Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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new Things that never happen: John Crist-Alone. Horace Richards-Saying something. Debby Ord and Enid Ours-On time. Mary Hamilton Spencer-Dancing. Marie Walsh-Silent. Norman J enkins-Loafing. Mary Powers-Acting bashful. Morris Holland--Not thinking of Enid. Harold Kight-Not powdered. Russell DeVore-Not singing. Thelma Schoppert-Not looking at Clyde. Eugene Paxton-Studying. Headline: Lightning knocks man out of bed. We suppose he said: All right, dear, I'll get right up. Mr. Knode: Why must we be careful to keep our homes neat and clean ? Virginia Hutchinson: Because company may walk in at any mo- ment. A wild-eyed citizen rushed into a hardware store and called for twenty- five cents worth of carbolic acid. The clerk held back a yawn and replied: We have no carbolic acid, but we carry a fine line of razors, ropes, hatchets, shotguns and revolversf' Sally Sullivan: I'd like to offer you a cigarette, but- Gladys Gross: Don't botherg I never smoke cigarette butts. Enid Ours: I do love the great open places. Hump Paxton fsarcasticallyl : I suppose that explains Why you had your arm around Morris' head last night. Young man, said the irate gentleman at the lunch counter to the youth who was inhaling his soup with a gurgling sound and splashing it about the while, what are you, a Colorado Geyser ? NaW, replied the soup juggler, 'Tm a Freshman. Young wife: If this is an all wool rug, why is it labeled cotton ? Clerk Qconfldentallyl : That, madam, is to deceive the moths. Mr. Knode in Biology class: 'Tm going to dismiss you ten minutes early to-day. Please go out quietly so as not to wake the other classes. Some girls are like ocean liners. It takes a little tug to get them started. Page ninety-eight

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fel rl We editors may tug and toil Until our finger tips are sore, Yet some poor fish is sure to say, I've heard that joke before. John Crist to Horace Richards at Petersburg: What'l1 I do ? Sue Fredlock: They tell me you love music. Clyde Marker: Yes, but keep on playing. Did Morris Holland and John Crist take Debby Ord and Garlic Ours to a party at Davis ? 'Z ? Wife fReading newspaperh : It says here that men grow bald be- cause of the intense activity of their brain. Hubby: Exactly, and women have no whiskers because of the in- tense activity of their chins. . An Irishman journeying along a lonely road was stopped by a high- wayman Who, displaying a revolver, demanded: Your money-or your life. The Irishman, trembling from head to foot, exclaimed: Take me life, take me lifeg I'm saving me money for me old age. , .1 y . - How is it young man, that I find you kissing my daughter? How is it, I ask you ? Young Man: Oh, it's great, it's great. The Garden of '25 : Norman Hoffa-The Sunflower. Norman J enkins-The Climbing Morning Glory. Mary Powers-The Drooping Pansy. Marguerite J ohnson-The Blushing Rose. Enid Ours-The Resolute Hollyhock. Debby Ord and John Crist-Fragile Violets. Sarah Crist--The Firm Dahlia. Ruth Turner and Dessie Fox-The Hardy Asters. Pauline Tucci-The Beautiful Lily. Ethel White-The Marigold. Clyde Marker--The Fragrant Sweet William. Eugene Paxton-The Daisy. Russell DeVore-The Handsome Rhododendron. Morris Holland-The Sturdy Magnolia. Page ninety-:wen

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I Surbuban Resident: It's simply fine to Wake up in the morning and hear the leaves Whispering outside your window. City Man: It's all right to hear the leaves whisper, but I never could stand hearing the grass moWn. Jay: How did you like Ashes of Vengeance? Jin: If you are referring to that cigar you gave me, it was sure Well named. Ritchie: Let's sit out this dance. I have a game knee. Kate: s'Well, er-just how game ? Percy Kight Con lion hunting expeditionj: Hey Mr. Brainstorm, a. lion just fell in the pit. What shall I do ? Head of the expedition: Do? Why jump down there and cut its throat. Bobby Holland: May I hold your hand ? Eva Abramson: Of course not! This isn't Palm Sunday. Bobby: Well, it isn't Independence Day either. Paul Thomas: What can I do to keep my hair from falling Y J effie Baker: Catch it. Bobby Holland says: If you have ingrown toe nails use a claw ham- mer. The novice at trout fishing had hooked a very small trout, and had wound it in until it was jammed against the rod. Harold Kight: What do I do now ? Instructor: Climb up the rod and stab it. Laugh and the world laughs with you, Snore and you sleep alone. Souse No. 1: Les go see The Covered Wagon. ' Souse No. 2: Can't. We're broke. Souse No. 1: That's alright. I know the driver. Ritchie: How much do you weigh ? Lola Hardegan: Oh, not enough to spoil the crease in your trousers. We once knew a professor who was so absent minded that one night when it came time to retire he pulled down his trousers and laid the window shade on the chair. Gladys Gross: Yes, nature is certainly wonderful. Did you ever see Page ninety-nine