Venice High School - Venetian Yearbook (Venice, IL)

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T he Venetian illrvahmvn Ollaaa ifiatnrg - We were a very proud bunch as we approached the high school. The girls all wore an unusual display of powder and rouge, while the boys really had their shoes shined! As we drew nearer the school we were greeted with, Well, l'll be-l Look at the Freshies l Greenbacks!'7 'iDumbellsl Our proudness drop- ped down to a lower temperature and our hearts went Uflop l We were told to go to the assembly where we were greeted with peculiar looks from our superior UQ schoolmates. We secured seats for ourselves at the back of the assembly and, a few minutes after we were seated a loud bell rang which brought the rest of the High School Cteachers and studentsj into the room. We then listened to a short sermon from a red-headed fellow with a funny chin, who, we were told, was our principal. After his speech he intro- duced the manual training teacher. There was a flourishing of powder puffs from the Senior girls while the Sophomore girls gazed and whisperedg lsn't he handsome l Q???j We then went to our English class where we listened to another lecture from our English teacher. She talked so nice that all of us liked her right off the reel. In our Science class we got more acquainted with our principal and found him to be a man after our own hearts. He also taught us in Alge- bra Qwhich we were very thankful forl. We soon learned to like to hear his lectures and thereafter paid the very strictest attention to what he was say- ing. ' ln Shorthand we were very good in our deportment for our cute little teacher was so angelic herself. She never spoke a cross word to us but always began the class by saying, i'Eugene, either shut up or get out l After we really got settled in our school studies, along came Hallowe'en and the High School gave a party Qfireshies servingj. Soon after Came Christmas and therefore-another party! The Sophomores served this time and everything was lovely. By this time all of our terror had left us. Hardly any one teased us eX- cept the Senior boys? but we were looking' forward to the time when thev would depart from High,,' so paid no attention to them. ' Then came the final exams and our hearts sank down to zero! The Sophomore girls seemed to find a great pleasure in telling us how terribly hard they would be, but we didnit find them so terrible and thanked our stars that they weren't harder. Now that we are nearing the end of our Freshmen year we have decided to have more pity on the poor Nfreshiesi' of next year than the Sophomofes have had on us. Now we bid the Seniors a farewell and wish them all good-luck! And our teachers! We can't forget them for they have all been so terribly patient with such bad students l Reatha McComis. 28

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T he Venetian illrwhman HIIPI11 Carl is a good boy except when he's bad, Iiorayne is a kind girl when she isn't madg ucv is little but she will grow some day. Wesley is so tall he's always in the way. Raymond likes to study when there is no lesson to get, But all George Shaffner likes to do is sit around and fretg Harold Koelker is good and gets his lessons well, But what George Turner knows is often hard to tellg Reatha likes to laugh at anything that comes her way, But Pearl gets mad at anything you sayg Eugene is very funny and likes to have his way, Tommy likes to learn, he will be president some dayg Lillie likes anyone who has lots of iokes to tell. Ella likes to read books and doesn't get her lessons well, Alice is a working girl, some day she will be rich, Theresa takes sewing and knows every stitchg Helen likes to study, she could get her lessons if she would. Edith likes to study and is also very good. -Wesley Gore illlluhrrn Hiawatha By the shores of Cuticura, By the sparkling Pluto Water Lived the prophylatic Chiclet- Danderine-fair Buick's daughter. She was loved by famous Big Yank Son of Palmolive and Victrolag Heir apparent to the Mazdag Of the tribe of Coca Cola , Through the dark strolled the lovers x Through the shredded Wheat they wandered Lovely little Wrigly Chicletf' Were the fervent words of Big Yank No Pyrene can quench the Ere, Nor any asperine still the heartache, Oh-my prestolite desire- Let us marry-little Djar Kiss. 30