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

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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.

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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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Passerby to Joe S. standing outside the Annex: What ' s the argument in there? Joe — That ' s just the Glee Club practicing. Curly — If I stole a kiss wouldit be petty larceny? Kid Theobald — No, it would be grand. Raining pitch forks, is bad enough, but when it comes to Hailing Street Cars, it ' s pretty rough weather. Absolutely Lois H. — What was Eve made for? Eleanor J. — Adams Express Co. No Mistake Tired Worker — Boss, is you got a nigger on your book name Simpson? Boss — Yeah. What about it? T. W.— Wal, I ' se dat nigger, boss — I jest thought you had it down Sampson. Penny Ante Pinkey L. attended church the other Sunday and during an elo- quent sermon he fell asleep. The pastor finished up, we will now pray; Brother Lilliesternia will now lead. Pinkey unfortunately woke up on the Brother Lilliesternia will now lead, and remarked, It ' s George ' s lead; I dealt. Full of Worms Bill D. — Do we have to sup- ply all the worms for labora- tory? Miss Jennings — No, I have one hundred of them. Bill— You have? Miss J.— Yes. Bill — You ' d better see a doc- tor. Heave Ho! My heart is with the ocean! cried the poet rapturously. You ' ve gone me one better, said his seasick friend, as he took a firmer grip on the rail. J. Pearson — Darling, I kissed the very stamps on your letters, because I knew they had been touched by your sweet lips. Loretta — Oh! Jim, I moisten- ed them on dear old Fido ' s nose. Adoration When Micky told Vi of his love, The color left her cheeks, But on the shoulder of his coat, It showed for several weeks. Comrades in Arms Ken. S. — Do you make a re- duction to people in the same line of business? John Schuck — Yes, are you a restauranteer? Kennie — No, I ' m a thief by profession. Modem Tramps Tramp — If you please, ma ' am, would yer kindly give a drink o ' water. I ' m so hungry I don ' t know where to stay th ' night.