Roanoke High School - Acorns Yearbook (Roanoke, VA)

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Seniors' 'lmctionary Affection-Link between Nina and f'SnookS. Bell-Producer of times, heard every forty minutes. Crush-Dream among schoolgirls. Demerits-Unknown at R. H. S. Eat-Verbvwhich will take any old noun. Feast-Sandwiches, pickles, olives, and cake. Gum-Mouth-mover. i Hymns QHimsj-That which makes the girls rejoice It-Elizabeth Marvel. Joker-Jim. Kiss-Unclefmable. Language-Heard only during class. Mail-Derived from male. Novel-Generally read in study hall. Old-A characteristic of the teachers. Pony-The only Way to gain fame. Quarrel-A frequent occurrence at class meetings. Race-Getting to school on time. Study Hall-A haven of unrest. Trade-Exchanging of lunches. University-l'Nuff Sedf' Variety-Good reasons for borrowing. Waist-That which makes the arm go 'round X Y Z-Continued in our next edition. ll8

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if 1 Mu 7151 2 was lxmgl , N ' 'uw' Almaty! A Q A ' 1 H... ,lg M Fx X ha' Mlss CRITZ . .. M1ss BOARD . . . MR. TURNER .. Miss NlABRY .. MR. FINDLAY . . Miss LONDON .. MR. PARSONS . . . MR. PHELPS . . . Miss FUNKHOUSER MR. BEAL13 ...... MR. LfxYM.xN . . . Miss LOVELACE . . MR. MCQUILKIN I am the sun. Vlfhat a spend-thrift she is Of her tongue. And still he bore Without abuse. The grand Old name Of gentleman. Divinely tall and most divinely fair. Ay there's the rub. A rosebud set with little wilful thorns. A smile angelic, a lOOk divine. l-le Wears the mark of many years well spent. Qi virtue, truth Well tried and wise experience Tiniid as a bird, The lOve Of lads like fire and fads. ls soon in and sOOn Out. Men and melOns are hard to know. Her eyes are homes Of silent prayer. He was not of an age but for all time. 117

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School 'lines Lines to a Latin Grammar Oh! speak not its name, let it sleep in the dust On the high attic shelf 'neath the dirt and the mustg Loud, joyous, and free be the shout that we give, For now that it's gone we'll merrily live. Lines to an Algebra Lines to a Drinking Fountain Accursed beast be-gone, be-gone Blessed Fountain gently How Youlve weighed me down over long Dispencer of the H20 But I'm free from you at last Your nectar is more line No longer my sleep can you blast. Than the best Canary wine. Lines to the Laboratory Rankest place of compound stinks That is what you are, methinks, Witli your villainous disulphide You'll drive me to suicide. Lines to a Teacher You who train the infant mind Witli glory should your path be lined, You store our heads with W'ell's and Long And then you send us hiking on. Lines to the Library Lines to the Roof Garden Thou art a dukedom of learning Far above the rushing crowds To teach the art of right discerning lu your lap among the clouds VVith your books of wit and knowledge Many hours have I let You are quite a little college. Myself enjoy a cigarrette. Lines to a Student Cram your head 'til it's bursting, For after learning you are thirsting But this rememberg that in school or college There is more than mere book knowledge. PETER PUNK. ll9