Wicomico High School - Tom Tom Yearbook (Salisbury, MD)

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Jtfandtif fluent It was in 1933, it seemed, Or at least that was the thing I dreamed, I was on a steamer bound for home, Looking o’er the rail at the raging foam. I turned and saw a man with a cane and silk hat, There stood Prof. Cordrey, now what do you think of that! I asked of our teachers with a sigh, And now 1 11 tell you of his reply: Mrs. Pope your class advisor, Is now editor of the New York Advertiser. Miss Phillips is taking notes momentarily, As -Mrs. Pope s private secretary. Miss Porter was the leader of the convention, From which I just came, and forgot to mention. Miss Bennett, Miss Holiday, Miss Jacobs and Mr. M ' lntosh are working day bv day, To try to reach the plants in some new fangled way. Miss Lankford is the head librarian in the U. S. A. And to each book that is issued she has her say. Miss Killiam and Miss Bloxom are teaching all kinds of things, As star tutors to children of many of the kings. Mr. Donohoe, quiet and serene, Is now at Harvard as its dean. .Mr. Hackett deserves great credit For now a state school paper he does edit. Miss Straughn and Miss Dryden still stick together, And arc running a private school in all kinds of weather. Miss Kilpatrick and Miss Charlton share an apartment To which they retire after working in the state department. Mr. Duffy and Mr. Unger have won great fame, As basketball stars so folks claim. Miss Long and Miss Fisher, so they say, Teach English in Chicago and get enormous pay. Miss Nock is head of the Maryland schools, Making the boys and girls obey the golden rules. Miss Hinmnn is now at Bryn Mawr, Teaching girls from near and far. Miss Ruth is now head of State Normal, Where she keeps things quite formal. A call! the long sweet dream is over, And I must come away from that field of clover. Our hearts will go back often I know, To the faculty of which we’re proud And as out into life we go We shall speak of them with praises loud. R. Silverman, E. Tilghman. Page Sixteen

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nuu of ’33H 03 Harirtipa In ’23 we have them all— Some fat, some thin, some short, some tall, A goodly number with bobbed hair Worn straight or curled and frizzed with care; Who’ve kept their tresses still intact. And some remain, now it’s a fact, Within these ranks you’re sure to find The maid who’s studiously inclined; With horn-rimmed glasses on her nose, She stalks about on her tip toes. The poet, too, goes strolling by With inspiration in her eye; And next the artist, pen in hand, Ilis posters ever in demand; While in the “Y,” or somewhere round, Our brawny athletes can be found; Our yell leaders you’ll know are near, When lusty shouting strikes the ear. Then, we have maids of warbling voice, While in musicians we rejoice; Domestic Science students, too, Who bake, or boil, or roast, or stew, And actresses, who, here and there, Both roll their eyes and tear their hair; Then officers and student “reps” Who rush about with hurrying steps. Come take your choice, we have them all— Some fat, some thin, some short, some tall. Page Eighteen