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

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+91 ll-:nl-vn1uu1lu1n--nl1l:--uuinl 1111 ll- 15 u 2 -n1n1:u1ln-n-nnj-n--al-al-sll-n--Il1n-sll1l--s1l Mr. Porter: You will have to take a larger shoe, Bud. Leo Snyder: Oh say now! That square toed shoe isn't fashionable this season-you know that! Mr. Porter: But your still wear- ing last season feet ! Miss Marsh: By the way, what causes leap year? Jake: February. Norman Knapp: I had to shoot my dog yesterday. Al. Kopf: Yehl Was he T'T1?'lql Norman K. : Well, he didn't like it very well. Lucia Morris: I've lived on vegetables for two years. Bob Dansard: That's nothing! I've lived on earth for seventeen years. Miss Gilday in German class: It isnlt proper for you to say 'you can't learn me anything'. H.Quackenbush: Yes, it is. Miss G.: 'tWhy do you say that? H. Quackenbush: Because you can't. Pete Mahr: I want a tie for KGyml.Il Clerk: Row old is the little fel- low? William D.: Is it all right to use the word coffer-dam, father? ,Mr. Dansby: Why, sure it is, son. Why? Bill: Our teacher has a cold and I hope she will coffer-dam head off. Gertrude Duffey What's the hurry? Bob Dansard fpuffmgj : Fellow stole my car and started this way. Gert: You don't expect to catch him, do you ol Bob: Sure, he forgot the tool kit. I know that Ford. H. Buck Cafter running over a stray dogj: Madam, ll will re- place the animal. Indignant Owner. Don't Hatter yourself. Miss Anderson: Bob, what popular authors would a fire chief use to express a big fire? Bob Woonacott: Dickens, How- itt, Burns. Clifford Hoffman: I want a loaf of bread, please. joe Hundley: You are a penny short. The price has gone up since yesterday. Cliff: Then give me one of yesterday's loaves. Harry Diekman had been sleeping in Physics class, when suddenly Mr. Sisco called on him. Mr. Sisco: Harry, what is elec- tricity conducted on? ' Harry, beginning to come to.' Why-er. fWirej Sisco: Correct, now give a unit of resistance. Diekman Qyawningj : Oh-um. fOhmj. Sisco: Now give a unit of power. Harry, now awake: A what, sir? fWattj. aiu l1ll-ll-all-l1ll1ll1u1ll:n1u1ln1un1n-- - 5 -l 1n1uu111111111-:nl1n1ll1ll1iI:ll-nllrmil-was

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HIM- I-ll-ll 111-- ll--l--ll-ll- - ill' -u ---- n----n-n-n-n-nzn-n-an -up LAST MINUTE BOOK REPORTS Oh, my eyes they won't stay open, And the night seemed awfully short, It's that non-sleep epidemic On the night before a book report. The clock struck twelve and then half-past, i And as it struck half-past one l slammed the book upon the Hoor, For the terrible thing was done. I had read four hundred pages Since the clock struck half-past nine, And I thought that I and Dave Cop- perfield VVould get along just fine. The teacher gave an awful quiz, The boy ahead of me was punk, So what on earth could I possibly do But just what I did, that's-flmzk. By W'ilma Herr Douglass Riecks: May I ac- company you across the street, ma- dam? Old Lady: Certainly you may, my lad. How long have you been waiting for somebody to take you across? Teacher: Why were you so late this morning, Warren? XVarren Kiley: My mother made me wash my isthmusf' Teacher: Wash your isthmus? Warren: Yes, ma'amg didn't you 'tell us yesterday that an isthmus was a neck of dirt? Ruth R.: If wishes came true, what would be your first? David Munro: I would wish- oh! if only I dared tell you ? Ruth: Go on, go on, what do you jthink I brought up wishing for? Ralph I-Iundley: Want to go on a sleighing party? Skinney: Why, sure, who are we going to slay? Mr. Siscoz We are kept on this earth by the law of gravity. Clinton Cooper: Please, sir, how did we stick on before the law was passed? A. Wagner and Vercil Snyder were seated in Al's Rolls Rough one evening in town watching the people pass. Nearby was a popcorn vender's stand. Presently Vercil re- marked: My, that popcorn smells good! That's right, said Al. Ill drive up a little closer so that you can smell it better. Any girl can be gay in a classy coupe: In a taxi they all can be jolly, But the girl worth while is the one that can smile I When you're taking her home on the trolley. H. Bentley: May I hold your hand? Ruth Tyler: Of course not! This isn't Palm Sunday. H. Bentley: Well, it isn't Inde- pendence Day either. in-I 1ll-ll-ll- 1ll1ll-1ll1n1lI:llu:lnill1Il- -n 1 --u1ul1ll1nl1ll1ll1-ll--Ili!!-1u1n1I1ll1nf