N R Crozier Technical High School - Wolf Pack Yearbook (Dallas, TX)

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ASK PROFESSOR FLANNAGIN Dear Flannagin: Why is Chester McCown such a ladies' man? Would Like to Know. My dear Likesnow: Sh-u-ul Don't tell a soul. He uses cosmetics Dear Logmire: Will you please tell me the way to make work easier? Getting Weaker. Dear Heavyweight: Don't worry yourself so much: let the other fellow do the work for a while. Dear Flookle: I consider my wisecracks to be children of my brain. James Chenoweth. Dear Little Jimmie: Perhaps they are-by adoption. Flannie Ole Boy: Please tell me why fish do not have feet. Lillian Hart. Dear Cutie: 'Cause corns won't grow under the water. Dear Mr. Mathiiannagin: I am worried about triangles. I have seen a right one, but where is the left? Sydnie Smith. Dear Russian : Try bisecting the right one. Dear Flannel: What kind of hair tonic does Mr. Schiebel use? Very Worried. Dear Very Worried: For the very few hairs upon his head ' I'll now declare to you, Are due in their entirety To the use of Flit's Sham Pooh. Tell me Professor: J. B. Daniels thinks I am a nice girl and wants to see me tonight. What shall I do? Jewel Hoffman. My dearest Jewel: Don't let him come. Let him keep on thinking. Dear Old Pal: What is love? Eugene Jacobs. Dear Snorky: Love is a feeling that you feel when you feel you're going to feel a feeling that you never felt before. Dear Mr. Proff : What is the difference between a married man and a bachelor? Alice Ellis. Dearest Alice: Married men have better halves, but single men have better quarters. Tell Me Flannel: My friend Harold Goodman thinks I am a wit. Elinor Falder. Dearest Little Elinor: Well, Goodman is only half right. E301

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A JUNE GRADUATE'S PRIVATE DIARY-Continued April 17.-Band left for Waco to enter State contest. We'll keep our fingers crossed, said Florence Drake. April 18.-Senior Dance. Big success, and everyone had a grand time. April 20.- Blue Monday and rain-what a combination! April 28.-Little yellow cards again-end of second six weeks. Better grades this time, thank you! April 30.-Dr. Stephenson and Miss Nichols spoke to the Senior class on Nursing. Well, There's Something About a Soldier -Maybe it's about a nurse, too. May 21.-Senior Day. And was everybody thrilled and surprised with the NEW Techniscram. Those pictures of the Seniors just simply knocked them off their feet. May 23.-Senior Play-and did I laugh! It was really grand. May 23.-Senior Prom-it was a big success. More pretty girls, and they could dance rather well, too. May 31.-Baccalaureate Sermon preached at First Baptist Church. June 5.-Sheepskins were handed to those who had earned them, at McFarlin Auditorium. Well, that's all there is: there ain't no more. NIGHT CLUB PROWLING Frances Greenfield: Hawaii, Bob and Doc, you must be Hungary today. Bob Whitehead: Yes, Siam, but can't Rumania long. Venice lunch ready ? F. G.: I'll Russia to a table. Will you Havana? B. W.: Nome, you can wait on us. F. G.: Japan a menu? The Turkey's nice. Doc Blasingame: Can't Jamaica little speed? F. G.: I don't think the cook can Fiji that, but Alaska. D. B.: Just put a Cuba in our Java. F. G.: Sweden it yourself. I'm here only to Servia. D. B.: Denmark my bill and call the Bosphorus. He'll Kenya. I d0n't Bolivia know who I am. F. G.: And I don't Caribbean, youcertainly Armenia. Jack Seaman: Samoa your racket, eh? Don't Genoa the customer's always right? What's got India ? B. W.: Canada the noise.. Spain in the neck. E 29 l

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ASK PROFESSOR FLANNAGIN - Continued Dear Aska Flann: Why doesn't Mrs. Lemmerhirt let girls take up slips and get an extra credit? A. Needer. You're losing your mind: What a school this would be if you took up all the slips! Dear Little Kno-All: Why are young men vain? Mary Frances Greenfield. Dear Frances: They are vain 'cause they get a pain when a dame swains over them. Dear Lankey: What do we learn in four years at high school? Isabel Vance. Dear Inquirer: We learn that we didn't learn what we should have learned. Dear Flannagin: Why are girls gold-diggers? A Silver Pocket. Dear Cheap Skate: Don't you know we're on the gold standard now? Dear Know All: Don't you think mermaids are in the sea? James Reichert. Listen, Jimmie: There are women at the bottom of every- thing. Dear Dark Horse: Have you ever seen a coin with two heads on it? Harold Heyman. Dear Honey Boy: I did once, and have stuck to orange juice since. Dear Conceited Sap: What can you tell a girl who accuses you of staring at other girls? Henry Parma. Didn't Like Your Greeting: A glaring example. SIMILES As hard-boiled as a bill collector on the 10th. As cross-eyed as a policeman giving a fair damsel an over- parking ticket. As dumb as a chicken with its head cut off. As muscle-bound as a prizefighter on exhibition at a wom- an's bridge party. As tight as a Scotchman buying pins. As cold as a dog's nose sniffing a hot porterhouse steak. Today's best tabloid biography: high chair, high school, high stool, high Iinance, high hat, hi, warden. i311