Yeatman High School - Yeatman Life Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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, ,,,, i i f 15 f V, if , , ., My ,WM 411 ,gf fy f My w:z1ffff,, Cs f . . ff ,,, words, you get five hundred dollars. As a matter of fact, nobody I ever knew got a prize. After this criticism I suppose there will be no more of these advertisements in the magazines. If, however, they still desire to advertise, let me tender them a bit of advice: Tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth and mention in the ad that the knitter is eighty dol- lars or the course ten dollars. 1 TRIALS ot' the New junior By GLADYS BRYAN I was in the Hrst stage of my high school life-I was a New Junior, For a long time I had wanted to go to the Library, but I al- ways felt a very peculiar shyness among older, intelligent looking students. One day a library slip came into my possession and I decided to make use of it. I had been told that my study hall teacher would sign one part of the slip, which should then be put on file in the Library, but nothing was said of the other part. Accidentally I gave the study-hall teacher the right part 1 in- stinct probably prompting me to get rid of the larger part firstj. This she signed, and I proceeded to the Library. A girl sitting next to me had a book called, The Black Arrow, so I went to the alcove where I saw a boy get her book, and got a copy for myself. Presently, a boy, who seemed to have some authority, tapped me on the shoulder, telling me to make out a receipt for the book and also saying that I should let him get me my book next time. I thought he should have been glad I saved him the trouble. I still had the smaller part of the library slip. I thought it must be useful in some way, but what that way could be I hadn't the slightest idea. I finally decided that something would have to be done with it at once, for I noticed no- body else had one, so I asked the girl with HThe Black Arrowl' what to do with it. She said I should have left it with the study- hall teacher! Now I was in for it. I was afraid to leave the Library and wondered what a Senior would have done in my place. I waited in misery for the end of the hour, my fate seeming to grow blacker and blacker all the time. When the period was over, I rushed to my study hall, and gave the teacher the cause of my trouble. She threw it away! ' Q ' M2539 I 'nge Si.x'.'-v-.S'f':e11

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fa v V' Zz , Lgiijjy'iifffffitfjifgi '. 1i1 ji,3::,f,i,.,g..iffL'1f,,1j15,.1fi3 .'W. IL, 25.1. thing or other is this little minx who has in- trigued our gallant Bertram. Tall and fair is she who has captured him with her artificial beauty. A great mop of henna hair full of stuffings tops her proud head and her face is swamped in the wares of the great god, Cosmetics. Speaking of talking about people be- hind their backs, I think someone has for- gotten his little remark about chivalry, taunted Roger. Oh, keep still and let me read mine, retorted George. Polly--a girl of eighteen who in some way has awakened Bert is pro- tective instinct. We all know that Bert is one of those animals who has to save you before he becomes interested in you. Probably he saved her from drowning or from being lost in the woods. I think she has straight, bobbed hair, hazel eyes, a freckled, pug nose and flat feet. Some assortment, remarked Roger. Say, said Austin, 'tdon't you think it would be better to write to Kitty than to Bert? He might get sore and not answer lolr perhaps his own affections might blind im. Good idea, Romeo 5 also an excuse to write to Juliet! ' f'Lay off, cried the Romeo in despair. I make a motion that Mr. Austin Reppington be commissioned to write to Miss Katherine Brian for full description of Polly, mocked Roger. M., f ,, ,.,,.. .. . ,, .. . , .. ,... ,. ..., Seconded All in favor say, 'ayel' Aye, 'tMotion carried. If there is no further business, I move we adjourn for a swimfl 'tSeconded.'l Several days later George halted as he heard Austin's familiar whistle. HI got the letter and Iym itching to open it. You'd better call a special meeting before Satan gets the better of me. l Roger was hailed and all three sped to George's house. After some talk it was decided to draw lots for the honor of reading the letter. Austin, lucky dog, drew the winning num- ber. The envelope was opened, the letter taken out and unfolded. Austin read, Dear Austinfi HAh, ha, the plot thickens. She calls him fdearf' t'Do you want to hear this or donft you? inquired the irritated Austin. By all meansf, f'Dear Austin, I got your letter which I read to Bert 'cause I like to see him laugh hard. You know, it brings the tears to his eyes. Now you're wondering why he should laugh. Well, it's this, you poor simples: Polly is an ordinary parrot--- A parrot?H gasped George. A poll parrot'?l, shrieked Roger. Yes, sir. An ordinary tpolly wants a cracker' parrot. rx Sings' er fa fl! ix Y V L ' ' Page Simzwv-IX ine