Robb Township High School - Hoosier Posey Yearbook (Poseyville, IN)

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Apologies To Lincoln Three years and nine months ago the students of the Freshman Class brought forth upon the assembly, a new class, conceived in ignor- ance and dedicated to the proposition that all studies are useless and we know more than the authors. We are now engaged in a great civil war between Seniors and Juniors testing whether rubber bands or erasers are the best missile for warfare. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We are met to dedi- cate a. portion of this playground as the final resting place of those who gave their last ounce of wisdom trying to decipher the answers on their notes. But in a large sense we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave men living and those who ought to be dead have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, yet it can not forget what we threw here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated to the Physical Science tests before us that from these who ought to be dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave their last full measure of knowledgeg and here we highly resolve that this school, under Mr. Hendrickson, shall have a new birth of education, and the govern- ment of the students, by the students, and for the students, shall not perish from the curriculum. SENIOR STAFF Jokes Charity Helper: Would you give 10c to help the Old Ladies Home? Ivan Crabtree: What! Are they out again? The ones who think our jokes are poor Would surely change their views, Could they compare the jokes we print With the ones we do refuse. Jim Rutledge: I can go with any girl in school. Eugene Saxe: Yes, but will any go with you? Doc Paul: Where were you with the car last night? David: Oh, just riding around with some of the boys. Doc Paul: Well, you better return this vanity case to the boy who left it in the car. There is meter in poetry, There is meter in tone, But the best way to meter Is to met'er alone.

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4 Jokes Yvonne: He doesn't have good judgement. Don Rumble: Why do you say I don't have good judgement? Margaret: Because you have such a good opinion of yourself. Mrs. Adams: Robert, have you read your lesson today ? Robert: No. Mrs. Adams: Did you read yesterday's ? Robert: No. Mrs. Adams: Well, what have you read ? Robert: Hain Bonnie: Did you know Jim Zenthoefer talks in his sleep? Betty: No, does he? Bonnie: Yes, he recited in class this morning. Joe Reynolds: See that center fielder out there? Myrna: Yes, Joe: I think he's going to be our best man next year. Myrna: Oh, Joe, this is so sudden! Sergeant: Jump, Willis ! Lieutenant Willis: How deep is it? Sergeant: Only 3 feet. Lieutenant Willis: Blub! Blub! Blub! Dixie: I wish I could rearrange the alphabet. Richard: Why ? Dixie: So I could put U and I together. Mr. Weir: When do the leaves begin to turn ? Charlie: The night before exams. Susie M.: The last time I sang my voice fell on a thousand ears. Alta Fay: Where was that? Susie M.: In a cornfieldf' Mrs. Adams: fAt cafeteria, looking in cup of coffeej It looks like rain today, doesn't it, Gilbert ? Gilbert: CLooking at Coffeeb Yes, but it smells like coffee. Freshman Girl: I simply can't adjust my curriculum. Freshman Boy: That's all right, it doesn't show anyway. Silly little Freshmen, Trying hard to learn: Needn't learn the fire drill, You're too green to burn!