Randolph Macon Academy - Sabre Yearbook (Bedford, VA)

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The Sabre Du Moennrian Hubbard Sharp CLASS OF 1922 LOVED AND ESTEEMED BY ALL THE STUDENTS AND FACULTY OF THE SESSIONS OF 1920-22 DIED AT SEA JUNE 16, 1922 AGE 16 YEARS, 3 MONTHS Page one hundred twenty-eight

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The Sabre Jokes Koonce: “Col. Phelps, may I have three more days for Easter holiday?” Col. Phelps: “What do you want—three days of grace?” Koonce: “No, sir; of Delores.” x % Capt. Burton: “Goodall, do you know Lin- coln’s Getttysburg address?” Goodall: “No, sir; I thought he always lived in the White House.” He: “Is that you, darling?” She: “Yes, who is this?” x He: “We are coming to a tunnel; are you afraid ?” She: “Not if you take that cigarette out of your mouth.” % They were looking at a new pair of stock- ings. He: “Why do they call them clocks? I don’t see any hands on them.” She: “No, there are not supposed to be any hands on them,” x She: “Do you always take the other girls for such long walks?” Shelor: “No, it isn‘t always necessary.” Capt. Garner: “Hey! What’s that noise back there?” Goodall: “I just dropped a perpendicular, sir.” Thompson: “A fool can ask more questions than a wise man can answer.” Hardy: ‘No wonder so many of us flunk on exams.” Capt. Simpson: “Vaughan: Name a memor- able date in history.” Vaughan: “Antony’s date with Solphis.’ (Meaning Cleopatra.) Booth: While rambling around here in Bedford one may come across many eccentric Page one hundred twenty-seven signs stuck up here and there about the city. Here is one that I stumbled upon. At the Bedford, the one and only theater here, they flash a sign upon the screen that goes like this: “Don’t smoke! Remember the Chicago fire. Don’t spit on the floor, Remember the Dayton flood.” x UNSPOKEN SPEECHES AT R. M. A. I don’t blame him for sticking me; it was my fault for— I’m glad Col. Phelps put me on a pledge; I’ve decided to quit smoking. Can’t you give us longer lessons, Captain? ‘Twenty pages are not enough. Hope we have setting-up exercises tomor- row morning. I need the exercise. Too bad it looks like rain and right before church, too; I hope it clears up. What delicious FOOD! The meals seern to get better every day. HEeEarp aT R. M. A. Town Man: “If R. M. A. was playing Hell, I would root for Hell!” Capt. Hubard: “Yes, and Hell would need it, too.” eo Capt. Booth: “Wills, your figures are ter- rible. Look at that eight, anyone would take it for a three.” Wills: “But it is a three, sir.’’ Capt. Booth: “I could have sworn it was an eight.” % 0 a ok HEARD IN BEDFORD She said: “It’s the little things in life that tell as she dragged her kid brother from un- der the sofa.” x oe KissING Kissing a girl after getting her permission is like getting a rain check after the eighth inning.

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