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

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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.

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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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NINETFIiN-TI-IIRTEEN-FOURTEEN What the Professor Read I afn what-cha might call-a professor Oh, I'm a wise guy, toog I keep on reading most all the day Though of books I read but few But-er-professor, what else do you read If books don't take your time? XYell-er-I'm a psychic professor I read your palm for a dime The Defective Detective He's sure a shady-looking character, muttered the Defectixe De teetive intently watching a man sitting in the shade of a chestnut TTCS. Over the Wire K'Hello, my dear, Is the wire clear ? :'Yes, my love. Right there, my dove i'But then, my lass, How can I pass To reach that phone And talk alone To some one sweet And real petite F You do dismay Me when you say That you adore Me now no more. 'INOW tell me lame, XVho is this dame 'Ihat flirts with you? She makes me blue. '4I'm sure she's glad IVhen I am sad. To think that she I-Ias talen from me just you, you cussg You've-made a muss Of this affairg And she-I'll tear I-Ier hair-brunetteg As for you, kid, I'll get you yet.