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

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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.

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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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Sh! Elva K. — Say, Irma, why have you those loud stockings on? Irma MacL. — To keep my feet from going to sleep. Finn-icky I. MacLellan— Who is that? D. Hollies — That ' s our Pole vaulter. I. MacL. — Oh, does he speak English? A Dice — Well, I guess I ' ll kiss you goodbye until tomorrow. Mary H. — No, Bugs, I couldn ' t hold my breath that long, and be- sides, I must go inside in ten min- utes. It ' s funny that trap drummer Burrows never has a girl? Yes, he ' s beating everyone ' s time. A Life of Ups and Downs H.Moore — My brother takes up Spanish, French, Italian, He- brew, German, and Scotch. M. Metzler — Goodness, where does he study? H. M.— Study? He don ' t study. He runs an elevator. You ' ll have to hand it to him! remarked the football fan as the left end dropped a forward pass. Marion T. — Do sit down. Curly. There ' s a limit even to respect. Curly N. — It isn ' t respect, Marion. It ' s a boil. Can You Beat It? Bike W. — Been in a scrap? Chuck M. — No — tried to be poetic. I read that the eyes are the windows of the soul so I asked Edna if I could gaze into her win- dows some night. Isabel Maynard ' s Philosophy When a girl is reading a novel and begins to wet her lips, the hero and heroine are about to meet. Ham And — Mr. Stryker (entering room) — Order, please. H. Snyder (meekly)r sandwich. class- ' Egg Height of Optimism Changing your socks from one foot to the other so that the toes will not fit the holes. P. S. — (Ask Joke Ed. for Height of Impertinence and others.) Referee— Foul. M. Hoff (the first rooter) — Where ' s the feathers? I. Jones (the second rooter) — Sh! That ' s a picked team. Tragedy She laid the still, white form beside those that had gone be- fore. No groan, no sign from her. Suddenly she let forth a cry that pierced the still air, making it vibrate into a thousand echoes. It seemed as if it came from her very soul. Twice the cry was repeated, and then all was quiet again. She would lay another egg tomorrow.