Windham High School - Windonian Yearbook (Windham, ME)

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Joe was a brighl, business-like lillle fellow, bul he was always afraid of lhe dark. One nighl, as he was going lo bed, his molher overheard lhis prayer: Oh, Lord, don'l lel anylhing hurl me lonighl, and I'll go lo church Sunday and give you some money. Dan Davis in New York: l wanl lwo eggs fried very hard, lwo slices of loasl burnl black and a cup of weak, lukewarm coffee. Are you sure lhal's iusl whal you wanl? asked lhe wailress. To lhe leller. The wailress explained lo lhe chef and managed lo gel lhe man exaclly whal he had asked for, Anylhing else, sir? she asked as she pul lhe order on lhe lable. Yes, now sil down and nag me, l'm homesick! Snoring Husbands The day he came a-wooing, says his mosl devoled wife, l used lo lhink'l would easy be wilh him lo spend my life. His speech was oh, so genlle, and so lall and slraighl was he, I never dreamed how lerrible he'd someday prove lo be. l never dreamed l'd wake al nighl lo give his ribs a whack, Wilh 'Darling, please lurn over-you are sleeping on your backl' in When life was all before us and our single palh uphill, l never dreamed lhe lime would come l'd wish his voice were slill, And when 'for beller or for worse' lo cling lo him l vowed, l never dreamed so nice a man could make a noise so loud. Now nighllong lhrough l elbow him unlil he's blue and black, And say, 'Turn over, darling, please! You're sleeping on your back.' Al limes il's like a whislle's shriek: al limes a grunl and groan, And lhen a buzz saw al a knol, and lhen a fearful moan! There comes a second's silence when I lhink he musl be dead, To find he's merely paused for brealh lo slarl full sleam ahead. And lhis musl lasl my lifelime lhrough, for how can l forsake This ghaslly crealure fasl asleep who is so nice awake. EDGAR A. GUEST A green lillle chemisl, On a green spring day Mixed some green lillle chemicals ln a green way. The green lillle grasses Now lenderly wave On lhe green lillle chemisl's Green lillle grave. Ninety-two

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Brains ....., ,... .....A....... ,.,,, R A M ON SIMMONS and EARLE LOWELL Teefh ,....,,...,.....,,,,,.....,,....,...4...,................,.................,...........,.. DONALD VAN DUSEN Heighf .......,.,.............. RAMON SIMMONS and KENNETH ATHERTON WILLIAM WARREN DONALD VAN DUSEN DONALD GORDON Quiefness ......,... .,....... G EORGE WOODMAN Dependabilify ......,.................,.......,,,,....................................... Pafience , .......,. . Neafness .....,......, Manners .....A... Earle L.: I wenf fo bed lasf nighf and dreamed fhaf I died. Georgia S.: And fhe heaf woke you up? Evereff L.: You haven'f brains enough fo come in ouf of fhe rain! Merrill G.. Haw, haw, fhaf proves l've fwice as many brains as you have! Evereff L.: How come? Merrill G.: If ain'f rainin'. If a man sfill has his appendix and his fonsils, The chances are fhaf he is a docfor. A young man coming in lafe af nighf finally finds fhe keyhole and enfers info fhe house, where he sfumbles around looking for lighfs. Wife pipes up: Thaf you Henry? No answer. A big crash of glass. HenryI Whaf in fhe world are you doing? Teaching your darn goldfish nof fo bark af me. Two backwoodsmen knocked on fhe door of Arfhur Rogers' house one nighf. Howdy, Arkie: me and Ed iusf found fhe body of a dead man over fhere in fhe holler, and we fhoughf maybe if was you. y WhaI d he look like? He was aboul' your build, and- Did he have on a flannel shirf? Yup. Wifh red and whife checks? No, il' was plain grey. lClosing.fhe doorl- Nope, if wasn'f me. The man who doesn'f believe fhaf women are hard losers never know one who was frying fo reduce. ' Bobby- Please, Docfor, if you have fhe baby almosf finished, don'f puf in any fonsils and adenoids: because fhey'll cuf fhem ouf anyway. Ninety-one

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Success lf's doing your job fhe besf you can And being jusf fo your fellowmang lf's making money buf holding friends, And sfaying frue fo your aims and ends: lf's figuring how and learning why, And looking forward and fhinking high, And dreaming a liHle and doing much: lf's keeping always in closesf fouch Wifh whaf is finesf in word and deed: l+'s being fhorough, yef making speed: lf's daring blifhely 'rhe field of chance While making labor a brave romance: If's going onward despife defeaf And fighfing sfaunchly buf keeping sweef: l+'s being clean and if's playing fair: lf's laughing lighfly af Dame Despair: lf's looking up af fhe sfars above, And drinking deeply of life and love: lldssfruggling on wifh a will fo win, Buf faking loss wifh a cheerful grin: lf's sharing sorrow, and work, and mirfh, And making beffer fhis good old earfh: l+'s serving, sfriving fhru sfrain and sfress, lf's doing your noblesf-fhal s Success. A Large Edition May l prinf a kiss on your lips? l asked She nodded her sweef permission: So we wenf fo press and I rafher guess We prinfed a large edifion. Mildred Bishop: Maxie, wha1 s fhe difference befween dancing and walking? Eugene Maxim: l don'f know. Mildred Bishop: l didn'f fhink you did. Phofographer: Do you wanf a large or small phofograph? Barbara Thompson. A small one. Phofographer: Then close your moufh please. Irene Zinchuk: 'Have you heard fhaf awful sfory fha+'s going around abouf Dawn? Eleanor Brume: Heard if? Of course l have, l was fhe one who fhoughf if up. Arfhur Rogers af 60 MPH: lf's great speeding along like fhis. Don'f you feel glad you're alive? , , E Dan Davis: Glad isn'f fhe word: l'm amazed! Ninety-three