: “Yes: but you tell it by so many different angles that it sounds to me like geometry.”