Scottsburg High School - Reveille Yearbook (Scottsburg, IN)

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IIS THR REVRIILLR a l CLASSIFIED ADS WANTED: Just one Inore girl. EARL RICKARD. LOST: Nerve. FRANK lwlCf'I.AIN. NOTICE: The guy that swiped my fountain pen from my desk is known and had better return same before I start something. FRANK JONES. LOST, STRAYED OR STOLEN : One perfectly good head when in working order. Please return to DIARY NUNAMAKER. WANTED: More space in the assembly room for my feet. MAX CLARK. WANTED: A guardian. INZA CARTER. ' WANTED: Height reducer. LEONA HIGDON. WANTED: The girls to leave me alone. LELAND IIIONTGOMERY. LOST: One good stand-in with the faeulty. SENIOR B. C. FOR SALE: Five gross of outside reading books. SENIOR E. REWARD: A liberal reward will be paid to anyone finding any heat iII the high sehool building when needed. THE STUDENTS. VVANTED: The priee of flour or powder to come down. ANGIE BLUNT. LOST: Nothing but time during music periods. MARY NUNAMAKKPIR. - LOST: Our best basket-ball player. COACH CRAIG. FOUND: It hard to leave sehool without being caught. MIIRI. BRIDGEXVATER. INFORMATION: Information as to how the sehool will get along without me. LEAH GLADSTINE. FOR SALE: A heart that has only been broken once. RUSSEL HARDY. FOR SALE: A slightly used set of books. BEATRICE RINGOLD. LOST, STRAYED OR STOLEN: Pages out of my books after exam's. AGNES BENNETT. WANTED: Information as how to get next to myself. EARLINE HOUGHLAND. WANTED: Someone to tell a tale I ean't beat. LESTER HOBBS. WANTED: Some -place to stretch. HAROLD HOUGHLAND. LOST: A skirt. BERTIIA HORNPZR. VVANTED: A janitor. Apply to SCHOOL BOARD. LOST: A green girl 's poeketbook. PROF. CRAIG. fi I PAGE FIFTY-T'VVO

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lie THE REVEHLLE a l The following was Mr. Craig's opening address at the beginning of the school year, as it was taken down by a Freshman: My friendsf' he began bravely, without looking at his notes, Hthe school- wark is the bulkhouse of civilization-that is, ha, ha,-I mean, the bulkhouse is the schoolwark of civ- Very much disturbed, he took out his nose and blew his handkerchief. He began again: The workhouse is the bulschool of-H He began to feel that perhaps he was twisted somehow. The schoolbul is the housework - Mopping his teeth and gritting his perspiration, he made a fresh start: The school house, my friends,'- Ah. at last! Profesor Craig was himself again. He gazed confidently around at his audience and sercnely bit off a fresh chew.-' ' is the woolbark ' '- f'lutching his eyes and rolling his hair, he lost consciousness and fell with a sickening thud to the floor. fAnd all was silent.j PROFI-ZSSOR GLADDICN-Wvhdl is worse than a man without a country? FRANK Mf'l'1,A1N-A country without a man. There is a hole in the bottom of the sea, And I feel that it's the place for me, For I have tlunked! Oh, how I have Hunked! Say, I wish the ywould pass a chap on fifty-three. Tobacco is a dirty weed. I like it. It satisfies no normal need. I like it. ' It makes you thin, it makes you lean, lt takes the hair right off your bean. It's the dirtiest stuff I have ever seen. I like it. My son, said a father, impressively, suppose I should be taken away suddenly, what would become of you? HWhy, said the son, irreverently, lid stay here, the question is, what would become of you E. A. GLADDNE Cin Physical Geographyj--Did you ever read Around the Wo1'ld in Eighty Days '? RUSSPIL HARDY-No, but I have read t'Through Missouri on a Mule . I PAGE FIFTY-FOUR .fn-'v