Manual High School - Thunderbolt Yearbook (Denver, CO)

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READ 'EM AND WEEP Lies slumbering here One William Lake, He heard the bell, But had no brake. At fifty miles Drove Olie Piddg He thought he would But did. At ninety miles Drove Ed Shawn, The motor stopped, But Ed kept on. n't skid, Under this sod Lies Deacon Hale, He winked, and drank Some ginger ale. Here lies what's left Of Samuel Sipe- QI-Ie stopped in the street To light a snipe.J Smith tried to cross, His grave's not here, For he was scattered Far and near. SO LONG, SCHOOL! Good-bye, good-bye, to the stupid pi, And tedious conjugations! Adieu, adieu! We have waded through Our last examinations! Farewell, farewell, to the chalky smell Of cube root and quadratics! We'll trade our books for running brooks, And revel in aquaticsl Yes, au revoir to the desk-bonsoir!- Deep-scarred by our abuses, Upon your face we learned to trace And square hypothenuses! The slate is clean-and though I ween We never shall remember The half we learn, still we'll return- Good-bye, then, till September! -E. O. R. W. B.: Is a chicken big enough to eat when it is three weeks old? Md.: Why, of course not. W. B.: Then how does he live? Miss Bunday: How did Columbus know in which direction he was sailing? M. Lake: Why, he just blew along, didn't he 7 We should like to know why some people called a certain young lady Hard Cider- the day they gave football letters out. Tom: I kissed her when she wasn't looking. Mildred: What did she do '? Tom: Kept her eyes closed the rest of the evening. Three women may a secret keep If, as it has been said, There's one of the lot has heard it not, And the other two are dead. A cement maker advertises that his cement is strong enough to mend the break of day. ' BOTANY We musn't kiss the baby, we musn't kiss the kid, We musn't kiss the dainty miss, so scientists afiirmg To pounce upon and wi-astle us there waits the awful bacillus, The semi-external, most infernal, omnipresent germ. I suppose Barnum went to heaven when he died? I don't know. Well, he certainly had a good chance. In fact, he had the greatest show on earth. Smile and the world smiles with you, Kick and you kick alone, But the cheerful grin will let you in, Where the knocker is not known. Where is the best place to go when you're broke? Go to work. lPuge One Hundred Twenty-ninej lr