Versailles High School - Portal Yearbook (Versailles, OH)

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THE VERSAILLES Page 25 rijnol ftJiuus SOPHOMORE RIDICULE Do You Remember? How glad you were when you returned to school in September, a full-fledged Sophomore, who didn’t come to seek knowledge, for aren’t the Sophs the instructors? Free at last from the taunts of the upper classmen! Free to get revenge by teasing the Freshies who took our places in the Study Hall! Gee, wasn’t it great to know you didn’t have to listen to the rejuvenation of Miss Kley’s stock of old jokes with just a light coat of veneer? How, under the guidance of Miss Swartz, we wandered o’er the bonnie braes of Scotland with Ellen and Rhoderick Dhu? Then again over the lessons which we had heard before from our Sunday School teachers? Wasn’t it jolly to visit Merrie England, and didn’t you enjoy the party at the Red House? How we spent our time at leisure in the Forest of Arden ? When they presented us with the cup for basketball? Gee, weren’t we proud? And the splendid showing of our boys and girls in athletics? When it looked as if the Juniors were sure to win? Didn’t we show the class spirit? The good time you had at the basketball games? Our V. H. S. Band? Your partner in assembly? The programs? And the plays? Hasn’t this been one grand and glorious year? Now, aren’t you glad you are a Sophomore? He Knew History Miss Kley—“Who was the greatest general in France?” Walter Lange—“General Foch.’’ Miss Kley—“Right. Now who was the greatest German general?” W. L.—“Hindenburg.” Miss Kley—“Very good. Who was the American general?” W. L. (thinking hard)—“General Motors.” Miss Swartz—“I want some good current literature.” Henry W.—“Here is a book on electric lighting.” An Explanation Paul Beare, a well known student of Versailles, was telling his sweetheart, Catherine Etter, how he had been attracted to her. “You were a lovely flower and I was a bee,” he explained to her. “I was a mouse and you were a piece of cheese.” And then he wondered why she arose and left the room. Hazel T.—“And you would really put yourself out for me?” Joe V.—“Indeed I would!’’ Hazel T.—“Do it please; I’m awfully sleepy.” Are Versailles girls vain? Listen to this: Conductor—“Your fare, please.” Mary M.—“Do you think so?”

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Page 24 THE VERSAILLES JFrcaljmmt (Elaaa Reading from left to right, top row—Ruth Kelch, Mary Key. Velma Lamy, Helen Littman, Cecilia Magateaux, Alma Marshall. Second row—Earl Pepiot, Earl Pittsen-barger, Paul Reser, Cletus Rhoades, Herschel Rhoades, Florence Rismiller. Third row—Berniece Roosa, Richard Schilling, Francis Smith. Esther Schutz, Ralph Stifel, Elmer Stuck. Bottom row—Mildred Weaver, John Wilson, Catherine Wilson, Homer Wood, Evelyn York.

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Page 26 THE VERSAILLES “That’s nothing,” said a student as his teacher put an “0” on his paper. Miss Swartz—“Florence, what are you going to make?” Florence C.—“Some biscuits.” Miss Swartz—“But why have you brought out the fashion plates as well as the cook book?” Florence C.—“Well, I’m a little green at this. Do you make biscuits from a recipe or a pattern ?” Mr. Rhoades—“This makes the fifth time I have punished you this week. What have you to say?” Joe Vogel—“1 am glad it’s Friday.” In Vain The editors dashed around the school, Begging janitor, student and teacher To give an idea of what they should have, For the “Versailles” needed a feature. WANTED—Young lady to work in bakery. She must be from the east and well bred, and she will get her dough every Saturday night. WANTED—A position in a bank handling money by a young man. Has no objections to leaving town. WANTED—A position as night watchman by a man who has never done a day’s work in his life. For sale—A large dog. Will eat anything. Very fond of children. FOR SALE— A full-blooded cow, giving milk, three tons of hay, a lot of chickens and several stoves. Robert C.—“My cocoa is cold.” Myron L.—“Put on your hat.” John A.—“May I have the last dance?” June F.—“You’ve had it.” All Accounted For A little girl was put in an upper berth for the first time. She kept crying till her mother told her not to be afraid, because God would watch over her. “Mother, you there?” she cried. “Yes.” “Father, you there?” “Yeah.” A fellow passenger lost all patience at this point and bellowed forth : “We’re all here, your father, mother, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins—all here—now go to sleep!” There was a pause, then, very softly: “Mamma.” “Well?” “Was that God?”