Melrose High School - Mustang Yearbook (Melrose, FL)

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8:47: Our Southern Gentlemen 9:00: x'Ccfmo 651a yd? 10:00: Strange things are Will rise again! happening! 12:30: My Ode to Typing ClassH 12:00: S. O. S. Here is to typing class and its 55 minutes of pain; I swear by all that is holy, you'll never get me in here again. All the teacher ever says is ready, set, and go-- Sometimes I don't get what she means; but then, sometimes I know. Anyone will tell you that typing is just swell, The only thing that makes it hard, is the fact you have to spell. The typewriter I have is an Underwood, I think a model A-- The darn thing nearly blew up when it slung a rod today. We have a typewriting speed chart, which shows how fast we type, The fact my name's not on it, is one reason why I gripe. We have a very nice teacher; I've never heard her shout-- All she ever says is, HPlease, throw your chewing gum out. Every time I think of leaving, I begin to shed a tear, But I cheer up when she tells me, that I'll be back again next year. By Mike Lawrence 3:15: But Dear, Harvard is a . Homeward bound -- boys,' school. WHEW! .. 7:30: Oh, dear! Now what? ? ? ?

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First, we struggle out of bed, Feeling not much more than dead. Breakfast is over and off we go, The prospect of learning makes us move slow. A mad dash -- we're there on time, First period English -- 3. Shakespeare rhyme. nOh! What a Beautiful ' ' The school bell is ring- Next is Math, and then comes History, Morning, ' Fourth period is Ag, 01' Homemaking mystery. What do you thlnk we tBy now we're in our stubborn mood, are--brains? Waiting for the bell that signals FOOD'U A J ing; we're gonna be late. After lunch a meeting we aught to attend, But we skip it, and toward the lawn we wend. Again we hear the class bell sound, Grumpling and complaining, we scramble from the ground. The next class lasts forever and more, Yet finally we're out and race for the door. Now 1t's last period and we're well on our way, Toward the end of another long, wearisome day. hi The coaches' whistle is heard screeching its blast, That means get dressed and out here , and boy, they mean fast. 5 At long last, the school day is over; and With hearts filled with joy, We trudge home and are greeted with; Get to work, my boy! Wow! Dig this Psychol- . Where did I put that . Oh, Coach! Not more ogy Class. Mad? ? exercise !

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