Warrensburg High School - Arrow Yearbook (Warrensburg, MO)

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VV Q'!N' vf'q,qgfg7N' - V v , V V V X , , V V v Q O X- V as ssfssi wzffsfsfsm 5- I 515 Mother fto little daughter, looking at the giraffeb: And now you see how big your freckles'will be if you insist on playing in the sun. Mr. Darlington: I see where the power of speech was restored to a person by taking him up in the air. Mr. Summers: That's likely. My wife seems to gain more speech as she goes up in the air at me. Marcellus: When Matteossian arrived home from his tour he fell on his face and kissed the pavement of his native city. Jimmie: Emotion? Marcellus: No, banana skin. M Mrs. Gorrell Cwho has ordered teabz What do you call this stuff anyway-tea or coffee? e Mayme Lee: What does it taste like? Mrs. Gorrell: Paraffin, Mayme Lee: Then it must be tea-the coffee tastes like gasoline. Helen: Can you keep a secret? Minnie Mothersead: I'll gladly help and get some others to help too. Jimmie: I've got to see Jack about one-thirty. John R.: Well, I'd like to see him about two twenties and a five. Jane: Why don't you come to church? We have a fine preacher. Claribel: Yes, but I have the sin he loves to touchf' Dumm: I've lost my new car. Belle: WVhy don't you report it to the police? Dumm: They're the ones who took it. Jerome: Why do you wear spats? Dumond: In memory of my first girl. What's the idefal honeymoon salad? I pass. Lettuce alone. H H U What's the worst feeling in the world? When your rich grandma dies and wills you the antique rug. H A tutor who tooted the flute Tried to tute two young tootefrs to toot Said the two to the tutor: Is it harder to toot, Or, to tute two young tooters to toot? If you can't laugh at the Jokes of the age, laugh at the age of the Jokes, Gentleman Jim was polite to the last. He even offered his chair to the warden when he was about to be electrocuted. V- vwv-1 VV' XVX'7Y7X'A vii? Page Eighty-five

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