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

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Page 72 YEAR JOKES —Continued Jack Cheal— I think I’ll join the music club; music is so uplifting.” Mrs. Robertson (overhearing)—“Yes, you’d be the best of that group. You do nothing but fiddle all day.” Muriel Harvey (visiting Don Irving in jail)— And what do they call you here, my good man?” Don Irving—“No. 9742.” Muriel—“Is that your real name? Don— Naw! dat’s just my pen-name. Bill Uren—“I’m a little stiff from bowling.” Joe Simonton—“Where did you say you were from?” Mr. Foster—“If you take 3x from lOy, what is the difference?” Allen Stewart—“That’s what I say. What ' s the difference?” —r — - - Mrs. Bagnall—“Use the word flippancy in a sentence.” Christie Sheldon—“Let ' s flippancy whether I pass or flunk. “Would you call me good looking?” asked Vivian of Justin Grott. “Certainly!! When shall I call you?” said Justin to Vivian.

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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,”

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