Roanoke High School - Acorns Yearbook (Roanoke, VA)

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148 Qtcurns nf 33051110122 T917 Mr. Phelps: Mathematicians have been studying this formula for over two thousand years. Bruner: l-lave you been teaching Geometry that long? l-lornbarger: Miss Critz, can me and William go in your room? Miss Board fnoticing a window upD : Do any of you other girls feel a draft? Idon,t. . Rob. Stone: I don't either. Mr, McQuilkin fsuggesting a change in song books in chapel, : nl have in my hand a sample copy of a new song book and I will give you a few of the selectionsf, The school laughs and Mr. McQuilkin blushes. After winning the game at Marion, the Roanoke crowd was in one of Marion's drug stores. Just before we left for the station they played on the Victrola, 6'Farewell, dear friend, I love you so.', n The first day of school three of our Faculty came to school with a feeling of possessing something new-Mr. Parsons had his mustache, Mr. Beale his Maxwell, and Mr. Layman his wife. Mr. Phelps: All right, Miss B., we will take another look at your figure. Miss Johnston fexplaining apostrophe to classy: Now, suppose you entered a room in the dark and fell over a chair in passing, what would you say?,' ' Pupil: Why+l,d hate to sayf' . l-larry Smith was highly insulted because his picture had Kidfdl under it. Miss Critz fas she walks into the hall, quotingj : ul, who saw power, fmeeting Mr. I-lelbigj usee now love perfect, too. Payne solemnly remarked one morning last fall: The dampness during the summer seems to have sprouted a good many mustaches among the Faculty. Mr. Meissner: nl feel like laughing. Miss Meadows, go over there and see how high you can jump. Irwin Amos, looking in a mirror at herself, began singing, Pretty Baby. Pretty people never take a good picture, Amos says. I don,t usually take a good one.',

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1917 ?lcur115 uf Roanoke 147 Student in English: They say that Tennyson sometimes worked a whole afternoon on one line. Bright Student: That's nothing. I know a man who has been working eight years on one sentence. ' . Spalding: I just can't picture a person not knowing anything. Spangler: Did you ever look in a mirror? Mr. Beale: Payne, Where do all the insects go in the winter? Payne: You can search me! Mr. Layman f to John Carrl : John, you remind me of a Ford. John C.: Why? Mr. Layman: Because you are such a little car. Stevens: Mr. Phelps, I got this proposition in a round-about way.', Mr, Phelps: That's all right, it's a circle anyway. Miss Johnston, after explaining the force on a dam, explains the force on a stream. L. M.: 'sWell, Miss Johnston, is that the same theory as the dam theory? Student: I can't tell what you are trying to get at. ' Professor: Your knowledge. Mr. Helbig fin historyb : Now, Miss Gibbons, going further down the bill of fare to-day, tell us of the Diet of Worms. Layman f asking the origin of namesb : What is Layman ? Gettle: Ml-lebrewf' COverheard among the FacultyD Mr. Layman: I heard of another big real estate deal this morningf' ' Chorus of teachers: What?, Layman: A House of the Seven Gables sold for twenty-five cents. Sallie B. fat end of history classl : Mr. Layman, are you going to call on me to-morrow?', , Mr. Layman: I'm sorry, Miss Barksdale, I'm married now, but I'11 try to find some one to take my place. Miss Critz fin Shakespeare Classl : Minor, go out and come in again: you are a 'fool'.,'

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9I7 Qlcnrus uf1Kun11uke A Woman's Curiosity I wonder who those people are That live across the way, I wonder what their business is, And how they pass each day. I wonder who she is that lives Upon the upper Hoor, And if those children both are hers, If she he rich or poor. And who is she who always wears 'That deep-dyed crimson sacque, Whose face as pure as marble gleams 'Neath hair of raven black? And who is he with whitened locks? And who the maiden fair, With roses in her rounded cheeks, And sunlight in her hair? I wonder if I always will Go wondering on this way, Or shall I get acquainted, And know them all some day? Know who they are and what they have, And how they come to he The tenants of the house that stands Right opposite to me. And why-but there, I must arrange Inside that house to see, Oh, I shall die, I know I shall, Of curiosity. 'KATHLEEN PAINTE