University High School - The Cub Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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EXCESS BAGGAGE ISS ulUcr: (iiistnictiiitj in class play) How do you address a baronet? P obo: Your Lordship. Miss ' olker: And his lady? Bobo : Vour ladyship. Miss X ' olker: .And an admiral? Bobo : Er— your flagship. M No. 6321 : When 1 tjet out of here I ' m jroing to have a hot time, aren ' t you? No. 2842: I hope not. I ' m in for life. Jean Hunt : (to clerk in store) I want a box of ajiples. Clerk: Do you want Baldwins? Jean: Surely. Did you think I wanted some with hair on? I asked her if 1 could see her home. What did she say? She said she would send me a picvure of it. Father: Herbert writes that he has a beautiful lamp from boxing. Mother : I always knew he ' d win something in athletics, the dear bov. Aten : ' hat do you do for a living: Bannister: Breathe. Seen On a Pink Slip Went to an osteopath Wednesday after school. Had to go to the doctor Thursday. Forty-three

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turned upwartl, she cried in a doleful voice; yet so faint and undefined were the words, I coidd gather l:)Ut a few of them. Oh, great, dear mysterious sea. Please bring back my loved one to me. She liurled herself on the sand and lay sobbing like a small child. She lav thus for a long while, and then suddenly became quiet. Slowly she turned her head toward the sea once again, her face illuminated as if struck l)y an inner vision. Her features, now glowing with joy, had an almost ethereal appearance. She rose and quickly ran to the water ' s edge. Stretch- ing forth her hands in childish fashion, she called in her sad. mellowed voice, ' ' Ah. but I ha e been waiting long for you. I stared at her. mystified, for I saw no one coming toward her. She reached for something; then, as if being led by a heavenly body, easily strode out on the waters. Paralyzed I watched her for a moment, then realizing her danger, I started to the edge to call her back. 1 was too late, however, for she had gained distance with incredible speed . I fancied I saw her white garments flowing in the wind lint I could not quite distinguished her from the crest of the billowy waves. I then hastened to the cavern from whence she had come, but found no evidence of anvone having been there. 1 was puzzled and shook myself as if to relieve my be- ing of the strange vision I had just seen. Stirely I had been lulled to sleep and had dreamed this thing. As I made my way homeward, the waves mocking me, I mused at the likeness of the dream to the legend I had laughed at. Doubt shall no longer becloud its authenticity. — Fave Wrinkle. DIGNITY I walked up the Avenue of Chinese Quinces And as the wind cut across my face I looked high to the sky and the clouds. And with the dignity of daffodils I scorned them all, and just walked And walked Up the Avenue of Chinese Quinces. — Richard Irwin

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Mrs. Nelson: Did }ou open the window wide? Brock: You bet I did! I ])ulled the top half all the wa - down and the .bottom half all the way up. Hot Dog! Into the grinder went our pup — Vou never sausage cutting up. Scotchman Dies of Heart Failure ! He had been throwing pennies to the little children when the string broke. It is funny I do not rememljer limping when I left home, said the ab- sent minded professor as he walked down the street with one foot on the curb and the other in the gutter. Miss Lindsay : (in French class) You ' re too literal. You don ' t read be- tween the lines enough. Gordon Arlett: I can ' t very well. It ' s erased too much. Miss Stewart : If } ou want a thing done, do it yourself. Thomas Hopkins: How aliout cutting your hair? 1st Stude : What is the difference between a sewing machine a,nd a kiss? 2nd Stude : I give up. 1st Stude: A sewing machine sews seams nice and a kiss seems so nice. My heart is in the ocean. cried the poet rapturously on the Bermuda boat. You ' ve gone me one better, said the sea-sick passenger as he tightened his grip on the railing. Bobo : (in riotous senior meeting) This is the best senior class I have ever been in. Geraldine Butler: I would be at an awful loss if you weren ' t here every day. Jack Bannister: That ' s all right, ]Mr. Aten ' s here. Miss Baum : Does anyone know ' ashington ' s farewell address? Charles D.: Heaven! Charlie Dondero: (to Miss Cunningham) It ain ' t fair to mark a whole word when you get it all spelled right except one letter.