Memphis University School - Owl Yearbook (Memphis, TN)

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Top Row — Earnest Butler, Robert Bailey, Earnest Carr, William Sipe, John Keefe, George Scott. Bottom Row — I lenry Boa , John Gaither, MacRae Lacey, William Gannon, Tom Ferguson.

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Freshman Class ' he boys that arc in their first year of high school make uii the Freshman Class. Altho nearly all of them are voting, they have entered into activities of the school with the best of spirit. A number of them played on the little football team. They can all be counted in everything the school participates in. I his year ' s Senior Class wish them the best oi luck to- wards their success in their high school work. May you ever hold M. U. S. dear to you and ever strive to better it.

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She was the sweetest thing in the candy factory and what she didn t know about chocolates wasn ' t worth knowing. The boss liked her and the employees were crazy about her. She was the ideal secretary in the president ' s estimation, and the president was usually correct in his estimations. She typed to perfection and she knew all the intricate angles of the candy business. She was speed itself when it came to doing things in a hurry. She was perfect. If her employer had hunted throughout the entire world he couldn ' t have found a better all-around secretary. Nevertheless, she was ignominiously fired lor her slowness one day. She couldn ' t get off her employer ' s lap last enough when his wife came to visit. M) Wlh SHOULD THEY? Nobody ask? me what I think of compan- ionate marriages, prohibition or the new Ford. Nobody has asked me to pose for pictures advertising tooth paste, garters, facial cream or golf clubs. Nobody asks me to patronize certa. ' n night clubs as guest of honor. Nobody has asked me to visit I lollywood with the inevitable oiler of a contract to go in the movies. Nobody has given me any keys to any city. Nobodv has asked permission to name a fruit or a flower after me. Nobodv cares what cigarette I smoke. No magazine has asked me to do an article on How It Feels To Be a Husband of a Lady Champion. Because that is what I am. A fellow was met at the gate of I leaven by St. Peter and asked what he had done on earth willingly — something that he didn ' t have to do. Unable to bring to mind any such act of goodness, the stranger was informed that he could not be admitted without some confession about an act of kindness. Whereupon the stranger brought to mind one occurrence of his life. I re- member one time I saw a poor boy on the corner selling papers, and I bought one loi a cent, gave the boy a dime, and told him to keep the change. Then St. Peter told the stranger that he must take the matter up with San Gabriel. And after due explanations, Gabe replied, Just give him the nine cents back and tell him to go to hel