Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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immm mmuumnmmuum Page v v 9.31.3 ,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,, 1nuon1uuInnIIInunumumnuunuumuuumu1uvnuuuunmnmmnyanIIInu1unnInuummuuunnnnnnnna BILL-You should be a philanthropist with such a circulation of dough. It doesn't make a more enjoyable life nor add to its savor. DOUGHNUT-No, but sugar helps good taste. BILL-You have gotten along so far. DOUGI-INUT-I could always make ends meet. BILL-Why don't you keep on trying? DOUGHNUT-Well, I'm always bent towards something. BILL-Did anyone ever try to help you? DOUGHNUT-Yes, but I turned against them. BILL-It seems to me you would have been on the square with someone. DOUGHNUT--I wanted to go straight, but the trend of my ex- istence was predetermined. BILL-You may reach the top yet. DOUGHNUT--With a little push I could at least keep rolling. BILL--If you Were worth your salt you'd soar the heights. DOUGHNUT-My constituency is not of the salt-rising quality. BILL-You seem to be smart enough. DOUGHNUT-I'd like to know what's acute about me. All jok- ing aside, however, others have been helped through me. BILL-How's that? DOUGHNUT-Well, it has been through me they've seen the light. BILL-Drink has been my curse. Don't ever do that. DOUGHNUT-I'm afraid of it. BILL-Why? DOUGHNUT-I know if I'm ever caught in a pinch I'll get soused. BILL-There's certainly nothing to argue about in that state- ment. DOUGHNUT-I'm usually left with an opening for debate. BILL-I still say there's nothing for discussion. DOUGHNUT-I have to admit I am without points myself. BILL--You have some material lacking, but many different per- spectives. DOUGHNUT--I'm out of place when it comes to angles, but I'm the same on any side. BILL-I'm getting tired talking to you now. Aren't you fin- ished ? DOUGI-INUT-My very presence here should prove that I'm done. BBVGII mnuum uunnnuummu.

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ujpw cfyllidditcv V V BILL Csurprisedj-No, of course not. I take you for hunger's sake. DOUGHNUT-Well, for goodness' sake, stop. BILL-Aren't you a little out of place? DOUGHNUT-Huh, there's no corner on earth I'd fit in. BILL-Don't be so despondent. There's something for every- one in the world. DOUGHNUT-I can't be cheerful with no end in view. BILL-You do seem rather bored. DOUGHNUT-That's the hole story. BILL-I would think you would get an interest in life. DOUGHNUT-I have tried, but it has always centered around nothing. BILL-You seem to have interminable possibilities. DOUGI-INUT-I might have amounted to something, but I evad- ed nearly everything. BILL-You look as if you could get around only the smallest things. DOUGI-INUT-Otherwise I would have broken under the strain. BILL-Did you ever travel? DOUGHNUT-I have had my part of grease. BILL-There should be no end to the journey with you. DOUGI-INUT-I was cut out to rise in this World, but I did not continue with my elevating influences. BILL-You should have had more pertinaciousness. DOUGHNUT-I conquered that. I stick to everything now. BILL-Didn't you go to school? DOUGHNUT-Yes, but I never understood the hole equaling the sum of its parts. That meant nothing to me. BILL-I earned four degrees in the completing of my career. DOUGHNUT-That's nothing. They gave me three hundred and sixty. BILL-What about your family? DOUGHNUT-My Wife was discirculated. BILL-I'll bet that was a sweet loss. DOUGHNUT-Well, it stopped her rounds. BILL-Life does seem pretty indirect for you. DOUGHNUT--Yeah, but I live in the best of circles. BILL-It's still crooked. DOUGHNUT-I'm an aristocrat in my line, if money means anything. ... .... ........ ................... . . . Page six

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ajail 9niAAlt0,, v V BILL fdropping the doughnut into a paper sackj-I think I'll turn you back into dough. DOUGHNUT-I always did everything in my turn and now ' I'm being cached. It looks like I'm a dead ringer. ACT III Bill places some money on the counter as the owner enters. OWNER-Was it good? BILIE-Vtgas it good? I ! It was wonderful! tHe starts towards oor. OWNER-That's fineg fthen adds doubtfullyb I hope you have what it takes to get along. BILL fgrasping the bag tighter and staggering out the doorj- It's in the bag, boy .... It's in the bag! CURTAIN I m A Ballat Dancer By Nowland Pittman Like a dream she floats and glides and turns, With the winged grace of some fairy fair And movement like unto silver chiffon, Floating smoothly thru the air. She laughs and cries and smiles and sighs, And yet she utters not a word 3 You glide along on the wings of a song, As she dips and runs like a fleeing bird. She holds you lightly on her hand, And laughs at your awkward antics and youg With a pirouette she turns to pause And slips away like a ghost in blue. ...................................................... . . . Page eight