MCPL001483

Description:	!~TW£GOTHICFACULTY REVUERalph Tirey is our SuperAnd a goodly man is he,He came to us with bells onTo be our Sheik—you see.J. Z. A.s our grand old manOf Mathematical fameA joke a day is his wayBut dont give him the blame.Our Math, prof, is a wise old bird,She goes by the name of KingAnd her pupils are right up tosnuff,For a mean tongue she does sling.Our Principal we call ClarenceAnd a handsome creatures he,He never has his work done upFor the girls wont let him be.All hail! To Hale our Physics Prof.A mighty man—he beAYhile his subject is the cats meowIt leaves us all at sea.BACKYARD LIMERICKSThere was a young man from Girth,Who was born on the day of hisbirth;He was married, they say,On his wifes wedding day,And died on his last day on earth.The modern and St. Vitus danceHave really put me off my pitch,I find they are so much alikeI cannot tell just twitch is twitch.He kissed me, and we partedSo filled with ecstasy;That he fell over a hydrantAnd I ran against a tree.She used to let me hold her hand,She used to treat me something-grand.She used to let me see her home,She used to make dates oer thephone,She used to let me steal a kiss,She nsed to fill my heart with bliss,She used to like me. It was IShe used to bait the other guy.The Miss who desires to be popular sees silhouette of masculine formagainst her front door. Edges todoor and opens it a tiny bit, whenhe-male is not looking. Backs intohall. Takes up telephone receiverand reels off the following: Yes,Bob, Ill go to the formal with you.And the dinner date at the Blue Lantern for tomorrow night is still on?Good ! And you want me to go withyou to test out your new car Sunday afternoon ? Fine! What! Jimwants to come over to-night? Sorry,but I have a date writh Jack. Thanksfor the corsage you sent up today.Beautiful! Tell Al the candy wasgood, too. Much bliged to you both.Call me again. Awright. Bye.Goes to door. Opens it and bowsto handsome structure standingwithout. Guy grunts: Scuse mefor interruptin youse but Ive comeup to connect the telephone. Reported out.Pat, said his employer, I wantto make you a present of this pig.Now, shure, replied Pat, anits like you sor.Basketball Aspirant—I can runfast.Mark—Just because youre shapedlike a ham, is no sign youre Swiftyet, young man.Snoddy—I walked by your houselast night.Vane—Thanks.Leser—Jeff, lend me a quarterand Ill be eternally indebted to you.Wylie—Thats what Im afraid of.Page seventy-seven
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Collection:	Bloomington High School

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