Charlevoix county herald., 1921-06-17
Class POem--1921
VERN ALEXANDER

And drives Wild Ford with its wheels
in the air,
While his Ma reprimands him, "Less
speed to the fair"
Next comes MIR. Barrie, of the dark
curly locks,
Who sports bow tie and green arrow
socks
With his soft tenor voice makes a hit
when he can
Now you will agree he's young ladies
man.
Coy, flirting Miss Gladys, is the one
perchance,
She likes to 60 Fording, and better to
dance,
AS an actress she's charming, there's
no doubt of that,
In fact, there're a number of things
she's got pat.
Miss Danto, the scholar, whose schoas-
tic renown,
Is very well known in this small quiet
town,
Who tells us in English of queer
writers whose works
Are to our ears and eyes mostly mean
ingless quirks.
Irene loves the woodland and every
green glade,
When Tommy is with her to sit in the
shade,
And Tom has Fordlet that is itching
to go,
Where the woodland is calling and
pink posies grow.
Then there's Paul, our greatest debater
in school,
And who in contest is wonderfully
cool,
Since he knows he can beat them, all
up to paste
BY merely presenting the facts in the
case.
Now Johnny, our athlete, is a most
wonderful gent.
But he hasn't lady, for he can't keep
cent,
Though he works every evening and
holidays all,
Still his pockets are empty, nothing in
them at all.
Liskum, our catcher, in the game of
baseball,
Is strikingly handsome, but not very
tall
When he's out on the side lines, with
his loud call,
He flirts with the ladies, oh not at all. ,
Then there's Martha Lorraine, who's a
wonderful cook,
And has many a recipe set in a book
She thinks not at all of the pies she has
burned,
But only Of all the high praise she has
earned.
There's LaVerne, who, we think, is
full-blooded Irish
With eyes as snappy as person could
wish,
And wee, winning smile with her
bonny red hair, y
But terrible temper that's certain to
flare.
Stanley Mckinney, who's tall skinny
guy,
Has removable teeth that just take the
girls eye
And who writes on the blackboard,
when Miss Hobbs is not by,
To show him the wherefore of his
errors and why.
There's Alice, our singer, with a won
derful voice,
She's beautiful locker and Wange-
mans choice.
When they go out on picnics in the
late afternoon,
They sometimes extend them to the
pale of the noon.
Marie is Scotch Irish and says hardly a
word,
But in our class meetings, she's sure
to be heard,
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ward,
Come on, all you fellows, let's hand in
our card.
Juanita's commanding in all that we
know,
In getting her lessons she's not a bit
slow,
She says she is IRISH, but we do not
think,
That she knows Shillalah from
bottle of ink.
Emma Omland is quiet and lonely and
blue,
For she has not fellow and nothing
to do,
But her hopes are soaring as high as
the clouds,
She Graves Ford limousine running
through crowds.
Marian Pickard is pretty, has laughing
blue eyes,
She's lovely and gentle, an angel dis
guished;
Meets all situations with a smile that
delights,
Is noted for flirting and staying in
nights.
Martha Wagbo is quiet with modest
brown eyes,
You can't read their meaning, you can
only surmise,
When she gives you a smile, though
says hardlya word,
Your heart is much lighter and scars
like bird.
Lyle works at the buzz saw that trims
off his nails,
Has fun with his Overland, pays lots
of bills,
But Pa has grown tired of searching
his sock,
And Lyle's riding career will soon
strike on a rock.
And Doris, our critic, who is last but
not least,
Has will to command when she is
diSpleased.