Townsend Harris High School - Crimson Gold Yearbook (Flushing, NY)

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NINETEEN-THIRTEEN-FQURTEEN 99 Favorite Tune in the Lunchroom On the Trail of the Xvl'lOlCSO1l16 Pie Filling Space This is no Drydonian heroic couplet, but, An insigniiicant, thoughtless poem, ridiculous and rankg Its object is not to untold great hidden meanings, but, 'lo hll this paper white, which would have otherwise been blank Our Own Studentis Dictionary A Ten -An imaginary quantity which is never seen in a teacher s marking book. A Zero -The only part of 'a ten a student acquiring. usually succeeds in Chalk-A whitish substance, used as missiles for Hinging about the 1'OO1'1'1. Babies-Lively little creatures peculiarly gifted in the art of know ing just what page to tear out of your math. book. Mr. Archibald Yandivere O'Clankenboss-would you call him a man of letters? No Wonder! The day was clear and sunny, The breeze so fresh and fairg And every thing Cas Milton saysj Seemed blithe and debonair. , But. oh! ye gods and ish cakes! How desolate seemed the schoolg Not a soul was on the campus, In the alcove, gym or pool. The rooms were all deserted In Townsend Harris Hall, But the air 'round Jasper Oval Rang out with cry, Play Ball! If Conan Doyle received S2 a word for one o then what were XVilliam's Wfordsworth? f his short stories

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98 gi THE HARRIS ANNUAL ar eeivsgv . 5 f Q 3? CJK If .' I 2 ' .fJ?'S1 4 HW l ' ' Jlflhi.-, IX t 9 e ml 4 , ,i5vfA1z 14 I . ,Y I 'W nf Ief XYith joy and happiness and cheer Comes the glad time of the year: Robing with blossoms each leailess tree lfontinue this fanciful poetryjf Covering' hill and dale and bluit, XX'ith Kohl some more of this junk and stuffg For what's the use of scratchin' the pen 'llout things which were written again and again? XVhen all we want to express, you see, Is that Spring is here, and so are wel. This Really Happened Qlf It Didn't it Ought Toj l'hysiologg'y 'l'cacher-How many bones have you in your body. Victim-362. Physiology Teacher-XVrong-360. Victim-I know, but I swallowed two hsh bones yesterday. Curtain. T. H. H. Epitaphs Here lies the body of Dr. Q'Leero Xfllho handed Kid vleffries' brother a zero, Here lies the body of Percival Beetus, XYho died of acute-examinitusf' Here lies the body of Michael McKaneg He died of Flunkeritus on the brain. Favorite Fiction l. UAW! the ball was a mile over my head !'l 2, Late? lllhy I didn't hear the bell ringfl 3. HAn' thatls the whole truth. You know I wouldn't lie to you for the world. 4. l'Yes, sir! I studied that for an hour and a half last nightfl 5. Say! Do you know anything about to-dayls lesson? I didn't even look in MY book.

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THE HARRIS ANNUAL Victor, Hugo in I won't ! NYell, then-I. Zangwillf' Our Teacher He talks, and talks, and talks some inore, And l'n1 as wise as I was before. Tempus Fugit Time flies, says the maxim, and it sure has it right, Like a meteor from heaven, like a Hash in the night, But as I pore o'er these lessons, so long and so dry, And think of vacation, all I say is 'KLet her fly. My Caesar tTune: My Country, 'Tis of Thccj My Caesar, 'tis of thee, dread hook of misery, of thee I sing, Book where niy hopes have cliecl, hook of the crannner's pricle, From every stuflent's mouth, let curses spout. Never Again Summer here, weather clear, Play hall, marks fall, Teachers mad, parents sad, Out o, school, called fool, Never again! There Ain't No Such Thing Twinkle, twinkle, little ten, So believed hy us young men, How divine is thy joyous ring, But come to earth, therels no such thing. A chicken, a chicken, a student's hugging, A zero, a zero, poor little stuclent's plugging.