Throp High School - Hialitza Yearbook (Throp, WA)

Page 42 text:

JOKES-Continued Harley Burns all dressed 11p in brown. You never see his face whcn it wears a frown, Gaiser copped a fraternity pin When he went to school one day, But he came to Thorp not long ago And gave the thing away. Hark! Hark! The Seniors bark, The Freshmen are coming to schoolg Some will smile And some will rile And some will mind the rule. XVe have some very brightstuclents In our large Freshman Class. Altho there are some who are impudent The majority aren t given to sass. One day while in English class our crack German student, XVi1liam Helm began The Vision of Sir Launfal thus: Through many climes without a wail He spent his life for the Holy Grail. IMAGINE ff! Ctcil peaceful. Marshall not manieuring his finger nails. Jack a minister's son. Etta not fussed up. Esther without her pin. Pansy dancing. Mabel not giggling. Lettie shouting. Genevieve not taken for Geneva. Mildred a blonde. Nellie without Douglas. Roy not kidding the Freshman girls. Loyal flirting. Dorothy at school on time. Bruce with his Spanish lesson. Mr. Giberson six feet tall. Miss Zabel with red hair. Mr. Gaiser with a Freshman girl. Mrs. Newman with Bobbed hair. Last night as I lay a-sleeping A vision came to me, I dreamed I was a Senior No bigger than a flea. F. XV., '25. .-4 0...

Page 41 text:

Jokes Jackie was a giant XVho has lived all alone. But when he saw Miss Pygmie Pat He copped her for his own. William is a millers son, His pockets full of ryeg Every morn he comes to school XVith 1nill dust in his eye. XVhy should we Freshies Worry XVith NVillie at the helm, He's never in a hurry, But seeks a flowery realm. Harley- I almost had a conversation with Theresa today. Bruce- XVhat did she say? Harley- l'h-huh, Hu-huh. I'll take Thorp High, The best of schools, Where Freedom lives And reason rules. The business manager. while making a speech at a P. T. A. meeting, spoke thus: XVe shall have the pictures of the Seniors. Juniors. faculty and all other activities in the Annual. The High School faculty Are all pretty punk. They feed us up on poetry And all kinds of junk. Jack Snyder, our football star, He played all season without a scar, He went through the lines at break-neck speed, And to tackle him they never did succeed. There are Freshmen in this school, And they are wondrous wise, They jumped into Algebra And landed up to their eyes. There is Nellie Roan, so sedate, What you never want to do Is start a debate, For when Nellie: gets started You might as well quit. Because if you talk back She'll have a fit.

Page 43 text:

STYLES We hear the latest styles for men Are clothes to match the hairg VVe wonder what will happen then The Proff-will he dare? Heard in Spanish Class:: Asal, translate Rio de Janierof' Reply: River of-Oh, what it is? Our school is a great invention, The teachers get all the fame, The Student Body gets all the money And the Students all the blame. Mr. Gaiser's softest words, To Esthers ears, Are words of sweetest straing And his husky arms Around her neck, To him is it glad refrain. llruce, at Orchestra practice: Say, whose calf is that b Truman: Aw, tl1at's Floyd on the trombone. THE FHESIIMAN We are the Freshmen, meek and mild lVho never shall run wild. are greeng n The Seniors say that we Not even worth a bean. They imagine they're the How they strut and And then tl1ey spend our whole dern showg puff and blow, hard-earned dough And on themselves the honors do bestow. But, dear comrades, have no fear, For we are near To the end of our Freshman yearg So we'll shed a. tear On our Seniors dear, And give them a hearty cheer. r T. L. -41, awling? P.