Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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Ta F1 . ,.,,-. the world was to see Picky Boon waltz. Her feet refused to gllide along gracefuly as they should. To look at Plicky one would think she was clodhopping instead of dancing. It was impossible to teach her number elevens to be fairy like. Harold Kight labored night -after night with Bebe, while Russell practiced Wet Your Thumb. Ski-ddy with her Whoa, Tillie was sure the berries and we give her the tin jar -of ap- ple sauce' for the best strutter. Everything came off on top -and the curtain went down on the last act amid the generous shower of carrotts, cabbage heads and bricks. The class of twenty-four presented Mrs. Neff with a silver vase and candle sticks to match, in appreciation of her splendid interest and untir- ing efforts which made Mr. Bob a complete success. The Seniors owe everything to Mrs. Neff, as she was most kind in assisting the class as Juniors in' the various events that marked the ibeginnving of their financial succesisess and also the events of the Senior year. So throw up your caps, boys, and give three big cheers for Mrs. C. T. Neff, Jr., our good Samaritan and true friend of the Senior Class of '24. Ghz Zuniur iBrnm The present Senior Class will have no difficulty in remembering the most joyful event of their Junior year. After much hard work the class of '24 succeeded in becoming financially wealthy enough to entertain the class of '23. Well folks, that was a night that ma-de history. The Seniors were a bit surprised to see the frivoloufs and jolly Juntilors get down to bus- iness. If the accounts of all the love affairs, kisses, eating and mischief making that occurred that night were placed end upon end they would reach from New York to California. After having a Hrattlcin' good time in our Ford, we arrived at the scene of the slaughter. The banquet hall was a never-to-be-forgotten mirage of joyland and paradise. From the ceiling hung beautiful Japanese lanterns artistically decorated, which were swaying listlessly to and fro in the murmuring breeze of an electric fan. lilrom the piano came the sweet tenor voice of la high school maiden tuning her vocal chords for the big event. When everyone had demolished his share of the delicious meats, cakes and fruits, we began to fall into that shiftless, contented feeling of a moon- lit summer night. No cares of the morrow entered our minds and we ate, drank and were merry. We wandered into an adjcinling room. to be joyful- ly amazed at seeing a veritable fairyland. In the center of the room were the advocates of the light, fantastic toe, swaying hither and yon Page one hundrfd eight . .e