Onsted High School - Wildcat Pride Yearbook (Onsted, MI)

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est THOUGHTS ON A PORE JOKE I like fun--and I like jokes 'Bout as well as most o' folksJ-- Like my joke, and like my funga- But a joke, I'll state right here, 'S get some p'int--er I don't koer Fer no joke that hain't got none,-- I hain't got no use, I'll say, Fer a gore joke, anyway! F'rinstunce, now, when some folks gits To relyin' on their wits, Ten to one they git too smart And s ile it all, right at the start! Fegler wants to jest go slow And do his thinkin' first, you know 'F I can't think up somepin' good, I set still and chaw my coodl 'F you think nothin'--jest keep on, But don't gay it--or you're gone! James Whitoomb Riley

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4 Q. 2125- ' .4 ,pig WX QQ? Qvx A s X I THEY'RE IN THE ARMY NOW E. Merx: nThe supply Sarge gave me a hat that's too big for my head.n Captain: HOkay, I'll make you a Corporal--then it'll fit.n .Hz : :L : N. li IG fl I5 IX The General and a Colonel were walking down the street. They met a number of privates, and each time the Colonel sa- luted he muttered under his breath, UAnd the same to you.n Finally, the General could contain himself no longer, and he asked curiously, Hwhy do you always say that when you salute?H 'nWell,H grinned the Colonel, HI was a private once my- self, and I know exactly what they're thinking.n JL JL 'L ' 'N n n 1s 15 It was a hot blistering day in midsummer. Tired and dusty during a long march across the rolling prairie, ,the soldiers of the regiment wanted only one thing--water. A rancher rode by. nSay, friend,U called one of the men, Uhow far te the next town?H HOh, a matter of two miles or so, I reekon,N replied the rancher. An hour passed and another rancher rode by. HHow far to the next town?U asked the men eagerly. UA good two miles,n was the laconic reply. A weary half hour later a third rancher rode by. UHey, how far's the next town?,n ehorused the men in unison. ' UJust a piece down the road--about two miles, 11d say.n The Sergeant sighed, and then he brightened optimisti- callya Well, men, we're not gaining on it, but at least we're holding our own.n U J .QL QL 5 wr .5 .. Wx sf' The Sergeant kissed her gently, as raindrops kiss a roseg But who over heard of a raindrop getting a broken nose?