Whoever owned this razor thin 1953 yearbook from a podunk town clearly had issues.
Well, we all know how 4th Grade can really take it out of you. All the hormones raging in your 9-yr-old body and whatnot. I will assume a girl owned this book, as men are not prone to having emotions, much less sharing them or recording them. And clearly, there was some love felt for one of these siblings.
Again with the mustaches? Or are these kitten whiskers? Even the poor bus driver (singular, as in one bus in a one-horse town) could not escape her wrath.
Perhaps the mustaches were not meant to be insulting; perhaps she had a thing for facial hair on friend and foe alike. However, there is no misunderstanding this:
I Don't Get It 
This is indeed a mystery. Mrs. Glenn Hill thought someone was a special boy. Maybe it was a boy that owned the book. Sometimes men can show emotion; at least when they’re young. One thing for sure someone LOVES Jessie Lou, and Charles isn’t very well liked. No one likes the fat boy.
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Yes, it clearly must have been a boy. You are more alert than I am this morning.
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Goodness. The ‘You Are a Thief’ darkens my thoughts. What did she steal? Lunch money? Test answers? Classmate crush who she wrote Love Love Love all over his face? What do you think, Kerbey.
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This is really going to vex me because I have no idea what that thief stole. We know it wasn’t technology. Whatever it was, she was too young to be going down that dark road.
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Check out the little burg’s criminal logs eight years later. Serial killer?
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I checked that thing top to bottom–no city listed anywhere, no advertising, nothing. Weirdest thing.
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Thank you for attending our grade school, little Molly Manson …
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This is breaking my heart, Kerbey! Poor kiddos. The bus driver and lunch lady crack me up–what do you suppose she whipped up in that kettle using all of those implements? And did she really wish “Good luck to a small boy”? I need to do more research around here, but curious if these are personal items (old photos, etc) or just things you’ve picked up along the way. Love that you’re throwing these out here.
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I used to go to estate sales and get piles of Life magazines, but then I thumbed through the yearbooks and that started a 20 yr habit. I have a ton. In EVERY yearbook is a pic of the custodians and the lunch ladies, and they always have “shoot me now, please impale me quickly” looks. I don’t post them bc they are so dang depressing. But every yearbook has a group of cafeteria workers near an assembly line. Never before have I seen just one lone woman with one kettle. She worked hard for the money. I like her apron, though. I love campy aprons. How do you feel about aprons, chef?
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ah ha, ok. Now there was something I Didn’t Get and you helped me Get It 🙂 Please note that I am NOT a chef. My kids don’t even like my cooking much (though I do have the occasional score) as it’s either too healthy or too “experimental.” And I haven’t been trained, etc. Am just someone who is over-the-top obsessed with all things food and have a lot of fun with it. About aprons: think they’re cute, especially the vintage frilly ones. But never wear them as seems too much work.
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It’s too late; you are already a chef to me. Maybe I will call you a sous chef, since that is more lowly. Wait, that’s not helpful.
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lowly?
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“Beneath” the chef. The assistant!
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ah, but I am assisting nobody. You can think of me as chef, with a lowercase c. Or Marshmallow Lady.
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ok, fine
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Laughing my ass off! Great photos. “Now, where did I put that sharpie?”
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Yes, the official “make everyone into Hitler” Sharpie. That’s good marketing.
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“Clearly I remember pickin’ on the boy…”
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Oh, you think that’s Jeremy??
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It makes certain suggestions, yes, but you said it yourself. Whoever owned it had issues. “Small boy” isn’t very endearing either. This kid probably got the business end of small town cruelty on a frequent basis. Kids are effin’ mean, kerbey.
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They are. I just watched an episode of “The Little People” and the 4 ft husband was telling gradeschoolers about how he got made fun of in 4th grade: the other boys called his surgery scars “worms” and took his shoes and shoved them in a drain pipe. 😦 It’s almost like there is evil in this world.
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I think the lunch lady wrote “swell” boy but I like “small” better. Nothing like lunch from a pressure cooker — lock it down and let ‘er rip!
It’s scary to look through my own yearbooks, knowing how everyone turned out. Looking through yours is a lot funner.
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Yeah, the ones from my life are not that interesting, but these old ones are. I bet you’re right. “Swell” and “keen” are the most overused adjectives in about 80% of the yearbooks I own, so he could be a swell boy. At least he’s not a thief. Thanks for stopping by.
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It’s either “swell boy” or “small fry.” Hopefully the cook didn’t want to fry the small child.
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oh, dear
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Loved the photos as much as I loved reading the peice.
Great work there ma’am.
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Thanks!
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