Martin Boots Junior High School - Sketch Yearbook (Marion, IN)

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THE SKETCI-I Myself and Me Pm the best pal that I ever hlad I like to he with meg I like to sit and tell myself Things confidentially. I often sit and ask me If I shouldn't or I should, And I find that my advice to me Is always pretty good. I never got acquainted with Myself till here of lateg And I find myself a hully chum, I treat me simply grelat. I talk with me and walk with me, And show me right and wrong. I never knew how well myself And I could get along. I never try to cheat meg Pm as trustful as can he No matter what may come or go, I'm on the square with me. It's great to know yourself and have A pal that's all your owng To he such company for yourself, You're never left alone. Youlll try to dodge the masses, And you'll find the crowds a joke If you'll only treat yourself as well As you treat other folk. I,ve made a study of myself, Compared with me the lot, And I've finally concluded I'm the best friend Pve got. just get together with yourself And trust yourself with you, And you'll he surprised how well yoursel Will like you if you do. Miss Howard: How on earth did you ever happen to make th1s mess? Shirley Fortney: I just followed the recipe. It said to brmg It to a boxl then beat it for ten minutes. l did, and when I got back xt was all burned up.

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32 THE SKETCH Poetry Thanksgiving All around the barn yard gate Gobbling turkeys wait their fate, And pumpkin pies are ready to serve, With roasted apple peach preserve. Now on the table all things are sprelad From turkeys, pies, and ginger bread To cranberry sauce and oyster dressing, With bowed heads all, let's give our blessing. To the pilgrims who made a merry day And asked the Indians to come their way, We give thanks, for noble living, For peace, and joy, and our first Thanksgiving. -MARY Spring LOU WHITE, 7A4 The 1vinter's snow and wind are gone, And now we'll hear the birds' sweet song. Spring is here, spring is here. The loveliest season in the year. For then the birds begin to nest, Oh! Yes itis spring that I like best. -MARY CELESTE KIGHTLINGER Lessons Lessons are most disgusting things They bother you all the day When you get home from school at And want to go out and play, You mother says, Get your lessons And then she goes away, Leaving you with all those books And there you have to stay. Lessons, lessons, lessons. They bother you all the day When you listen to the radio Or want to go away, Someone says, Do your lessons first. And so you have to stay. I'm always just so awfully glad, When they're finally through. night Hrstf' ra I think they're such disgusting things, Don't you? MARY EVEL YN PARSONS, 8A1

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34 THE SKETCH Nosey News Bag We are opening the bag and are letting most all of this year's happen- ings out. So be prepared. We were sorry to see the 9A mid-termers leave us, but we hear some of the girls were glad to get over there with those tall, dark, and handsome high school boys. clump, clump, clump. Here come those girls with those atrocious wooden shoes. What a noisy school, with shoes and voices combined. What will they be wearing next? We wonder. We're beginning to wonder about our Martin Boots wonder team this year since they were defeated by McCulloch in the City Series. But look out for us next year, McCulloch. Mary Lou Sweet wanted her name in this column. How does it look, Mary Lou? It seems that each group of Seventh graders that come to Martin Boots get smaller. Are they smaller, or is it just us? Notice to all boys! You haven't any too much room to talk about the girls' shoes because those clod hoppers you are wearing aren't any too dainty. Most every noon period Joe Pfeiffer hands Willidean Jeffry a note. We'd give anything to know what was in them. I think we have a faint idea. The present 9A class was quite disappointed not to be able to go to the State Legislature this year. Heck, we never get the lucky breaks. Better luck to the future nines! The Girls gym classes have many laughs trying to tackle that folk dancing Miss Cagley has initiated into Martin Boots this year. When we call for class President this year guess who comes:-Merrel Coffin with a helping hand. The other oiiicers are: Vice-President, Ferris Carmichael, Secretary, Leonard Laskyg Treasurer, Eugene Packard. We are wondering what is wrong with all the girls this year. Are you afraid to speak for yourselves? Wendell Smith seems to be the man of the hour with some girls in the 9th grade. Not mentioning any names but we think she is a blonde with blue eyes and about five feet five inches tall. We'll let you worry about finding out. Several pleasing remarks have been made about the elegant picture shows that have been shown in Martin Boots this year. They say Keep it ups, Time out for a minute. The 9A's want to thank Mr. Hooker and Mrs. Anderson for the grand three years they have spent in Martin Boots. Thanks to Sally for the elegant program that the mid-term 9A's gave. You really had something there--especially the scene where they sang the Umbrella Man. Warning to those who write notes in Mr. Stafford's Study Hall: Either destroy or conceal them better, because we have decided that collecting them must be his hobby. The three musketeers, Betty McKeown, Lynn Buchanan, and Barbara Merritt. Heck, we can't tell you anything about them. Their heart throbs