Menomonee Falls High School - Periscope Yearbook (Menomonee Falls, WI)

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Page Seventy-:ight One Week The year had gloomily begun For Herbert Henrich, a poor man's SUNCDAYJ. He was beset with bill and dun For he had very little NTONCDAYJ. This cash, said he, won't pay my dues- l've nothing here by ones and TUESQDAYQ. A bright thought struck him as he said, The rich Miss Back is the one I'll WEDQNESDAYJ But when he paid his court to her She lisped, and firmly said, No THURCSDAYD. Alas, he said, then I must die, As she refused my meals to FRICDAYJ. They found his gloves, his coat and hat, After the undertaker upon them SAT! URDAYJ High school as it is. Tell me not in mournful numbers, High school is but a waste of steam For although they make some blunders, The Senior Class has got the beam. All enjoyments are not sorrow, ls the students' life today, VVork put off until tomorrow Gives new life and time to play. The Village Flapper. Under the swinging drugstore sign, The village flapper waits, The flap a clever kid is she: Who never lacks her dates, Laughing, smiling, petting, All set for another bloke, Each evening sees a man picked up Each morning sees him broke. And so through life she lightly gives, Many a merry shout, But yet the poor girl's never there When the diamond rings come out. 'WP'

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Butter side down. Hang the heavens with black, Hide the stars in a crack, Let darkness come all over this town, Put crepe on your hat, Tie a piece on your bat, For the students are butter-side-down. All the long season through, We have been good and true, VVhether fortune wore a smile or a frown, We hung cn like death, To the very last breath, But now we are butter-side-down. Oh the students are wc, Says lVIyrtie with glee, And the credits we've done up with a frown, 'Twas not you, but the mechanics of school, That made the students obey the rule, And landed us butter-side-down. Yet all was in vain, . VVe've won that splain, This time in the soup we must drown, And as under we go, ' There is a wailing of woe, VVe poor students are butter-side-down. Ducks A new story is going around the financial district about an old Southern Negro who was asked by the proprietor of a store how he happened to need credit when he had such a good cotton crop. HDe ducks got 'bout all that cotton, sah, was the mournful reply. What do you mean, the ducks got it ? Well, you see, explained the old man. Dey deducts the freight, an' dey deducts the storage charges, and dey deducts commission, an' dey deducts the taxes, yes sah, deducts got 'bout all dat cotton, an' dat's how I have to need credit. The Railroad Train. Roy stood on the railroad track. The train was coming by, The train got off the railroad track, To let little Roy pass by. P.S. It was an accommodation train. l'd rather be right than President, I heard the honorable cry, You're in no immediate danger, Of being either, 1 cried. Page Seventy-seven

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Nine and twenty freshmen, NVe're quite bright and gayg We, though we may not look it. Put pep in all the play. VVe're quite good in English, ln Civics not so bad But when we don't know our lessons. Our teachers get so mad. We've no love for the upper classmen They can yell Freshie, Freshie, But we don't care as long as we know, That we're not so foolish as they . '27. Adventures in Driving. I cranked her up- The clutch was in- '1 he ground came up- And hit my chin. The gas tank leaked, I lit a cigar, The Ford stayed there, But I flew far. The front wheel broke, A fence we knocked, And I to sleep-, Was gently rocked. I asked my girl, To ride with me, A tire blew out, And so did she. We met a mule, No more to tell, The Ford's in Heaven, And I'm -getting well. , You can always tell a Senior From the way he hosses around: You can always tell a Junior, For he never wears a frowng You can always tell a Sophomore, From his friendliness and such' You can always tell a Freshie, But you cannot tell him much. v Birdella Schultz, '27. 'QP' Page Seventy-nine