Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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THE SENIOR ANNUAL l Glass Poem '1 hompson myers. Our president is Tommy tall, In meetings he holds sway, And by his rule say one and all Our class stands 'drst today. Emmons McCrory. And here is 'KMac the teachers pet 'Tis true we call him 'Kviei yet, 'Z Tho at times when Tom has the chair, In the rear of the room he likes to sit, His chair tilted back, oh quite a bit, Both feet waving high in the air. Esther O'Keefe. And Esther fair and tall, So dignified she looks, Has yet a word for all, This girl who keeps the books. Lelea Hess. She is so thin and very small, To you it may seem funny That this we e'er should dare at all Yet Lelea keeps our money. Albertus Lauer. Our valedictoriau here close hy, This one small lad with glasses, And they do say, 'tween you and I. That Bert does like the lasses. Irene Kuhn. A charming face with eyes of brown In this picture is seen. She captures all the hearts in town. This girl we call lrene. Hazel Love. As still and shy as a mouse, Never speaking less spoken to. No matter what the rest decide, She's ever willing to do. Q

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THE SENIOR ANNUAL a bear, mountain lioln, or even a burglar, I knew not what, when Kell said as he turned over trying to regain his regular sleeping pace, Aw, you're see'in things Parker. I again rolled up in my blanket and went to sleep, but in the morning we all had a good laugh at Lee 's expense. We were up at 5 :3O and by 6 130 had started after the trout and game. Lee and I specialized on fishingg Kell and John on hunting, and although our luck was not so good this morning, we had a splen- did fish dinner. It was our wish to reach home early in the evening, and as the boys wanted to do a little hunting on the way. we decided to make a start immediately after dinner. Our outfit was soon packed and by 1 :00 o'clock we were again on the trail. No game was sighted until we were near the summit, when Kell was struck on the side of the head by a pheasant which had been feeding in the grass on the upper side of the trail. There was a covey of perhaps a dozen birds in the near vicinity, and all of them 'flew over our heads and down the hill. John was ready for them, and quickly dismounting he started down the mountain stopping now and then to fire, and with four shots he bagged as many birds. He soon climbed back to the trail and after putting the game in his bag, led 0E toward home. By 5:00 o'elock we reached the open road where the horses were let out, and within an hour we rode into the city. Thus ended one of the most enjoyable week-end excursions of my life, but it ended with the resolve that at the earliest opportun- ity I would make another trip over mountain trails through the beautiful Cf-eu: d'Alene:. . X M1 NOVV, THERE. He-Bah, what is a woman? ' A rag, a bone, and a hank of hair. She-And a man? A jag, a drone, and a tank of air. - THE BRUTE. A young man hurriedly entered a restaurant and sat down at the table nearest the kitchen. lVith shuffling feet, the waitress en- tered. Have you frog legs? the young man anxiously inquired. No indeed. rheumatism makes me walk like this, the waitress indignantly replied.

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THE SENIOR ANNUAL Mercie Jones 'Twas once the rage to be versy This spirit she soon did feel, Instead of staid, plain Mercie, She signed herself Marcelle. Alva McKesson. And this the wise boy Alva, Should wear a gown and wig, And sit in the courts of England From the way he reasons in Trig. Hannah Davis. Joan of Arc she might be called, Her will power is so strong, It matters not if other ways The whole world does go on- Edwin J ohnsou. This one-so very bright is he, From fear we'd all turn pane, N0 matter what the quiz might he, lf he should chance to fail. Ferrcl Shafer. If all the men round here about We advertised for sale, ere thout a doubt, Her choice would be, wi The man who brings the mail. Mabel Copp. If Mabel C. does come along, Straight faces we must wear, And never do the slightest wrong, A cop is always there. Walter Thayer. It seems as school could ne 'er agree With this boy we call Dutch, No wonder why - in fact you see Ile thought he'd work too much. Cyrel Foreman. Jack of all Trades is a handy man In life a prominent factor. Which Cy will be decide if you can, VVhether artist or an actor. Fern Gibson. We knew her power was mightly, But tho't it scarce went so far As to get a fine school teacher, And ride around in his car.