Schenectady High School - Shucis Yearbook (Schenectady, NY)

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3111 illlvmnriam - Ehmarh Glrahan Eiril G9i'1nh2r 1, 1913 Erwin Glnnna Bieh Eeremher 24, 1518

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Class Statistics Number in Class-51 Number Married-2 feach otherj Number of Sharks-02M Number of Boneheads-23 Tallest Girl-Helena Kilb Shortest Girl-Stetson Bosworth Cutest Girl-fopen to competitionj Cutest Boy-Eddy Naylon Number of W. W. Cwild womenj-3 Number of Blondes4fwithout peroxidej-8 Number of Blondes-fwith peroxide,-P Class Flirt-'cBee Caricoff Class Grind-John Henry Fort - Prettiest Girl-fThe author doesn't care to die yetj Class Gossip-Helen Knight Mamais Boy- Toni, Reeves Papa's Girl-Leona Norton Class Hot.Air Pipe-George Wilsoil Best Dancer-.Alan Truax As the humble Frosh sees it: Jack Spratt could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean, And so between them both, They licked the platter clean. Ah! But the Senior: Jacques Spratt possessed none of the capacity to consume adipose for the purpose of appeasing the craving for nutrition, His correlative inclined not to assuage her appetite with tabid alburninous, Thus betwixt the espoused ones, The platter was freed from foreign, pernicious substances by the employ- ment of the lingual ribbon. 9

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The Cookey Dutchman I slid from my bed, pushed back the window draperies and leaned out into that fairy-made morning. The sunshine poured down in a warm intoxicating, golden flood from a clear, blue heaven, Hecked only here and there with a feathery white cloud. The little birds, throats vibrated with their songs as they dipped and darted, skimmed and drifted thru the Hower scented air. The leaves hummed pretty tunes as they whispered above me. Something in the air told me this was cookey day. Along with the scent of summer flowers came a crisp, fresh, warm, ginger smell. I dressed hastily and descended to the kitchen. In a pan on the table lay a well baked Dutchman, much bedecked and floured. I lifted him, not without burning my fingers and was about to make breakfast of him, when the terrified expression on his queer little face forced me to lay him down again. At that, he smiled faintly and his former ginger color came again to his face. It seemed strange for a cookey man to fear lieing eaten. He was a typical little Hollander with round eyes and bobbed hair. His straight little blouse and full trousers were elaborately decorated with knife cut embroidery and raisin buttons. He wore such great wooden shoes that I felt sure, had I eaten him, I would have suffered of indigestion. So, I left him, flat on his straight little back, with his color fast returning and a pleasing, beaming smile upon his face. Late that morning, as I sat mending stockings out in the orchard, little Janey came running to me, with the little Dutchman clenched in her tiny fist. He was smiling happily, and as she ate him, bit by bit, his smile only grew the broader, until even that was gone. Then I saw why he had looked so, at me. He was Janey's Dutchman only. He was not made for me! ' -R. D. W., Jan., '19, She: '6Last night Jack Qfictitious name, of coursej tried to put his arm around me three times. Second She: Some arm P, 11