old yearbook photos

Okay. Nice to see I’m putting my lollygagging and avoidance of the gay ‘n’ chatty Boheme public to good use today. Seriously. I was there for 2 weeks straight, every dadgummed day, because our beloved employee C was graduating and had time off for some serious hoopla and hangovers. And she will neverevereverever get time off again. I mean it, C! But when she came back, I wept messy tears of joy and relief and just threw the keys at her. (Sans money, okaay, true, no need to keep harping on that.)

But I needed some quiet time. Some very very quiet time.

So here’s what I’m doing with it: Looking at this website called, strangely, Family Old Photos. Which seems backwards to meee, but maybe English is not the site owner’s first language. Or some other, slightly less snotty-sounding explanation.

Anyway, the site has a section of old yearbooks and just now, browsing around, the entries — little bios like we all had next to our senior photos — are hysterical. I’m posting some here, leaving the full names off.

Here’s one that seems rather nice, to start, but then, well …. seems to kinda go south; maybe it’s just me:

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“She’s very nice and smart, but she’s allll yours, Jesus.”

Next here’s her classmate, uh, “Penny.” Wow. And “reeeeeerrr!”

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“Like most lovable jesters, he’s extremely lazy and gloomy.”

Then, from a different high school several states away, there’s poor, misunderstood Celia ….

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…. whose write-up said this:

Celia B. comes next on our roll. Few of us are fortunate enough to be intimate friends of Celia. She has a rather indifferent nature which has perhaps been misinterpreted by many of her classmates. Her own clique however term her a “peach,” and they know. Celia is “out” for a good time and she seems to be having it.
“Of all mankind each loves himself the best.” —Terence

Yeeowwwch! Yowwchha! Yowwie! And what’s with the quote at the end??

Well, this was 1922, so the happy ending here is at least she’s probably dead now.

9 Replies to “old yearbook photos”

  1. I don’t know about the quote at the end, but the one in the beginning is WRONG. The “is” should be “in.” That’s from “King Lear,” after Cordelia DIED.

    I didn’t pseudo-minor in Shakespeare for nothing.

    (And poor Rose–it was bad enough with the quote, but not the St. Joe nuns! Maybe they were fine then, but they were absolute torture for us in high school.)

    How on earth did you stumble across this on the Web?

  2. Oh, and wow. I hope I didn’t sound like such a loon in my yearbook… I don’t even know if we had bios. I certainly hope not, and if we did, I really don’t want them put into the time capsule.

  3. I’m with Lisa…a little scared of Celia.

    And I think I dated Penny’s grandson or great-grandson or some such somewhere along the line. He sounds familiar anyway.

  4. Celia only looks that way b/c she was sending a message to the Mean Girls (apparently the yearbook editor is one of them) that she wasn’t going to take their #$!* anymore like quiet little Rose.

  5. Omigosh Tracey, you find the neatest stuff!

    We did have these things in our yearbook, as each senior got a whole page to themselves (there were 62 people in my class). They were mostly personal quirks, or things you were known for saying, etc. that your friends wrote about you.

    They were, of course, vetted by the adult sponsor of the yearbook, so nothing too hateful got through. I really think we were nicer then, fwiw.

    (Yeah, tell that to Celia!)

    36 years later, I’m having a hard time remembering what some of them were even about.

  6. Celia is “out” for a good time and she seems to be having it.

    Ohhhhhh, really? Celia “the shivv brandisher”‘s got some ‘splainin’ to do I think.

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