Portsmouth High School - Trojan Yearbook (Portsmouth, OH)

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Trojan horse-census of 1940 SepTember, In-sTall-ed Again Hay Mare-y, ' We're oTF! Back inTo harness and prancing around like mad Trying To geT inTo The swing oT Things. lln The rush came near man- gling Two liTTle Treshmen looking losT and so Torlorn.l The circus parade lasT Tuesday gave me The urge To Travel, buT mama says huh-uh noT while l'm sTill a colT-buT There'll come a day. How's abouT Truckin' on down To The mixer dance aTTer school -Freddy FreauT is bound To be There, and Those who know Tell me he's really some hoofer. ln The Mood, Horace S-epTember, Readin' and WriTin' Helloooooo Horace, Oh, don'T we have The mosT divine TooT- ball Team This year-so many big sTrong TooTball heroes. My hearT wenT piTTy-paT aT The way Bob Warden dashed here and There on his way To Three Touchdowns in The SpringTield game. Horace, why can'T you be a TooTball hero lik-e him? l boughT my Echo subscripTion This morning--l iusT couldn'T resisT aTTer Elwood SingleTon made his beauTiTul announcemenT in homeroom. Horace. why don'T you Train your voice like his? This week has been posiTively bursTing wiTh happenings whaT wiTh booTi- Tul G. A. C. iniTiaTes caTching everyone's eye and explosives in chemisTry class. BranT Appel ain'T whaT he used To be- noT since he saT on Miss KauTTman's cacTus lneiTher is The cacTusl. Hark! l hear There's rumors of a revoluTion 'round abouT dear old P. H. S. You see iT all sTarTed when one biology sTudenT said To anoTher, l'm noT going To geT down on The Tloor and hunT anTs. You GoTTa Be a FooTball Hero, Mare-y OcTober, Hallowe'en Again Dear Mare-y, Have you heard-oh, have you heard? Lowell Fisher now knows how iT Teels To be panTless-aren'T we The big bad Hi-Y boys? BuT don'T criTicize! Neigh! Neigh! Take T'rinsTance your aTTiTude Toward Those poor souls who have braved The dangers of The G. A. C. iniTiaTion. Assemblies To The righT, spiriT is han is To heroine To Romeo John son's hero The Junior in my biT. ,army p-lay Club saving my and, in mx wards. Reveller's ThaT long Thrills. a colT aT whaTnoT. Horace Axing Around GreeTings, Horace, My, how Time covers disTance -- Hallow- e'en, Trojan ConvenTion, lronTon game are now noThing buT mere iTems of The pasT. The Troian annual ouTing gave some oT The Temales a chance To TeasT Their eyes on Their currenT college Casanovas,Whoa- mance! Horace, I wish you were a college man and aTe goldfish-you never geT pasT oaTmeal cookies. Egadl l'm sTill punch- drunk Trom Senior Psychological TesTs! Re- member Reverend OlerT's colossal Talk on personaliTy'? Well-ll have you noTiced any change in me? Who's doing The ax-swing- ing around ye old homesTead Tor Tomor- row? 'Fraid Joan Babcock as Troian's queen of beauTies is gonna give Mr. and Mrs. Turkey oT PorTsmouTh a run Tor Their mon- ey! 'Tis rumored she has everyone slighTly agog. Allasame The cranberries are sTill in The running. FaiThTul Torever, Mare-y

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lnierlude Gosh Ma re-y, Blue Monday! An arrnosphere of gloom surrounds +his poor miserable carcass. Whal wirh The heari-breaking ourcome of our advenrure in+o lhe Buckeye Bowl and sniflles and sneezes from rhe +oo, loo, wer- 'rish afmosphere, life iusi ain'+ wor+h liv- in'. Yep, il' was a grear fighl, bur THEY won! Kerchoo! Wiih Tears in My Eyes, Horace December, Among 'rhe Hollies My friend, l've iusr been elecred presidenr of fhe Horsie Keep Your Tail Up Club: so from now on you'll pullease address me as Yer Honner . Keep an ear cocked, Mare-y, for fhal' club's goin' far, and wi1'h me hold- ing rhe reins, nolhing can siop ir. Speak- ing oli clubs, Miss Noel's gill 'ro movie goers, rhe Phofoplay Club, has been really srepping- Elizabe'rh and Essex, Nurse Edirh Cavell, and such. Did you hear Donald Dixon, l'he operalic siar, warming up in perspirafion loops! preparafionl for his concern' lasr Friday? Fifrh period class- es on firsl' floor were really rreared. Ahhh! a spirir of Xmas prevails! Girls' League, your Amazon sociery is having ils Chrisr- mas dance Wednesday. I'd like 'ro 'rake you, bul' +he Horsies Keep Your Tails Up have decided no dares unfil we ger some coin in rhe ireasury. 'Fraid rhar lels rhe baskerball game our Friday, for l, as Their president musr ser a shining example. Merry Chrislmas! The Honorable Mr. So and So, Horace January, The farelul 4O's begin Really, Horace! This monrh would have been a 'ro'ral flop if if hadn'+ been for a cerrain Chinese philos- opher. Columbus may have discovered America, bul' pleasam' pandemonium usu- ally breaks loose when someone whispers Confucius say- Horace, why can'i you 'rhink of cu+e 'rhings like 'rha'r? Then, of coarse, we have 'rhe mid-freshmen whose ambifion is unnerving and 'rhe ever-so-many rears for deparfed Seniors. Concenfraling on rears, if The Honorable Mr. So and So doesn'+ quir horsying around 'fhal cer- fain blond, 'rhe Horsies Keep Your Tails Up are going To be looking high and LOW 'lor a new presidenr 'ro guide ihem 'ro rheir pinnacle of success. Foolishly ec- s'ra+ic describes you only 'foo well. l'm Fil' io Be Tied, Mare-y February, Behind Jrhe 8-Ball Misfress Mare-y Quire Conrrary, Don? you 'rhink i'r's aboul lime +0 ease up on Jrhe cold shoulder? We could have been 'rogefher ai The Sophomore Dance, Revel- lers Play, and Chillicorhe game if you hadn r decided To play freeze our -and all because +ha+ liHle blond eyeful can r leave me alone. All 'rhe WEAKER sex are chasing rhe boys for 'rheir Hi-Y pins land gerring 'rheml-aren'+ you inleresred? Le- roy Lewis, The liHle man who isn'+ all Jrhere, proved i'r in Chemisfry Class when he asked, How much palem' drugs would be needed +o acquire The habii of drinking? For once our Chemisrry professor was slumped. Alihough Janice Apel's Jrray iug- gling acr a+ lunch ended in disasier, if was nice while i'r lasied. lncidenlally Lochin- var Bouldin has been walking 'round, for daze-yep, he pracfically kissed 'em all lin 'rhe playl-no solilaire playing for Jrhai young lad. And now Thai I have wri+1'en 'rhe cold hard fads of life, may l say, Do unfo ofhers as you would have 'rhem do un'ro you. l+'s a Blue World, Horace fContinued on next pagej 5 Q. ix Page 6