Waterbury Democrat., 1902-06-18
CLASS POEM FOR 1902. (Winifred A. Ward.)

 Dreaming last night, I met the lyric
 muse In twilight land beneath a row of yews Tine laurel on her brow; her milk white hand Played on the Tyre, Well, what's the neWs?' I answered. Golden lady, 'tis the date When snoW-white gowns go up to
 graduate,
 And ribbons; yea, and girls; and
 awkward boys Tell their mute sires the way to run
 the state Yea, lady fair, tomorrow is the day When pink trimmed papers keep the
 world at bay.
 Then write" she said and sing mid potted palms, And with teary voice this little lay.' l tune my chords to every name the
 class Brought i'll it's train through Cultures
 rugged pass Together let me tell them, for full soon To the four winds they shall be blown,
 alas Women shall vote when we help make tHe ldWS; Two of the tribe of "Ben" fought well the cause
 The mighty "Schick'' they smote.
 stout Granger" too, Why should they vote?' asks Evelyn.
 Just because No ancient maiden clad in lily hue Come up for sheepskins; dated 1902. Yet (breathe it softly lest their
 hearts be hurt) Mae G. is in the nineties getting
 through And so are Edith H. and Anna S.; Say not that told lest they seIze each
 tress
 That finds foothold on this head
 of mine, And leave my braids and frizzes in
 mess. Some noble titles on our roll you see A ''Lord'' is with us and a TX. c. B. And yet no snobs are we, we know
 our Place In the wide ranks of true democracy. The liquid letters, laughingly they
 throng, Dancing to music of the closing song; NJ. l.. and threesMs and M NJ. M And Lyman lends a lit remembered
 long, The singers mention can not make
 boys vain, The football world knows Hayes
 Walker and Culhane.
 And Butterly, our smiling president, The cup they won, I, to their health
 now drain. The game, alliteration, let us play There's NJ. Bergen first, then Der
 gin ].
 Boyle, Benham. Butler Bradley
 Eagan and the F's. Fairbrother. Friedland, Fruin, Fox
 and Fray. There is no cause for haste, we take
 our Els Saluting first immortal Eloise: Then watching Elsie IT. throw high the We end the game of Els at Elsie Ds III looking for word to rhyme with I, thought of some ones incandescent
 smiles
 Wasted on fresh-ink proof sheets,
 or grown dim Delving too deep in dusty paper files. Our Jeremiah sings no sad refrain, But smoOthes life's lumber with a
 steady plane.
 Our Jackson, like famous president. Believes in spirit-the spirit of busy
 brain. What's in a name. let Miss McDon- (Which Miss McDonald,'' are you ask
 ing, pray? sWhy, NJ. McDonald." "Yea, but
 both thus sign.'' The middle letter tell there is no bet
 ter way Some grammar puzzles in the class are
 found; Not past is "Waas," but perfect I'll be bound; 1 And 'Vailr' is proper, not common noun, And pretty, too, to look at or to sound "Carroll'' now of flowers bright and fair; A "Rose" bloomed always in this clas- sic air;
 A Daisy" to, lent beauty to the Through winters frost and summers
 torrid glare. Milton is here-not he, who, for his 1 dream Sought inspiration by Silva's stream i The Graces' daughter not the Muses'
 son. With dawn-1ike bushes now adorns our theme. We vote for Rrvan, not him who
 strong and bold. Nailed a convention to a cross of gold; If Helen had such eyes as Beckie l has, No wonder Troy endured all Homer told Webster waits with us. with fine soul and brain. Ready to make new reply to Hayne, In some great crisis of the coming l time He'll fill the world with that great
 name again.. None shall be left Gus, May K. and
 Mary G.. Demnre Elizabeth. Alice, Julie and
 Margaret C..
 And YOU. o Lillian, B. Mcr'ill and
 Lizzie M /I l held you last to keep Ward company