Macon High School - Oipi Yearbook (Macon, MO)

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fifil LAWRENCE HAYDEN My thoughts are unreadable I seldom talk much, Like other bad boys, l throw chalk and such. HAZEL GEE Hazel, she plays basketballg And Hazel has a man ! She always talks of Sunday nights As only Hazel can. CLARENCE MILLER Our chink is an ambitious boy, Of energy untold! He got our advertisements Because so very bold. AUGUST MAFFRY Nowhere so busy a man as he there was, And yet he seemed busier than he was. EUCLID VVHETSEL Because she lunches out And collects attendance slips She puts us next to lots of things, As friendly little tips. ETHEL HALEY She comes to school at M. H. S. To get a brain massageg But her heart is usually residing At the Big Four Trails Garage. 1922

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4T1EL UIP :za -.:--,-.-.Tara-- . .Y , MILDRED MOSS 'LMidge is a very fitting Dame For this lass so very smallg When you start to name her friends You'll have to name us all. MASON COLLETT NVe call him daddy-long-legs g He almost goes to sleepg But when some fun is going on He gets up with a leap. MARY CATHERINE BEVAN They must have fed her gin when small Because she's never growng As poets say, a little seed That never has been sownf' PHILIP VANSICKLE A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, Where ,Bad true lover never find my grave To Weep there! MILDRED PEARSON For she was just the quiet kind Whose natures never varyg Like streams that keep a summer wind Snow-hid in January. VVILBUR SANDNER The baby figure of the great mass of things to come. 1922 r i- -b ,-4, -'fa v f'1:,l:v,- W 233 ,fr W'-f'- -F f -I'?5fi-.1-'Y' - - Y A f - - b -----W ,W . . .-J. -ffm-.. ,.,.