St Johns High School - Blue Devil Yearbook (Darlington, SC)

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Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, Vivian kept her tresses for a while. But she bobbed her hair. And it's shingled in the rear, For she would rather be dead than not in style. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, I fear the girls will drive poor Walter insane. For he has tried them all. And got many a hard fall, And he says each time he'll never try again. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, Bill Howard's got a girl down in Winona, Because she lives so far. When he can't get his Dad's car, He has to satisfy himself arid phone her. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, On Carroll's rosy face a smile is seen. For this there is no cure. And it is there for sure. When he's with a certain girl, Oline. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, Annie Lee is often seen with a grin. But when she's feeling mad. Don't try to make her glad, 'Cause you can't do it, but a young Boykin. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Helen Evans heart ever turns. But upon my life, I believe she'll be the wife. Of a guy in Greenville, whose name is Jimmy Burns. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, If you walk with Carrie you'll never have the blues, She'll keep you laughing some, For she's always full of fun, And has a natural knack of knowing all the news. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Do you know the girl whose name is Emma Jean? She plays her violin. Is not interested in men. And never speaks in school from 9 till 2:15. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, Kimory Stanley has a little Fordmobile, When he gets off from his work. He gives the crank a jerk. Heading for the country and fair Lucile. Twenty-Eight

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Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Emmett England saul you must sit tight, You mustn't move a wink. In fact, you can hardly think. If you ever expect to land a small Boatwright. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Eleanor and Virginia vamp the young country swains. For they are two pretty Flowers, With a mono ply on rural bowers, Is that so, Mr. Miller? Certainly, Mr. Gaines. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, It seems to me that Jessie for one so young. Should be seen and not heard. But she's like a mocking bird. And it seems she simply cannot hold her tongue. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, The charms of one girl are past belief. She is tall and very fair. Blue eyes and curly hair, I'm speaking of, my friend, Pauline Moncrief. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, James Coggeshall says he doesn't like girls very much. Says he'd rather blow his horn. But he plays a tune forlorn. When with young Mary Gibson he gets in Dutch. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, They say that Dixon Broivn has shown no love. But I'm sure he's fond of birds For I heard him say these words, “I can't decide between a Parrott or a Dove.” Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, Novice is no novice while driving her machine, For she knows to give it gas, When she wishes to go fast. And to stop it when she's out of gasoline. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Leslie's record with pride I unfurl. He isn't at all shy. You may think this is a lie. But he has never been vamped by any girl. Twenty-Seven

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Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Wistaria and Mary cast many a vampish glance. And as sure as I’m alive, I know that they would thrive. But they stick so close together the boys don I have a chance Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, Poor Wallace is a boy who is very quaint. He's shy as a deer. For girls he doesn't care, Aiul where they are, young Wallace ain't. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Emma Rhodes and Edna Stokes are always quiet. They know just when to speak. Which is only once a week. They know how to hold their tongues and profit by it Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller, What if all knew as much as Elizabeth Gray? Then our class would be just fine, Oh, my, how it would shine, Absolutely, Mr. Miller—That’s just what I was going to say. Oh, Mr. Gaines, Oh, Mr. Gaines, Pauline Dove has a voice very strong, She’s our cheer leader. At the games we always need'er, And when she yells, she's heard above the throng. Oh, Mr. Miller, Oh, Mr. Miller Broadus Vaughan is quite a reckless lad, He always makes us dizzy. Whizzing by in his Tin-Lizzie, And it seems to make all pedestrians mad. Oh, Mr. Daniel, Oh, Mr. Daniel, I see the people here are very sad, For they have had enough Of this extremely silly stuff, I know that there are some completely mad. Oh, Mr. Milling, Oh, Mr. Milling, To stop this nonsense I am quite willing. For this I certainly know, They can stand no more, Absolutely, Mr. Daniel? Positively, Mr. Milling. —LAURENS MILLING —DIXON DANIEL T wenty-Nine