Monroe High School - Senior Issue Yearbook (Monroe, MI)

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lVlr. Hiller in Physiology class to Helen Nuttz, Now, what is your name? Helen, hesitating whether to say 'Miss Nutt' or 'l-lelen': A-Nutt! There was a doctor by the name of Peck, Who fell in the well and broke his neck, The folks all said the fault was his own, He should tend the sick and leave the well alone. Lilly Moore A nail, a doorg A skirt, it tore, One word: she swore. The world is getting so crowded that we presume the cows will soon begin to give condensed milk. The girl stood on the burning deck, You should -have seen her shiver: Her hat fell off and her coat flew up And the wind blew up the river! Why did you strike the telegraph operator? asked the magistrate of the man who was summoned for assault. Well, sir, I gives him a telegram to send to my gal. an' he starts readin' it. So, of course, I ups and gives him one. I love my love in zebra hose, In purple veil she's grand, But Oh, my love, in soiled white spats Is more than I can stand. The Commercial Man New 23rd Psalm The flivver is my car, I shall not want another. It maketh me lie down in wet places. It soileth my clothes. It leadeth me into deep waters. It leadeth me into the paths oft ridicule for its name sake. It prepareth me for a breakdown, in the presence of mine enemies. Yea, though I run through the valley, I am to-wed up the hill. I fear great evil when it is with me, its rods and its engine discomforts me. It annointeth my face with oils, its tanks running over. Surely to goodness, if the thing follow me all the days of my life, I shall dwell in the house of the insane forever.

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Little Miss Mar Thought she'd like to be a star. She got a chance somewhere in Franceg But the first time that she tried to dance She fell and broke her contract. Lucretia fweary at ll p. m. Sundayl: I don't know a thing about baseball. with Charles: I'll explain it to you. - Lu: Very well, give me an illustration of a home run. In the parlor there were three- She, the parlor lamp and he: Two is company, no doubt, So the little lamp went out. . Doctor: I clon't like your heart action. You have been having trouble angima pectoris. Bliss Kemmerling: You're partly right, doctor, only that ain't her name. Mrs. Wells: What's that noise I hear down in the library? Mr. Wells: just history repeating itself. Go to sleep. He: Have you read 'Freckles?' She: Of course not: that's my veil. The Englishman had just finished telling the American about the lords and noblemen of England. have -if The American, not wishing to be outwitted, said: ln our country we men who never do a bit of work! Englishman: And who are they? American: Tramps Muriel Ray: Frank seems tickled over his new mustache. Lolo Rauch shyly: Not half as much as it tickles me. Angleworm, two 3 A June bug married an The worm was cut in The bug was charged with bigamy, Now what could the poor thing do? Tramp No. l : lf we had some ham, wc'd have home ham and eggs we had some eggs.

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Beata Wagner in French: Bump, what does 'ecourir' mean? H. B.: I don't know. B. W.: Thank you. Oh! Swell beau Good show. l..et's go! Huh, Joe? Wazzat- No dough? OH! ' Sir: I just can't help wondering why the macaroni manufacturers do not see the possibilities in keeping their goods flexible and selling them for sewing machine belts. Nu! Waiter Wanted An old lady, after waiting in a confectionery store for about ten minutes, grew grossly impatient at the lack of service. Finally she rapped sharply on the counter. Here, young lady, she called, who waits on the nuts? Young Englishman, slightly fussed, to young debutante: Very warm, isn't it? That is, it would be if it weren't so deucedly chilly. Young admirer, taking her into dinner: Ah! May I sit on your tight hand? No, sweetly, that's the one I eat with. Muriel Ray: There was an awful fight in our back yard this a. m. Dave M.: What happened? Muriel: A cat licked his paw. If S-I-O-U-X spells Sou: if E.-Y-E spells Ig S-I-G-H-E-D spells side, what is there to do but commit Siouxeyesighed? Now, Really! What is the color of red phosphorus? Green, we unhesitatingly reply. Al Goldberg: All great men are dying, and I don't feel very well myself.