Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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1 .. . , , . fell 1926 i WHS Dad: Ah, I always did claim that cat had a taste for music. There was a girl in Piedmont High once, Who was so very bright: She couldn't get it dark enough To go to sleep at night. If a student stumbled over a stone would it be called a geology trip? Say Sambo, why don't you buy your little boy an encyclopedia? I should say not. Let him learn to walk the walk I did. She: Why do you have so many wrinkles in your forehead ? He: I used to drink out of a saucer when I was a baby. Guest: Waiter, there is a fiy in my ice cream. Waiter: Let him freeze and teach him a lesson. The little in the soup last night. rascal Fair one, you are the inspiration of my best compositions. And what do you write, my hero? Jokes. Jones: Is your son home for a vacation?,' Brown: I guess so. I can't find any of my shirts. Then the signature is a forgery. Well, I copied it as close as I could. Lola H.: Are you driving your car with last year's license ? James L.: No, you saphead, with gasoline? Billy B.: Will you let me kiss you? Louise D.: Well, I won't let you, but I can't stop you. Sally : I don't love Peggy any more. Ritchie : Have a quarrel? Sally : No, I broke my arm. Editor: Your so-called poetry is just an escape of gas. Poet: Something must be wrong with the meter. Pauline S.: I say, Malcolm, will you drive me all around town ? Malcolm K.: Yes, if I can get a harness to iit you. Page one hundred six

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I el Lammel SOII, We hear that one of the Cherry brothers has a crush on Eva Abram- but which one is it? Well, we'll leave that for you to decide. Oh that I were what I would be, When I should be what I am not: But what I am, that I must be, And what I would be I cannot. Mr. Knode: Do you sleep with your window open ? Eldred Green: Naw, just my mouth. I shall now tickle the ivories, said the dude as he fingered a toothpick. She's always making a scene some place. n Who? That leading lady in the new play. When in Rome, order spaghetti. Barber: Sir, you are next. These ladies came in after you did. Customer: Go ahead with them. I'll wait. They are my daughter, my wife and my mother. Pop! said the weasel as he watched the little boy touch a match to the firecracker. Once upon a time a husband dared to touch the guest towel. He: Could I see you across the street, lady ? Lady: If you can't, you should see an occulistf' First Dumbbell: I see that 'Playing With Souls' is on at the movies to-night. Second Dumbbell: Yes, that's 'The Shoemakers' Holiday,' isn't it? Jill or gill, it takes Jack. What is your favorite perfume? Brandy. Senior: Well, and how did you find the initiation ? Freshie: Didn't have to find it. I just stooped over and there it Was. Lad: Pa, the cat's eaten the canary. Page one hundred five

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www Roberta M.: I've been told that the expression on a girl's face shows how her partner dances. Penny Z.: Won't you please quit frowning ? When girls are young they play with jacks, When girls get older they play with Jacks. Thelma C.: Hear that fellow blowing about his business ? Mary K. L.: Yeah, Trade Winds. Nellie Keplinger: And did you let him kiss you? Mary Oates: Let him? I had to help him! Katherine Crawford: I hate you, and besides, you're lantern jawedf' Horace Richards: You're not so dim yourself. Your nose shines. Almond eyes do not always denote a nut. Sally S.: Are you going to the fair ? Virginia H.: What fair? Sally S.: The paper says 'Fair here to-day and to-morrow.' That's a new one on me, said the monkey as he scratched his back. Herb Martin: My face is my future. Susie Cherry: How do you get your room rent paid ? Mr. Neff : What is the difference between 'I will hire a taxi' and 'I have hired a taxi.' Punk L.: About seven dollars and a half. Aunt: And what brought you to town, Louise ? Louise D.: Oh well, I just came to see the sights, and I thought I'd call on you first. Bubbles: Nice dog. Have you taught him any new tricks since I was here last ? Mrs. Fredlock: Oh yes. If you just whistle he'll bring your hat. Glen S.: Who's working the typewriter so fast in there ? Harry M.: That isn't a typewriter. That's Katherine Crawford chewing gum. Paul F.: I don't know whether to become a painter or a oet. D Page one hundred seven