Taunton High School - Journal Yearbook (Taunton, MA)

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THE JO URNAL E. Hubbard:-The tremulo of my knees during parade to the next Admiral. My hat to anyone who doesn't mind wearing a floor-mop. Kappa Phi Delta :-To the Kappa Phi Delta of '23, our ability to make money, and to get in and out of trouble, and our front seats in the Assembly Hall. D. Lahar:-To Dot Keith '23, my ability to convince teachers that A . Jlliller :- it is entirely unnecessary to report for discipline. My incomparable experience as a Ford mechanic to Mickey White '24, To Pop Walker '24,my many invitations to dine at a four o'clock tea. To Mr. K-p-r, my imported Mongolian tie. M. Oxnard:-To B. Knox '23, my ability to translate Virgil at sight Cwhen only I have done it the day before.D L. Phillips '--To McNelly '23, my private still and tobacco farm. M. Solmer:-To B. Teplow '23, my barbed-wire, self-dripping fountain pen. E. Slaples:-To those that are jealous, I gladly bequeath my extra- L. Teplow ordinary powers of talking much and saying little. '-To whoever has the nerve to take Trig. in the years to come, my ability to make Miss B-l-rd talk on any sub- ject except Trig. J. S. While:-My Ford to Miss S--, in order that she may get back for the afternoon sessions. M. Wienerl:YMy turquoise framed glasses to Mr. F-s-th. ---- . An alarm clock to Mr. K-p-r, in order that he may study the evolution of a psychological moment . B. Williamsz- My antipathy to chocolate-coveredparallelopipedonsn stufied with ice cream, to whoever may wish it. B. Young :-To L. MacAdam '23, my ability to dodge Winthrop Street lamp-posts at one A. M. Sunday mornings. To E. Swan '23, my drug store complexion. T. Club:-To the members of 23, two stacks of shingles before the next initiation. 62

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CLASS WILL E, the Class of 1922,confident of the fact that we shall soon gradu- ate, hereby revoke, cancel, and annul all previous wills and codicils and declare this to be our last will and testament. FIRST! To the class of 1925, we bequeath the unlimited use of the Lunch Room during recess periods. - SECOND! To the class of 1924, we leave our patrol wagon, clubs, swords, and other paraphernalia used in our police work. THIRD: To the class of 1923, our respected successors, we will our newly-built and well-constructed athletic field. PERSONAL BEQUESTS C. Anline:-My Elsie ' Smith to Scup Masterson '23, who needs plenty of practice. L. Brassell:-To Bub Hawkins, my position as leader of the Tweet Orchestra in 101. F. Cohen:-To Mr. W-lk-r, my intimate friendship with Velvet joe . K. Davol:-To any person sitting in Mr. W-lk-r's room, my shock absorbers which will probably be needed many times. To Harriet Warner '23, my excessive obesity. D. Day:-To R. Wicher '23, my girlish modesty. I. DeSousa:-My important position as library attendant, with my unsurpassed ability to provide eleventh-hour freshmen with short book reports, to Marguerite Tracy '23. Sergeant Dunn:-My well-tailored cadet suit to anyone who wishes to appear immodest. G. Coward 1-My pearl handled safety razor with the rubber blades to L. M. '23, providing he uses it daily. R. Hathaway:-My book entitled Debating Made Easy to the janitor. My season ticket to the discipline room to H. Hawkins '23. E. Hodges :-To the next pianist in semi-chorus, I leave my grandstand seat. 61

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J UST BETWEEN OURSELVES BERTHA VVILLIAMS RS. Burrs was a living danger sign, a veritable Stop, Look, and Listen with emphasis on the Lisien. In short, Mrs. Burrs was a gossip! Hev you heard? Hortense Yelle, sitting bolt upright in her customary chair, evidently had not, for she placidly continued to jab the point of an unsuspecting needle ata seemingly endless length of thread. Uva Dunn, fair, fat and forty, bent visibly nearer in mute appeal, and Eliza Primm, her dangerously spear-like scissors poised in mid-air, stared at the speaker in keen anticipation. Mrs. Burrs, apparently satisfied with the result of her query, eyed her devout followers with approval, selected a bonbon, and shyly proclaimed that she really didn't know asshe hed ought to tell it. just then the stately figure of Miss D. S. M. Van Percy appeared in the door-way, and the topic of the moment was laid aside until the aris- tocratic idol of the T. N. S. Welfare Society had been duly admired and made comfortable. Shortly after, Mrs. Burrs, herself, resumed the subject by demanding, VVhat do you think, Hortense? If you was me, would you tell it? Hortense, unfortunately, was deaf, and her only reply was a mild Eh? Mrs. Burrs did not repeat the question-it was unnecessary. For Miss D. S. M. Van Percy, after biting her lower lip with singularly white and even teeth-Van Percy teeth, the pride of generations-em couraged in her monotonously iambic, yet exceedingly admired tongue, I really don'i see 'why you shouldn't tell. It's-just between ourselves, you know! And Miss D. S. M's wishes were law. It really is hard to believe, an' I wouldn't repeat a word of it to anyone but you, a' course, but from wot Mrs. Maker tole me an' wot I see with my own eyes, I shud say I'm pretty well informed. Mrs. Burrs paused to impress the point, and no one showed the slightest sign of impatience. Mrs. Myra C. Burrs was not to be hurried! Dva Dunn settled her horn- rimmed spectacles more firmly on the bridge of her nose, and waited. Miss Van Percy cocked her head, birdlike, on one side, and decided on 21 peppermint. Hortense Yelle sewed calmly on! 63