Western Canada High School - Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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Page 70 YEAR JOKES —Continued Winnie Chalmers— Harold’s mustache makes me laugh.” Jean Anderson— Tickled me, too. Ireland— Well, I knocked ’em cold in Latin, all right.” Chris Sheldon— What did you get?” Ireland— Zero.” A first year student sent a poem to Dorothy Hutton, our Literary Editor. The title of the poem was, Why am I alive? Dorothy wrote returning the poem, Because you sent the poem by mail instead of delivering it in person.” Jim Macqueen— I heard something this morning that certainly opened my eyes.” George Dickson— Yeah? What was it?” Macqueen— The alarm clock. Justin Grott (at Junior Basketball Game)— I don’t see how that referee can keep so cool. L. Chaston— That’s easy. Look at all the fans around him.” Words fail me,” muttered Bruce Wilson as he flunked the comp. exam. Mr. West (to Jack who has just spoken to a pretty girl)— Do you know that girl?” Jack— Know her? I ' m engaged to her. Mr. West— Heavens! Are you serious about her?” Jack—“Oh, no! Just a passing fiancee.” Jack Corbett— I made some brew out of grapes and called it grapinel. It was smooth.” Bert Corey— Well, I made some out of raisins and named it raisinel.” Mr. Copeland was walking down the street with one foot in the gutter, and one on the curb, in an absent-minded way. Mr. Gislason, meeting him inquired as to his health. “Well,” replied Mr. Copeland, when I started out I felt fine, but for the last ten minutes I ' ve been limping terribly.”

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JOKES —Continued Marion Egleston was reading from the composition book when she came to a word she could not pronounce. Barque,” prompted Mr. Stevenson. Marion giggled. “Barque,” exclaimed Mr. Stevenson, harshly. Marion (obediently)— Bow-wow! Roly Richardson—“I saw Sandy during the eclipse.” Jim Macqueen— Where?” Roly— Running to the station trying to send a night letter.” Roberta Todd— I wonder how many men will be disappointed when I marry? Bill Sheldon— It depends on how many men you marry.” Mr. Flick— Dyke, what is the meaning of a vacuum?” Sid Dyke— Please, sir, I don’t know; I have it in my head, but I can’t express it.” Mr. Harding— What is a flame test?” Geo, Dickson—“Ask her to go for a ride in a street car.” ■ • • • • •••, • : [H j, • Mrs. Hunter— Doris, go wash your face and neck. Doris— Neck whom? Mrs. Stanley— Where is the car? .. a-: Mr. Stanley— Dear me! Did I take the car out? Mrs. Stanley— Of course you did! You drove it to school.” Mr. Stanley— I remember now that after I got out I turned around to thank the gentleman who gave me a lift and wondered where he had gone.” LJU Teacher— Who can name one important thing we have now that we did not have a hundred years ago?” John Davidson— Me! Les Anderson— You gave that cloak-room attendant a big tip, old boy.’ Bill Pentland— Well, he gave me a good coat.”

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BOOK Page 71 JOKES —Continued Mr. Stewart—“Give me a sentence with the word avaunt” in it.” Les Matheson— Avaunt vhat avaunt vhen avaunt it. » Miss Maxwell— Fermez la porte.” V. Stott— Wee, wee.” (and he puts his gum in the wastepaper basket.) Findlay Trickey—“The army approaches the Roman camp.” Mr. Collier— Tense? Trickey— Sorry! The army approaches the Roman tents.” Mr. Johnson— When do leaves begin to turn?” D. Patterson— The night before the exam. Editor ' s Note—“Oh, Yeah!” “Papa,” said John Miller, “what do they mean by college bred? Is it different from any other kind of bread? Yes, my son,” said father. “It is a four year loaf. Jack Chamberlain— Every time I learn anything I store it away. Ray Mackay— Well, I hope you soon learn to play your saxophone.” Hey! cried Mr. Johnson to Dorothy , “didn ' t I tell you to notice when the glue boiled over?” Dorothy Freeland (sweetly— Yes, Mr. Johnson, it was just a quarter past ten. Com-pa-nee! Atten-shun! bawled Gibson to the squad. “Com-pa-nee, lift your left leg and hold it straight in front of you.” By mistake, one soldier held up his right leg, which brought it out side by side with his neighbor’s left leg. Now, who is the guy over there holding up both legs? shouted Gibson. The other day we heard of one of these new pee-wee autos speeding fifty miles to the hour on one of our main highways. Every fifty feet the little trinket would hop right up in the air about five feet. A motor cop finally overtook the midget motor and brought it to a stop. What ' s the big idea of that car jumpin ' that-a-way?” asked the cop. The driver answered— Why, officer, there’s nothing wrong with the car. You see—I ' ve got-hic-the hiccups,”