North Andover High School - Knight Yearbook (North Andover, MA)

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Turk uirKey Limeric k s One clay I met a fish Who wanted to make a wish. He wished for some rain. Oh, what could he gain. Soon he was cooked, poor fish. F. Rivet We have a young athlete named Kaye, At basketball, how she can play. Always doing her best. As she works with the rest, Yes, our Kaye is really O. K. J. Meserve There is a young lad called Fred, Whose face quite often gets red. He’s not very shy, That mischievous guy. But we all get along with our Fred. M. Ranfone We are lucky to have in our school A combination of rink, gym, and pool. You can laugh as you may, But we say with dismay, We ' d rather have gym than a pool. M. Schofield There once was a boy named Moe Who always had plenty of “doe.” And when he went out All the girls would shout “Oh! Moe, take me to the show.” R. Hilton There once was a boy named Dick Who came to school looking slick. Each alternate day A new tie found its way Into the life of our Dick. R. Hilton There was a young miss named Roberta, Who was sure that nothing could hurt her; She w r ent for a sail, And leaned over the rail. Now what has become of Roberta? J. Meserve Oh, teeth are a problem to Killam, She just hates the dentist to drill ’em. She sighs while they ache, And at last when they break. She cries to her dentist, “Now fill ’em.” J. Meserve We have a nice classmate named Scho, Who’s everyone’s friend as you know. She’s thoughtful and sweet, And it sure is a treat To ha e a real friend like our Scho. J. Meserve There is a young lady named Milly, Who went for a ride on a filly. The filly broke down, As it came into town, And Millie was knocked right out silly! D. Conte We need at our high school a court. Where basketball is the sport. But until the day When our hair gets gray The sport will change, not the court. R. Hilton I once knew a boy named Buster, Had a head like a rocking-chair duster. His front teeth were buck, A straight nose by luck, And pink eyes that shone with a luster. . Shellnutt There was a young girl named Mitty, Who was fresh right out of the city, And so she did pat A black and white cat, And found out it was not a kitty. Joan Leighton There was a bird named Smitty, He was so very pretty, Until one day He got away, And was eaten up by a Kitty. C. Killam, 29

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At Jolmson. ' We Oaves A Marshall, but no plan. A Cole, but no bin. Three Finns, but no fishes. A Knightly, but no daily. De Adder, but no sting. A Simon, but no Legree. A Schofield, but no Hayden. A Reilly, but no life. A Baker, but no bread. Connors, but no streets. A Stewart, but no crown. A Hilse, but A Legate, but no “choo choo.” A Smith, but no black. A Roebuck, but no Sears. A Kane, but no Abel. A Green, but no go. A Mulvey, but no wash. An Adams, but no Eves. A Sullivan, but no Gilbert. A Howard, but no Johnson. Humphries, but no Bogarts. A Davis, but no Blanchard, no dales. 28

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There was a young lad who went skating. He went gayly without debating. It might make you sick For the ice wasn’t thick; The poor lad will do no more dating. C. Killam There once was a lassie named Sue. Who went out with a guy named Lou. Sue went to dine On pheasant and wine, But Lou had to settle for stew. . Fnerster For years he drove the junk with zest. The sturdy Packard stood the test. But lo and behold, Came the Chrysler hold, Now the Packard has gone to rest. F. Soncy There was a young girl they called Jackie, Who suddenly sat on a tackee, And she jumped up so high. That she reached the sky. And that was the end of our Jackie. J. Reillv There was an old dog with a hone. Who thought he would eat it alone, When along came a brute, Who ran off with his loot. And left the poor dog all alone. Jane Leighton There was a young hoy named Davy, Who decided to join the Navy, When he got there. The treatment was rare. But poor Davy is still in the Navy. D. Dushame There was a young lad named Cy Who thought he would learn to fly; From the rooftop he sprang. And fell with a hang. He had started a trifle too high. W. Connell There was a young man named Jack, Who put his lunch on the coat rack; Along came a mouse Through a hole in the house. And ran off with poor little Jack’s snack. M. Maude There was a young cat from an alley. Who decided he’d go to a rally. In the pale moonlight, They sang all night. He and his sweet cousin Sally. M. De Simone There once was a fellow named Jefty Who always tried pitching like Lefty. But one day at the hat. Stood “Harry the Cat,” And out of the game went our Jefty. A ' . O’Keefe There ' s a Finneran that we call Bob Who one day started to sob, “I have no bright ties That would knock out your eyes. So my big brother’s rack I will roll.” R. Casale We’ve a left-handed teacher named Jack, Of brains he has surely no lack. When he writes on the board There is general discord. And he has to read every word back J. Meserve We have a French teacher named Cook, Who is always forgetting her book. She runs to and fro, Always late as you know, Notre professeur, mademoiselle Cook. J. Meserve We have here a teacher named Veva, Who scurries around like a beaver. Ben Franklin, her beau, died long, long ago Which saddens this teacher named Veva. J. Chadwick There is a kid named Jimmy Who has a chum named Finny, And together with Huck They’re always running amuck. That’s the triangle of Huck, Jim, and Finny. K. Howard 30