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

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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

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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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JUNIOR HIGH NOTES. Editors: Beatrice Kell, Helen Tuthill, Wallace Wilson. The first meeting of the Freshman Class was held to change the class officers. The results were as follows: President, Noel Lartaud; Secretary, Jack Bailey; Treas- urer, Kenneth Dietz. Speaking of changes—the girls of our class turned out in full force at a recent class meeting to change our colors, indicating that they preferred purple and gold to orange and black. To settle all diplomatic disputes we would advise a rainbow design. The tempest roared. The ship appeared to be sinking. The captain with his own hands ignited the danger rockets. “Captain,” a tall, thin austere woman shrieked into his ear, “1 must protest. We are facing death. Surely this is no time for an extravagant celebration!” Mr. Wolbach—‘T studied French when I was twenty-two.” Bill O’Brien—“How long ago was that, Mr. Wolbach?” A rural Irishman named McCann, who was generally held to he something of a grouch, one evening met the parish priest in a lane. “Good evening, Malachi,” said the good father. “This is a fine moonlight night.” “That may be, your rev'rence,” said Malachi soberly, “hut it’s not tonight that we want the moon out—it's the dark nights.” Dark Doings. During any test in Miss Rippman’s first period Spanish class the rustle of pages (in Spanish books of course) and numerous whispers may he heard throughout the room. Several seats have been changed in Miss Johnson’s seventh and eighth period bookkeeping class. We wonder why. Upon Mrs. Crandall’s arrival in commercial geography class seats have been seen gently sliding over and about the room. NOW should anyone walk into room 30, sixth period, he would see absolute peace and quietness??? Mrs. Crandall—“Mr. Weisman, why is milk not put in cold storage?” Morris W.—“Because cows aren’t like chickens.” Love is like an onion, We eat it with delight; But when it’s gone, we wonder What ever made us bite. First Soph.—“What is the technical word for snoring?” Second Soph.—“Sheet music.” Our idea of a fast “guy”—One who can blow out the lamp and be in bed before it is dark. Our idea of a lazy “guy”—One who will get up at 5:00 o’clock so as to have more time to loaf. Elsie Perrine inquiring as to a new girl in her class. Elsie—“She comes from a respectable family, doesn’t she?” Sylvia—“Oh, the family is respectable enough!” 20