Salisbury University - Evergreen Yearbook (Salisbury, MD)

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or not, but it seems to me somebody did. we had two beauties and one intelligent (maybe a few more) mixed with the bramble: kathylee pusey, may queen; harry me cann, queen ' s escort; carroll speck, most literary student in school, how could i forget those woe-begone pictures of the student conference, pyramids, hand-stands, blue danube waltz, and parallel-bar feats! although my scraps said no more about student con¬ ferences, i distinctly recall that we had one each of the four years i at¬ tended s. t. c. do i distinctly remember also that while we were prac¬ ticing for one of the things i fell off the top tier of a shapely pyramid? ah, yes! four of those performances, but they were such fun. as two- year-olds we seem to have done our bit. ah, but how queer reminiscing is; sometimes you ' re sad and some¬ times you ' re not. with a sigh and a they were the good old days, i turned the page to a group of somewhat faded pictures and yellowed clippings, recalling events of my junior year, the first picture that i noticed was of a young man with a smile spread from ear to ear, and as i scratched my head trying to figure out the name to go with that in¬ fectious grin i saw in one corner the neatly-printed letters, champ. then i remembered that this same champ was the dr. william champlin, famous history instructor at aristotle college, and that during the summer of ' 38 had hopped off into connubial bliss, but that ' s the way of all flesh! .... observation!!! where in the world did i ever hear that word? how silly of me, why of course observation, then teaching; then teaching and observation, with a smattering of conference thrown in. Those carry¬ ings-on were just as essential to our school diet during those last two years, as ham is to eggs, observation decorated the top of a poem, then ran on— sitting on a camp stool thinking thoughts so deep feeling like a pack mule trying not to sleep, etc., — poet c. I. e. little spurts of thoughts come back now—teaching in campus school, pinehurst, princess anne, wicomico high, east Salisbury, all those rides to and fro, tacks in seats, fights on school grounds, flat tires, and pasting columbus on a poster. . . . three or four clips back on a step was the may queen of ' 38 chosen from my mafes, and here again in ' 39 was the may queen, an d pretty, too, chosen again from my class, she was eleanor bosse then, and is now mrs. waiter . . . somebody . . . yes, and the ' 40 may queen was also from our class, believe it or not it was doris lee elliott, one worthy of the title, oh, i do wish school were six years long instead of four years short for there is so little time . . . all the memoirs of the last few pages seemed to have been blurred by snow (except those concerning teaching, about which i ' ve already discoursed, and which were not cold with snow but often hot with argument.) the weather man last week said we haven’t had so much d 28}»

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snow since 1939-40, i figure the snow belonged on those pages, the last two or three items were . . . well, don ' t ask me to talk too mu ch about them, may day, graduation, parting and . . . i ' d rather just stop here, for those last few weeks—oh, i remember well—dripped right away just like tallow from a candle and left only ashes that are such sweet memories. name ess BOBBY LOCKERMAN squeezed a lemon, the juice of which dropped on his graham cracker so that he had to remove it with libby ' s fruit juice, but the price of bathing powells were on the in-kline so he could not wipe all the dot away, imogene! what trouble he had with bosse helen adkins who insisted that she knew a method not so savage, bobby, who was quite a mac mahan when aroused, started to fight. in a stew, helen put on her boots and fought like a champ, she got a half-nelson on bob anna toe hold too. after tossing him as high as the celia-ing, she dabbed on a drop of lady esther and made davis and jones whetzel and comb her hair so that she ' d be more like cleopatra when she met her hick-man who worked at the auto agency.