Scottsburg High School - Reveille Yearbook (Scottsburg, IN)

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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

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19 THE REVJEHJTJLE 1 S SllMGOLlJ. This is the biggest wish on record and one made by several well-known boys of the high school: I wish I had a million ship loads of cambrie needles worn to the eyes from sowing up the sacks to hold the interest on my money. B I G RENVA R ll. NVe hereby offer a copy of the Rlcyllzllmii: for the arerst of the person who said it would be easy to find 10,000 good jokes. XVe pronnse the offender a rosewood coffin if he will show up. Signed: The Editors of the Rlcvl-:11.1.l4:. lfl. A. GIAIDIBN--YOS. l've smoked grape-vine. eoiyfee, mullcn, eubebs. corn silks. leaves and lmggy whips. l R.xNk 3illi'l.AlN--.llilS Max l'lark any artistic ability HARI. RICHARD--The only thing I ever haw him draw was a cork. The calves are grazing on 1ny legs. The corns are growing on my toesg But why the hair don 't grow on Morrison 's head nobody knows. WHICRE MY MONEY GOES BUCK-fl21IllOlS, Uookls, cigars. l,lilNI'lAS-Slllllltlj' School collection. Qs cus s I ? li S as llllllll iillllb Im limp., ' Il Q uf 1 s,,,kiv-4' ll All LY .7-5 ,.1!!.'t: S Swllllf W X Q5 ff H uw .xy 5l4uv1.Lrq, CARRYING suuow, anal. usa G E FIFTY-FIVE 1 l'1,ARK11f:-Gi1'ls. RICHARD-B00liS. .lhlIL1.l'IR-GI'21llg.I0l', cut plug. BONICS--S00llli' Theatre. Doo-l 'hewing gum. Mf'l'osK1+1x'-Soap. JOHN-Pork and beans. BRIDGIWI'-Sl'l0l' shines. PRo1f1cssoR CRAIG-If we knew. There are some fellows in school, They think they are wondrous wiscg They think they are good at making dates, And even at making eyes. But when they leave the S. H. S.. The paths of fame to tread. They 'll find 'twas all an accident, They've merely been miss-led. Silently. one by one, in the infinite Books of the teachers, Blossoms the neat little zeros- The forget-me-nots of the Seniors.