West Side High School - Legenda Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

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No Trifler She — What do you mean by kissing me? What do vou mean? He — Eer, er, nothing. She — Then don ' t youdare do it again. I won ' t have any man kissing me unless he means busi- ness, d ' ye hear? It ' s Ajar! E. Peters — I ' ve got a new girl, Dad. Father — You have? What ' s her name? E. Peters — I call her ' Hinges ' . Father— How come? E. Peters — She ' s something to adore. Oh, Slush! A Deibel (in music store) — Sav, Mister, have vou ' Baby Dreams ' ? Kute Klerk — No, but I have winning ways. Style, Boy, Style Here comes a plucky girl. How do you know? Look at her eyebrows. Helen S. — Why, I can ' t marry you. You ' re penniless. Hopeful Bike — That ' s noth- ing, the Czar of Russia was Nicho- las. Try This on Your Piano Of hideous noises There is none that is worse Than the blood curdling cry Of a Ford in reverse. Insubordinate Fowl Hiking through the small French town, an ignorant chicken, unversed in the appe- tites of American darkies, crossed the road in front of a colored de- tachment. With much zeal, a sol- dier broke forth from the ranks and set out in pursuit. Halt! Bellowed the otficer in charge. Bothfowl and negro only accelerated their paces. Halt! Hall! repeated the officer. The dusky doughboy made one plunge, grasped the chicken by the neck, and stuffed it, still struggling, inside his shirt. Dere! he panted, Ah ' ll learn you to halt when de cap- tain says halt, vou disobedient bird. Old Maid — Oh, conductor, please stop the train. I dropped my wig out the window. Conductor — Never mind, ma- dame, there ' s a switch just this side of the next station. A sailor came home unexpect- edly, threw his arm around his missus and kissed her. Without turningfrom her ironing she mur- mured, a quart o ' milk and a pint o ' cream. Eddie W.— Esther A. fell down the other day and they thought her leg was broken. Gib S.— What did they do? E. W. — They took her to a hospital. G. S.— Was her leg broke? E. W.— Naw, they found a quarter and a two dollar bill in her stocking.

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Feet I always like to see the guys that have the funny feet. In this for feet of awful size, our dear school can ' t be beat. We hear a clatter on the stairs (some one has come upon us) And then the students, they all say, There goes Gunboat Thomas. Then listen to the awful clank that sounds upon the floor, And hear a gent in army shoes go tramping past the door. The boys in Oxfords and wool socks all have their tribula- tion; They shuffle by all wild of eye and itching like tarnation. There goes a girl in man ' s low shoes and we know we ' re in luck Since we know we can watch her antics queer with feet just like a duck. And when we see the mob all from the hallway disappear- ing. We know they hear the feet of dear teachers that they ' re fearing. We pipe the girls who jam their feet in shoes six times too small And wonder if they think that that will make the fellows fall. Small feet, means aristocracy, and breeding, too, perhaps. But this tight squeeze and girls like these spread pain across our maps. But then we cannot criticise, the fellows are as bad, We hate to view a pointed shoe upon a high school lad. Last winter it was terrible — the clanks and clinks and sloshes, Instead of something wearable the whole gang donned ga- loshes. But leather ' s high enough to beat about a dozen bands. So we think that just to save our feet we ' ll walk upon our hands. Love, you are the light of my heart, said she. As she fondly kissed him good- night. Then said her mama From the top of the stairs, Daughter, put out the light. All Fagged Out G. Kaiser — How do you know that cigarettes are bad for the wind? Red French — Why, haven ' t you noticed a fellow who smokes always puffing? Uncle and niece stood watch- ing the young people dancing about them. I bet you never saw dancing like this back in the nineties, eh, Unkie? Once — but the place was raided. In the Future Scene : McGovern and his most excellent wife dining. In breezed a short skirted damsel, who see- ing no one else in sight, proceeds to vamp Mickey. Swelling up slightly, Mickey remarks: My dear, that girl over there is smiling at me. That ' s all right. replied the better half, I nearly died laugh- ing the first time I saw you.

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On The Parlor Mat Monk R. — He ' s some wrest- ler, I ' ll say. Stub S.— Wha ' s that? Monk R.— Little Joe, he ' s so seldom thrown. L. Major — Oh, James, you ' re so tender tonight. J. Pearson — I ought to be. I ' ve been in hot water all week at school. Kitty, Kitty M. Remer — How much are Angora kittens worth? H. Seidel — Two dollars purr. Yes, said the author, as he gnawed on the end of his pencil, in my work I make use of any- thing I choose. Dirty Scheib (comin r in late at eight-thirtj ' ) — I ' m Tate, Miss Boyle, but I — I — I had to wash my neck and ears this morning, but I swear it won ' t happen again. Helen S. — Are you going to tutor this year? Thelma S. — Yes, I simply must have a higher education. Here ' s where I cut the young dog off without a cent, chuckled Brier Rabbit, as he jumped across a stream. Speaking of bathing in famous springs, said the tramp to the tourist, I bathed in the .spring ■86. Marie K. — He reminds me of the sea. Mildred K.— Howzat? Marie K. — He looks green — but sometimes he is awfully rough. C. M.— Look out! That ' s the fourth bunch of cigars you ' ve smashed for me. E. A. — Why don ' t you smoke a stronger brand? Mickey Mc. — What did your father say when you told him that my love for you was like a gush- ing brook? Vi.— He said, ' Dam it ' . All right there? called the conductor from the front of the car. Hold on, came a feminine voice. Wait till I get mv clothes on. The entire car full turned and craned their necks expectantly. A girl with a basket of laundr ' got on. Quite a Difference Fair maid, mav I come out to call? I ' m sure, sir, I don ' t getcha. Well, mav I take vou to the ball? Ah, now I hear ! You betcha. Just Right Flossie and Ellen arrived in the second half. Flossie P. — Score is still noth- ing to nothing. Ellen R. — Goody — we haven ' t missed a thing.