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Well, naturally now, we must speak of his wife,--Although she comes FIRST in their own private life.In summer she suits us, but my goodness knows,We dont want extra freezing in the season of snows!But deduct all you can, she still has this good in her:A true soul for short-hand;-- but she hates to get dinner!There are persons who haunt you whenever you sleep,And even awake, until shivers will creepAll over your back and most drive you insaneFor fear of a mere passing grade to obtain.Broseys the fellow who gives you the bluesBy rimming concretions with mystical hues.He shows you how every-day matters unite;Why blackness is black and why whiteness is white.Theres another, with hair and with heart white as snow;A teacher of Math.-- but of course you all know.Neither ancient nor modern, her place is apartWhere Time has no sway; a real woman of art.Shes a rare, tender, virgin-like Angelo-Saxon,Neither horrid nor fussy-- just Mary S. Paxton.Theres Landau, who worked very hard just to showShes interested in us:--well, grant that shes so.If she caters and fawns at our feet for mere praise,Lets crown her and save her the cost of boquets.Theres Ireland, another of local renownFor wearing glad rags and a terrible frown.But for both of these traits we must give her due creditBecause she is Irish and because shes red-headed.You have all heard of titles--those wonderful thingsNot meant for mere mortals, but made for real kings--Well, we have a teacher who has the sole rightTo have fever at Doctors degree Fahrenheit.I have heard (but I wonder if anyone knows)That he carries a mirror and powders his nose!If I have appeared, here and there, rather free,Remember, this grew to the size which you see,Not intended at all, but by mere inclinationTo give you a laugh and myself consolation-- Bernice Lanum |
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http://cdm17129.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/hs-bloom/id/2724 |
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Bloomington High School |
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