Providence Technical High School - Review Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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 TIIE TECH REVIEW 7 Harold Lindberg: “Why does a blush creep over a girl’s face?” Dan Earle: “’Cause it’d kick up too much dust if it ran.” Roy Pearson: “Civilization certainly is advancing. Imagine, just a few years ago the Eskimos used to eat candles for des- sert.” Grace Cripps: (sarcastically) “Yes, and now I s’pose they eat electric light bulbs.” One evening a minister’s daughter at- tended a dance against her father’s wishes. The next morning, at breakfast, the min- ister greeted his daughter by saying, “Good morning. Daughter of Satan.” She replied, “Good morning, father.” A pedestrian hailed a college car. “How goes it, boys?” “Gasoline, you darned fool, what d’ja think?” Art Jojorian: “Say, I wonder why they say ‘Amen’ instead of Ah-women?” Henry Deering: “Oh, well, they sing ‘hymns,’ don’t they?” Coach Parker: (to football players) Remember that football developes indi- viduality, initiative, leadership. Now get in there and do exactly as I tell you.” Ed Robinson: When I graduate I shall Jtep into a position of $20,000 per.” Russ Hager: “Per what?” Ed: “Per—haps!” “A man can’t fool a tooth ache, even if he can kid gloves and string beans,” says Don Jeffrey. Ray: “Who knocks?” Tut: Tis I, the Duke.” Ray: “Duke o’ what?” 1 ut: “Duco finish.” Senior: “You should place your hand over your mouth when you yawn.” Fresh: “What! ’an get bit?” Good looking State 1 roopcr: Let’s see your license. What’s your name?” Alice Peacock: “Alice—what’s yours? Member of Senior chorus: (singing) “And for bonnie Annie Laurie I’d lay me down and die.” Mr. Carpenter: (interrupting) “Is Miss Laurie in the audience?” Mother: “Now, Grace, I want you to come home from the party at a reasonable hour—and not with the milkman.” Grace C: “But mother, how absurd. He won’t be there.” Em: “I see dainty India muslins are nade from fibers of the banana tree.” I ut: “Yes, they ought to be rather easy to slip on.”

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80 TIIK TKCII REVIEW 1930 “Masquerade” By Ruth C. Hilton, ’3 “Where ya going, sis?” asked Al, busy putting on a bright red tie. He excused the brilliance of the tie by saying that red was his school’s color. “Well, you ought to know by this time that I’m going to the masquerade at Elinor’s, if you’ll stop talking long enough so I can get ready,” replied Joan. She was valiantly struggling to get into the multiple skirts of a fluffy, old fashioned dress of the 1860’s. “Aw, who would want to go to one of those crazy things, anyhow? ” came the question. “I for one, and if you had any polite- ness about you, you’d go too, since you had an invitation.” shot back Joan. Still strug- gling. “And I do wish you would wear a respectable and sober tie!” With that she tripped downstairs like the frilly, shy, little maiden she was representing. After she had gone, Al lolled around the house, not knowing what to do with himself. Since idlers usually turn to mis- chief for want of something to do, Al had, what he termed, a brilliant idea. He would dress up as Romeo or in some equally ab- surd costume, go to the masquerade and monopolize his sister’s dances. Wouldn’t she be wild when she found out it was her brother! Quickly he ran upstairs and found an An undertaker joined a golf club and became infatuated with the game and the club. He liked it so well that he offered free burial to the first member to die. I hat night ten Scotchmen shot them- selves. old Revolutionary War costume. It was all moth eaten, and smelled of moth balls. He got into it hastily but found it didn’t fit him very well. However, he decided that it looked alright. (Just like a man). He couldn’t find an old tie to wear, so he put on a new one which was a vivid orange with green and purple stripes. It was pretty according to his sense of har- mony! But he forgot that Joan had seen the tic when he got it! He ran out to the garage, jumped into his roadster and was off to Elinor’s house. It was a large mansion surrounded by a beautiful rose garden and was well suited for masquerades. Al entered as inconspicuously as possible and immediately cut in on his sister. He did not notice the glances she gave his tie while they were dancing. He danced with her as often as possible, cutting in when he could and not going far from her be- tween dances. This was noticed and soon people were whispering that Joan had a new boy friend. “All unmask! unmask!’’ This cry came around the hall about one thirty. Al waited until Joan had her’s off be- fore he reached up to unmask. Just as his fingers reached the mask Joan nonchal- antly remarked,” I do wish you would wear a respectable tie for once, Al!” Esther Almy: “Say, what’s the symbol for water?” Helen K: ”H, I, J, K. L, M, N. O.” Esther: “How d’ya get that way?” Helen: “Well, it’s H to O, isn’t it?”