Redemptorist High School - Almarre Yearbook (Kansas City, MO)

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W f t -, . .. 1.3 X lfw WHY I DON I' LIKE SCHOOL The reasons why I don't like school fill a tablet. The first and biggest is, I don't like to study. I would much rather eat candy, build caves, and play Indian and cowboy, but all the people older than me say I'll have to go until I'm sixteen or be a hobo. Well, the way I feel now I'll be a hobo or be going to school till I'm twenty-five or more. You see, even a tramp gets songs and rhymes made about him. and it must be fine to go traveling from town to town. But going to school isn't much fun. It's Robert, you're as slow as molassesg get your work doneg you'll be a good-for-nothing if you can't talk to folks and figure out things. School is all right for those who like it, but as for me every day I say, I wish I could find the fellow who invented it. ROBERT CUNNINGHAM, Third Grade. MARY'S PAL When I first saw my dog she was surely a dirty little puppy, because her mamma kept her in the furnace room. At first I did not think I would like her, but after she had a nice bath, she looked like another animal. She was as white as snow, with two brown ears that felt like velvet, a little brown spot on her back, and such a little bobbed tail, I could hardly find it. We named her Pal. One night she disappeared and was gone for three weeks. I prayed to St. Anthony to help me find her, and he clidg for one morning Pal walked into church during the eight o'clock mass, but she didn't stay there long, for someone took her out by the back of the neck. She is just full of tricks and always up to mischief. One day she tore a head of cabbage all over the dining room: another day she pulled a carton of eggs off the table and we had scrambled eggs all over the kitchen floor, but just the same, we love her better every day, and hope to keep her till she dies. MARY HUGH:-:s, Third Grade. A.--Have you anything for gray hair? B.-Nothing but the greatest respect. X. S.-He was driven to his grave. Y's.-Sure, he was: did you expect him to walk? NO-Why did God make Adam first? SO-I don't know, my lad, unless it was to give him a chance to say a few words. Old-Did you file those letters as I told you? New-I couldn't find a file, so I trimmed them with the scissors. T.-Can you give me a word like dangerous, meaning full of danger? P.-Yes, pious, full of pie. The thing that counts the most and costs the least is just a pleasant smile. One hundred four'

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' f'5E f u. is 1--- 1 L I I .I I THE STORY OF A PENCIL Once upon a time there was a large tree in the forest. Some men cut it down then sent it to the factory to be made into something useful. It ,was then cut into small pieces and a hole was made into them. Each piece was to be a pencil. It was painted blue and green and some lead was put in it. The pencils were bought by boys and girls to use in school. RICHARD BREEN, Second Grade. MY PLAYMATES I have many little playmates. They are nice little girls. I don't like the rough ones. The boys have a side of the yard and they make snowmen and the girls make snowhousesf - JANET CAULEY, Second Grade. MY BABY SISTER I like Mary Janet. She likes me. We always play together. She likes to get up on the chairs and run. I have some brick blocks. She likes to scatter them around the floor. DICK HADEN, Second Grade. ROB ROY My name is Rob Roy: Mamma says l'm a fine boy. I work and I play Many hours each-day. . For all work and no play - Would make Rob a dullilloy. Ros' Rov, Second Grade. jack, Jack! Wake up! I can't. I 5 I amn't asleep. . I The whale gets in trouble only when he begins to blow. After the supernatural gifts of God, there are no more precious things in life than loyalty and affection. Freshman-Could you tell me which hand should he used in stirring tea? Senior-My dear! Always use a spoon. What part of the body is the scrimmage? I don't know. Why? I heard that George Riordan was hurt in the scrimmage. One hundred five