Sauquoit Valley Central High School - Saghdaquadah Yearbook (Sauquoit, NY)

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55537 page twenty-six P f'V' C 4- 461141184 8f1.own'4 WMA Sicily NINE O'CLOCK IN SPRUCEVILLEf Time for the men of Spruceville to gather in Black jack's barroom. Let's look in upon the merry group. A number of villagers are at the bar. Several farmers occupy a table in one corner of the room. Empty beer glasses stand on this table. One of the farmers seems to be talking a great deal, who is he? Oh! I know. He's Hiram Perkins, probably at his usual story-telling. Let's listen to him. Hiram clears his throat and begins: Well, I guess I'll tell you boys about Pat, my bull. I betcha he can run two hundred miles an hour. He's a fast runner -that fellow is. I keep him in a pasture out by the tracks. When he hears a train coming down the tracks, he'll run down to meet that train. Then that bull will race the train, and every time he reaches the end of the pasture before the train does. He'll outrun any automobile you ever saw. Let me tell you-that bull can run. The story ended there for Hiram was called out. Let's visit his farm a day or two after this story-telling. He was doing chores when he spied two farmers coming down the road. Hiram knew that they remembered his story and were coming to see his remark- able bull. In a panic he called to his wife, Eliza, I told those farmers coming down the road a crazy story about the fast speed at which my bull can travel, and now they have come to see him. What can I do ? His wife replied, Donlt worry. You just leave the matter to me. I'll take care of it, but you hurry into the house and out of sight. Hiram, only too thankful, went inside while his wife went to the gate to meet the farmers. When they asked for Hiram, she told them that he had gone to California. They asked when he had gone and when he was coming back. She said, He went this afternoon, and he is coming back tomorrow morning. The farmers gasped and said, He can't be back that soonf, She answered, Oh, yes, he can, Hiram rode his bull. 7fze Jlunifiman WHENEVER and wherever hunters, fishermen, or other sportsmen get together, there is always told this tale of the mighty huntsman, whom, for short, we will call Weasel',. Once upon a time, Weasel went hunting-deer hunting, to be more specific. He tramped for miles and miles and miles with no luck. Suddenly he neared the edge of a woods. In the dim twilight of late autumn, he could see on the ground the unmistakable footprints of a deer! With hands that were trembling and a heart that was beating wildly, our hero approached his quarry. On the other side of the woods a huge horned animal was slowly browsing on the parched grass. Our hero advanced cautiously. He aimed! He fired! From the other side of the woods there was a terrible threshing and a low, mournful moo-moo . Alas and alack! Our hero had shot a cow! . But don't give up, Coach! We all wish you better luck next time.

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fl-V-C+ J! Miss Cassidy: What does tense mean? A Junior: Cloth houses we live in. Q Q Q Miss Gill: Give me a sentence containing an indirect object. Jimmie D.: Give me a kiss. Miss Gill: Now give me another one. Jimmie D.: An indirect object or a kiss? Q Q Q Bill Hartmann Clooking at report cardD: I'm as famous as,George Washington. Mrs. Hartmann: Why? Bill: I went down in history. 'I Q Q Stanley B.: Ma, I can't see a thing! Mrs. B. Cvery frightenedD: What's the matter? Stanley: I've got my eyes closed. Q 1' Q John T.: Mother, I don't feel well. Mrs. T.: Where, sonny? John T.: In school. Q Q Q Mr. Terns: What is the tactful way for a girl's father to let her boy friend know when it is time to go home? Coach: He might casually pass through the room with a box of breakfast food. Q Q Q Miss Evans: You missed my class yesterday, didn't you? P. Howlett: Not in the least, not in the least. Q 1' Q Mrs. P.ichard: Can you tell me in which battle Lee was killed? Louis Smith: I think it was his last. i i Q N. Pashley: Hello, Stan, are you fishing? S. Briggs: No, I'm just drowning some worms. Q I' Q L. Gaff: My girl friend is temperamental. F. Guido: Yes, I know what you mean-99W tempera- ment and lik mental. Q Q Q L. Smith: See that boy over there annoying Mary Jones? G. Green: Why, he isn't even looking at her. L. Smith: That is what's annoying her. Q Q Q Miss Cassidy: What's the idea of coming to school with your hair all mussed up? J. Tinker: No comb, ma'm. Miss C.: Well, why didn't you use your dad's comb? J. Tinker: No hair, ma'm. Q Q Q Robert Smith: I just got a swell job at the bakery. F. Swan: What do you do? Bob: I'm the chief loafer. Q Q 1' Irene Howd: Last night I dreamed that I was in heaven. St. Peter was giving me chalk to write my sins on Golden Stairs. All of a sudden I saw you. Carol P.: You did! What was I doing? Irene: Coming back for more chalk. Tom O'Neil: Why are you yelling in that mail box? G. Taylor: I'm taking a correspondence school course in Cheerleading, and I want to see if I pass the test. Q Q Q Jr. Castle: What are you doing? M. Mayton: I'm writing a letter to myself. Jr.: What's in it? Martin: How should I know? I won't get it until the day after tomorrow. an aa av J. Jordon: Who gave you that black eye? J. Donahue: Nobody. I had to fight for it. Q Q Q Mae Jones: When I was born in England they shot off a cannon. B. Bullard: Too bad that they missed. if Q 1' WHAT, HIS BROW FURROWED? Farmer: I thought you said you had plowed that back quarter. ' Hired Hand: No, I said I was thinking of plowing it. Farmer: Oh, I see, you turned it over in your mind! Q Q Q SO DID HE A stout man emerged from a subway station, tripped over a street cleaner's brush, left standing near the en- trance, and fell flat. As he picked himself up and looked around hastily to see if there were any witnesses, his eyes encountered a large tooth-paste advertisement which read: Comes out of the tube and Lies Flat on the Brush. Q Q Q STRANGE DEATH A boy, taking an examination in history, handed in the following: General Braddock was killed in the Revo- lutionary War. He had three horses shot under him, and a fourth went through his clothes. Q Q Q RIDDLES Q. What holds the moon in place? A. Moonbeams. Q Q Q Q. Why is a schoolroom like a car? A. It has a crank in front and a lot of little nuts behind. Q Q Q Q. What most resembles a half of a pumpkin? A. The other half. Q Q Q Q. What is worse than a giraffe with a sore throat? A. A centipede with chillblains. Q Q Q Q. When does a sailor take up the least room on board ship? A. When he sleeps on his watch. 1' Q Q Q. Who flirts with the mermaids? A. The swells of the ocean. Q Q Q Q. After a goat is six years of age, what is he? A. Seven years of age. 1: 1- t Luke has it before, Paul has it behind. Matthew never has it, and all girls have it once, while boys never have it. Mrs. Mulligan has it twice and Dr. Lowell has it twice as bad behind as before. What is it? The letter L. page twenty five

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PI-V-C+ 14Q'aeaZ'14mmahaa7Ufxo-mfrqfmbze UNDOUBTEDLY every American citizen admires at least one of the great leaders of our democratic clan. I, like other citizens, admire one of these great leaders of our nation. Of late, my admiration has been cast upon Thomas E. Dewey, Chief District Attorney of New York City and former candidate for Governor of New York State. Until his great exploit in trying to diminish the overwhelming power of the racketeering enterprise, Mr. Dewey was practically unknown to me. Reading articles concerning his forceful and successful crushing of the underworld racketeers in New York made me fully realize the value of what he is doing to help make America a better place in which to live. In addition to his undermining of racketeering forces, Mr. Dewey has been making an attempt to urge the American people to a better democracy. It is obvious that he is trying to assist the American citizens collectively rather than the group of egoists who call themselves honest politicians . These efforts of Mr. Dewey provide reason enough for me to admire this great American immensely. -Doius SMITH. ww napa Uwe vw, sazmz THIS DAY AND AGE seems to be a period when everyone in our country takes his blessings and privileges for granted and does not realize that he owes thanks for them. If such an attitude is common among adults, who can criticize young high school pupils for being of the same mind? It is only too true that high school children do take all that is given them and do not return thanks. If they are not grateful for their many advantages, how can one expect them to realize that they owe much to the school which they attend. It is on this idea that I wish to write. I should like to make high school pupils understand just what they do owe their school. I think that, first and foremost, children owe their school loyalty. This loyalty will require their keeping their school in mind always and their rendering it any possible service at any time. This loyalty will demand, too, that they always speak well of their school and never say anything unkind or untrue of it because they have been displeased as a result of some trifling matter. Loyalty means also that the pupils live up to what their school expects of them. It means that they do their best in work after graduation or in continuing their education. Pupils also owe their school work-good hard work. Why shouldn't they owe their best mental efforts when school gives them education, health betterment, recreation, social contacts, and an opportunity to become worthwhile? Pupils owe their school this idea of work even after they have left school. If they do not work for mankind, they will not be following the principle taught them while they were attending school. -REGINA ALLEN. Q44 page twenty-seven