Piedmont High School - Tris Yearbook (Piedmont, WV)

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Q' 'lf v' I ' .r ' 5 1 u 'va 4 - -EL M - wr vw , f f ,W'.lv '01 A 45 v v'f,f Ei xl? m2g2.?. g:I.i 5r H'0A4.3.Q17521 '05 V. Pleasants: When a man who bores me terribly asks me where I live I always say in the suburbs. R. Fike: And where do you live? V. Pleasants: In the suburbs. Who is the foot ball player warming up ? Say, that's the coach. His team is losing. Why She Married Him- He was poor. He was homely. He couldn't dance. He wouldn't drink. He was a dumb-bell. But her best friend wanted him! We met a girl on the campus this morning whose mouth was so small she had to take pills with a shoehorn. uBuSy ?n No. You busy ? Well, let's go to class. Say, old fellow, it's strange to see you going around in that old light coat this chilly weather, While your wife is wearing a swell new fur coat. Well, all I have to do is think of her fur coat and immediately I start prespiringf' Mr. Knode: What can you tell me about nitrates? James V.: Well-er-they're a lot cheaper than day rates. Boss: But you asked for a day off a month ago because your wife was dying, and now you ask for another for the same reason. Oliver R.: Can't help it, sir, I am very sorry, but you can never de- pend on my wife for anything. Is this a speedometer? she asked, as she tapped on the glass which covered that instrument. Yes, dear, I replied in a sweet, gentle voice. Don't they call this the dash light ? she queried, fingering the little nickel-plated illuminator. Yes, honey, my words floated out softly as before. l75l