White Salmon High School - Punch Bowl Yearbook (White Salmon, WA)

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6 YV. S. H. S. CLASS POEM RRI! The Class of l20 has a rep' For lots of fun and lots of pep They're never sick or have the blues, And don't go round in half a snooze, Like others! The girls, of which are three. Are as pretty as they can beg They never 'tsneaku nor miss 'their work, They never play, nor do they shirk V Like others! Eight boys are in our class They're full of go und got the jazz g Th-ey 'lead the school in everything, ,They work and play and dance and sing, N011 like others! The Class of '20 has excelled, They were good and not expelled: Everything will be in a whirl, H When the '20 Seniors face the world! Not like others! --F E. 1920 Hall '20 l

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1920 W. S. H. S. 15 When we arrived in Paris, we went to a Cafe for lunch. While there 501111 happened to read in a newspaper that a. famous French chef had been identified as an American woman, Miss Marie VVyers, from White Salmon, Washington. This chef was noted far and wide for his i?J won- derful pastries, which were made in animal shapes. Just lik-e those old animal cookies!! The next day I happened to meet the Dickeys again and learned that they had been conducted through a zoo by Laura Cole, who is the guide of the Institution. I learned nothing of any of the o'ld Class of 1920 until a few weeks later when upon returning to New York, I read in the Who's Who of a large magazine, that Louis Johnson and Norman Hayes are managing a large teacher's agency. Their specialty is young ladies. This article went on to say that they had been very efiici-ent -- no doubt due to the exper- ience obtained while in high school. Well, so be it, let 'em enjoy themselves. A short time later while going through Boston, who shou'ld I meet but Miss Ricka Claterbos. Naturally We talked of old times. Ricka is run- ning an Old Maids' hospital and a home for pensioned parrots and aged cats. She says that she enjoys her work, and feels quite at home. Just a few days ago I met Roscoe Branaman in a Western town. He is a trainer of wild animals, especially cooties. Also, Roscoe says that Frank Hall is back to his old tricks. Frank is farming at a place called Trout Lake. He raises peaches and has a peach of a wife. He said after all the strenuous work in High School, he thought he would take a rest for the remainder of his days. This ends the prophesy of the class of 1920, the Black and Orange Class. -R.Z.

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1.920 W. S. H. S. 17 LITERARY del Jai' OUR PIOUS FRIEND PODGER SAID DARN Whoopce3 Dere it comes! Gee! Can't youse hear dat train, murnsy? cried the little negro of Mrs. Pugsy, who with the other members of the Tweedwater church, was waiting patiently for the return of their minister, Rev. John Podger. After the thundering and clattering of the train died away and the members had delivered their kindly greetings, Rev. Podger stood upon the dry goods box, prepared especially for him, to relate his experiences dur- ing his long missionary campaign. He was a short stout man, clad in a black suit, white stiff bosom front, stiff white collar, and black felt hat, w.hich was removed. His shoes shone like the bald spot on the very top of his head, and, although his eyes were gray, they could not be distinguished from brown, under the large brown spectacles he wore. Being a fidgety and nervous man, his moustache, which was nearly as white as his scanty hair, was inclined to curl upwards at the corners. And although he was very particuar as to his speech and apparel he was humorous enough to attract attention. It was nearly supper time when Podger hnished with Amen and the crowd began to disperse. Tom Pugsy slowly wedged his way to John Podger's side, Mr. John Podgerj ventured little Tom timidly, Et I come ovah to yo house tomorrow, will youse tell me 'bout doze el'phants dat yo sed yo saw? Why certainly, certainly Tom, he replied with a friend- ly pat on Tom's shoulder, I would be delighted to, and it will be a very interesting story. The foilowing vinorning found the pleased Tom Pugsy sitting on the back steps of the minister's home long before any sound of awakening was heard. As time -wore on and the sun became brighter, Tom began to hear stirrings in the house and the smoke rolled forth from the chimney. He decided not to venture in yet and sat watching the sun peep over the hilltop. Suddenly he heard a few rnutterings and then a loud Darn followed by the crash of dishes. Frightened by the noise and unfamiliar slang, Tom found that the homeward road seemed long under his swift feet Tom was all excitement when he entered the little kitchen of the Pug- sy home, whens a few early callers had assembled to discuss a stray sheep found in the yard, each one claiming to be the owner. However, Tom didn't stop for this but ran straight to his mother and cried, Oh Mumsy, Mumsy, he sed it, yes, he sed 'darn. ' But Tom, dear, who said 'Darn'?' asked his mother. Why mumsy, Podger did. Yes'm, and I guess he broke all ub de china in dat dere 'ouse for dere was so much noise ............ I ............ I ............ I was -scared.