The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1923-12-18
NEWS OF DAWSON
HIGH SHCOOL
PUBLIC is INVITED TO AT
TEND CHRISTMAS PROGRAM
WEDNESDAY MORNING.

Last Wednesday, morning the seniors
had charge OF the song service in
! chapel. Most of the grades got the
impression that the seniors were Civ
ing a special musical program and
wouldn't sing. After awhile, though,
we succeeded in changing their minds
and everybody sang the first verse
and the chorus of Sweet and Low"
in just exactly the same tone as the
name suggests. Mr.. Monts made us
feel right happy. He told us that we
had been SO good the last two weeks
that he thought there would be some
chance of Santa Claus coming to see
rs Christmas. We wish we could get
our reports before Christmas, so that
we could convince Sanity that we had
been good. He thinks just because we
have been bad that we can't be good
at all. He must have forgotten that
necessity is the mother of invention"
WELCOME.
We, the entire Dawson public
school, want to cordially invite all
YOU folks to the school house two
times this week On Wednesday
morning the primary grades are go
ing to present a Christmas program
and you folks know what that means.
Then the Tau Alpha Society" on Fri"
day morning is going to give us an
other Christmas program. We want
everybody to come, cause if you don't
you will miss something
The Counts Comments in Crude
Christmas Rimes.
Christmas time is nearly here,
We've nearly lived another year;
What have we done, what can we do?
1t caught us busted, how bout you?
But still we plan to have great fun
And take i'll Christmas on the run;
Four months we've toiled and had to
pay,
But now we have a holiday.
Our lessons finished or left undone
We leave the school itself to run,
For Christmas time is nearly here
And Christmas comes but once year.
We think we'll rest, we are so blue,
And rest is cheap for me or you;
Born we tired, then a relapse
Caused us many desires for maps.
Will soon be given DER to song,
But we who barely trailed behind
Only hard work will be find.
So we'd better stop and 60 to work
And never lesson try to shirk,
Or Christmas day will find us busy
While workers now will then rest
easy.
Santa Claus is good, by iimmey,
But when he comes slidin down our
chimney
There amt gonna be no sock at all
We lost the pair we had last fall
And as for shoes we're on the rim,
The distance from skin to ground is
SLIM
If on a dime our foot falls dead
We know whether it is tails or head.
Now if we had Guy Hamilton's shoes
We surely would not have the blues,
For if he filled them to the head
Two trips he'd make from shoe to
sled
Or John Bells hat would come in nice
And we dare say 1t would Suftlce
To hold the clothes for another year
In case Santa came that near.
But when we took trip one summer
Santa checked off his list our number,
SO if the sock was in his way
We wouldn't find nothing on Christ
mas day.
Talk of the empty stocking gang,
But the Count not even sock can
hang;
This may sound funny to all of you,
But the thought makes the Count feel
awfully blue.
Speaking OF things that we can use,
Let alone the things we want,
We might suggest pair of shoes
And a coat for our figure gaunt.
Excuse this sudden change of rhine,
We know it's not good taste,
But we're awfully pressed for time
And the accidents due to haste.
So if on Christmas day you find
You've more than you can use
Wed thank you if you'd be so kind
AS to send us a pair of shoes.
The Count Ooh excuse u.s. Lily
of the Valley.