Forget Me Not

I found my Grandmother's junior high school autograph book from 1942. I had a

blast reading all the things her classmates wrote to her.

Some of them are a little saucy considering that it was written in the '40's by junior high schoolers. It made me LOL literally!

Here are a few of my favorites. I made my own notes in italics.

To anna:

Two in a hammock,

Ready to kiss,

All of a sudden it went

like sıɥʇ.

Your Brother Grad-u-8,

Alfred L.

When you are married

And your husband gets cross

Pick up a broomstick,

and tell him you're boss.

Forget me not,

Betty M.

Prison: J.H.S 73

Cell: 318

Keeper: Mrs. Tilley

Warden: Mr. Gainsboro

Flint

When you get married

Don't marry a flirt.

Marry a man who

Will wash your shirt!

Eleanor

Never make love at the garden gate.

Love is blind but the neighbors aint!

Your classman,

Ellen S.

Some like the tulips

that grow in the park,

but I like the two lips

that meet in the dark.

Your pal,

Laurie

Remember Grant.

Remember Lee.

The hell with them!

Remember me!

sister grad-u-8

Bushie

Ashes to ashes

dust to dust

if it weren't for boys

the girls' lips would rust.

Your friend,

Katricia

Butter is butter

And cream is cream.

What good's a kiss

Without a Squeeze?

Pat M.

The higher the mountain

The higher the trees

The younger the couple

The tighter the squeeze.

Evelyn

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

Sugar is rationed.

Why aren't you?*

*She's gotten that one a few times in the book. I just think it's great because of the "sugar is rationed" part. It really shows the times.

Our eyes have met

Our lips not yet

but OH!

You kid,

I'll get you yet!

Brother Grad-u-8

Charles D.

Little over-confident there, are we Charles? Hmmmm?

Pins and needles

Needles and Pins

When you are married

your troubles begin

Pal

Vita

˙uʍop ǝpısdn ƃuıʇıɹʍ ʎq

ʞooq ɹnoʎ pǝlıods oɥʍ ʎoq ǝɥʇ ɯ,ı

'uʍoʇ ǝɥʇ ɯoɹɟ ʎoq ǝɥʇ ɯ,ı

'ʎʇıɔ ǝɥʇ ɯoɹɟ ʎoq ǝɥʇ ɯ,ı

Bob

Bum ink

Rotten Pen

Best Wishes

Amen

From your cousin,

Sonny A.

There is a darling girl I know.

Boy will I miss her

When I'll go out to fight the foe

This girl is my sister,

Your Brother,

Joe

Anna, Anna as they say

Walking up and down broadway

with fellows at each side

selling kisses

two for five

Your Friend,

Lucy

What are you trying to say, Lucy? Walking down the street, selling kisses! What a friend you are.

You may forget a doll.

You may forget a toy.

But I bet you ten bucks

You don't forget a boy!

Your sister grad-u-8,

Charlotte

Finally here is one my grandfather wrote to her. They didn't meet until after the war, so his is a later addition.

To Doll,

They Say it's a sin to love,

I never asked them why.

But If I sin in loving you,

I'll sin until I die

Love,

Bob

That's all. Sorry if I drove you crazy with the upside down text, but it was necessary, I assure you.

¿ʞuıɥʇ noʎ ʇ,uop ˙sıɥʇ ǝʞıl sʇsod ǝɹoɯ ǝʇıɹʍ plnoɥs ı ʞuıɥʇ ı