West Salem High School - Neshonoc Yearbook (West Salem, WI)

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After 4 O'Clock

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No matter how dull we feel during the day. we like to go home at 4 o’clock sharp. The technical name for snoring is sheet music. Wanted: Several pairs of used rollar skates to supply the passengers of my Model T — Boh l axton. W e never saw a vitamin W e never hope to see one And. gosh, we can’t say whether we Would rather C than B-l —Scholastic. The buzzer rings The students rise But slowly shuffle to class. Mr. Knudson gets out his watch to time— So in front of him— W e quickly pass. At last I admit Thai its foolish to cry; The thing I must do Is get over the guy; It s hopeless to dream. Because in this case The answer’s as plain as The “no’s” on his face. HUMOR ODE TO THE EMPTY PURSE Oh thou, my one time friend, Thou art so Hat. W ith sides that inward bend. W hich once were fat. Oh. thou, my empty one. I need a hat. And all I get’s a dun— Now think on that! Oh. Center of my hope, Give me some cash. I need a cake of soap. I need some hash. Oh, thou, my poor, this purse. Don't be so Hat. Go find thyself a nurse. And get thee fat! —Sunshine. INDICTMENT ACQUITTAL Boys are always bragging. Of the great things they can do. But wouldn’t it be a pleasant world. If these things all were true? Girls put their best self forth. When new folks are around. But wouldn’t it be an awful shock. If true nature would be found? POOR SENIOR Here lies a classman of 1940 I am sorry to sa he is no more. Quizzes, experiments, problems and such Ruined his health and his brain pretty much. In Physics exams he was quite wise. In Math, if he passed, it was a surprise. In English h is standings sure were great. But in History he choked on a date. Before he died this poor Senior said. “No quizzes for me when 1 am dead.” Alas, if teachers would realize How we kids dread and despise. To hear the words “Take the paper and pen” They never would say those words again. Exchange, 1 he saddest words of tongue or pen Are those before you've counted ten! The girl who thinks there is not a man good enough for her may be right, but more often than not she is left. RECIPE A peach at his right A nut at the wheel A turn in the road Fruit salad! —Scholastic. W e re anxious for each day to start. We wonderful students, we— But yet the final hell sounds good. Because then we know w e’re free. on shouldn't curse, you shouldn't cry If grapefruit squirts you in the eye. In fairness now. you must admit It's pure defense you started it! PROBLEM IN AESTHETICS Oh. How regrettable to see A lady running. Can it be She doesn t know the female faction Is seldom at its best in action? Behold her sprinting down the street I pon her silly sandaled feet. Her toes turned in. her knees a-knocking— I ruly the spectacle is shocking Ah. better had she missed the bus Thrice over, than to gain it thus. —Post. Page Fifteen

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SECOND ROW—L. Ender, T. Stelloh, R. Diokroeger, D. Rhodes. FIRST ROW—M. Ora bon. Miss Richardson. R. Rhodes. R. Larson. THIRD ROW— L. Sprain. G. Miller. F. Nuttleman, S. Sherman, R. Wilcox, H. Hetland. SECOND ROW—A. Anderson. M. Keefe. A. Larsen. E. Schomberg, E. Sprain. M. Wege, E. Seeger. FIRST ROW—Miss Staky, E. Fuhre. J. Twining, K. Wed king, V. Baer. H. Anderson. NOT INCLUDED—S. McEldowney. Laverne Denson. Bob Laxton. Page Seventeen