Red Bank High School - Log Yearbook (Red Bank, NJ)

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A is for ALICE BORDEN, ALLER and FREY, B is for BEATRICE, who always knows why. C is for CHARLIE, who’s busy all day, and also for CLARENCE, whose last name is Gray. D is for DOROTHY METZGAR and DOT. These are two girls we all like a lot. E is for ECHO, a CHAMBERLAIN girl, and also for ELSIE, who has a sweet curl. F is for FLORENCE, who often is MOODY, and very unlike our dear little JUDY. G for GEORGE MYERS is next on the list. H is for Helen, with a watch on her wrist. I for the “INFANTS,” so called by MISS GATES, and often she tells us there is naught in our pates. J is for JIMMIE and also JANETTE, who are said to have loved the first time they met. K for two KATHRYNS, and L for LE ROY, and also for LAYTON, who is a tomboy. M is for MARY, who shoots the spitball. N is for NOON, when we rush for the hall. O is for OAKY, full of the dickens, and P for PERRINE, who is one of our chickens. Q stands for quiet and also for quick, but the first never happens unless we are sick. R is for RUTH, whose eyes are so brown, she makes the boys look when she goes through the town. S is for SIEBER, boss of the “High,” and T for THOMPSON, whose jokes make us cry. U for a Union of FRESHMEN, we think; United we stand, divided we sink. V is for VINCENT, a boy in our grade. When it comes to his Latin, we’re all in the shade. W is for WALLACE, the son of a doctor, who chums around with KENNETH PROCTOR. X stands for nothing we have in our class, so now this letter will have to pass. Y is a letter important, I’ll say, although it is YOUNG, much does it weigh. Z for zero, my mark, if by chance—over these pages O’BRIEN should glance. Sarah Klatsky (questioning Walter Woodhead as to his new girl)- “Does she call you honey?” Walter -“No, hut darn near it. She calls me old bees-wax.” Miss Gates—“What do you intend to be when you grow up?” Marion Straus—“A typewriter.” Miss Gates—“An Oliver or an Underwood?” A Good Reason. James Furhmann decided to learn how to play tennis but gave it up, saying that he did not care for the game as it made too much racket (racquet.) Noelle Likes Sailing with One Foot on the Ground. We understand that the following conversation took place between Noelle Williams and her mother during their trip via boat to Canada last summer when Noelle was indisposed most of the time. Mrs. Williams—“Come on deck quick, Noelle, we are passing a ship.” Noelle—“I dont want to see any ships; call me when we pass a tree.” A Flirt. Jane Wilkinson has a motor boat, It gives her so much joy. Every night she’s on the river Flirting with the boy (buoy.) 18

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Dot Sickles is getting very, very smart. She says it’s because her wisdom teeth are coming in. Oh! Well!! Five of the six girls on the girls’ basket ball team are Sophomores. Unluckily for us, Carolyn has gone, leaving a vacancy no one can fill. We will all miss her and hope that the same good fortune which first brought her to us will bring her back again soon. Miss Rippman told a Spanish Class not to keep looking at the clock. Well, they probably wanted to see if the clock DID ever move! Mrs. Crandall—“How would you number these four things?” F. Gray—“1-2-3-4.” John is surely having a terrible time trying to conquer his curls. We’re satis- fied as long as he doesn’t fix his hair like Decker’s. Say, where did Monroe get that laugh? Mrs. Kerr—“He planted a chair on the trap-door.” Donald Brower—“Did it grow?” The Meetings of the Ninth A Gnde. The first class meeting of the Nine-A grade was held on Tuesday, September the twenty-seventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-one. The following officers were elected: President, Alice Frey; Vice President, Dorothy Metzgar; Secretary, Janette Smock; Treasurer, James Furhmann. The class chose Yale blue and white for their colors. The second class meeting was held on Friday, October 7th, 1921. The class decided upon the first Monday in every month for their meetings, and upon ten cents a month for dues. A committee was appointed to draw up a class constitution. At the third meeting, on Monday, November 7th, 1921, the class constitution was read and adopted without any changes. The committee that drew up the constitution are as follows: Clarence Gray, Dorothy Morris, Hudson Hurley, Helen Brevoort and the President. Torrence Young and Clarence Gray were elected for the executive committee. Anna—“Did you see Mr. Watson down by the fence?” Elsie—“No, he was by the gates.” (Miss Gates.) 17

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The Round Table announces without fear of contradiction, that Class 8-A is one of good understanding. Note—Big feet in Mrs. Kuhn’s room. Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite Favorite» of 9-A Class. tree—Oaky, month—Juny. color—Brown, street—Wallace, avenue—Hudson, costume—Smock, grocer—Morris, doctor—Young, village—Allaire, flower—Rose, biblical story—Ruth. Question—Why is Wallace Wilson like the Morse code? Answer—Because he makes a dash after Dot. (.—). C. Oakerson—“You only kiss me when you want candy?” E. Compton—“Gracious, Oaky; isn’t that enough?” F. Kaiser—“Well, my dear; I’ve just had my life insured for five thousand dollars.” L. Hesse—“Oh, how sweet of you! Now I shan’t have to keep telling you to be careful every place you go.” It was a beautiful moon-light night and they were taking a stroll down the beach. J. Jervis—“Does the moon affect the tide?” G. Omestead—“No, dearest; only the untied.” Edwin McDermott’s Motto. Dont love a little girl lots, Love lots of girls a little. Does This Sound Familiar? Peggy O’Neil, my man, Margie and I were all by ourselves in the moonlight. Ain’t we got fun? He said, “Tell me why dear and I’ll come back to you in Tripoli and I will buy Alice a blue gown from the follies of 1921.” “Say it with music,” I replied. “Although Lena was the queen of Palestina, I’ve got a Bimbo down on the Bimbo Isles; and when the sweet lady smiles kiss me again, kiss me again,” he raged to Peggy. “Old Pal of mine, go feather your nest down by the camp fire bright,” answered Peggy. “I’ve got the wang, wang, blues from my old Kentucky home.” “You’d be surprised,” he said. “Oh me, oh my!” sighed Margie. “Oh, your caresses, dear, from my sweet little buttercup on the South Sea Isles,” he said, fondly looking at her picture. “Oh, well, Jack in the pulpit is still drinking rum, so let the rest of the world go by!” we chorused. 19