Kingswood School Cranbrook - Woodwinds Yearbook (Bloomfield Hills, MI)

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s i: n i o r i, i m ; n c k s We had the front seats in assembly. Which we hoped underclassmen would envy. Our vision was fine. And ditto the spine; We sighed and said, Isn’t this heav'nly-” There once was a mad man called Amos. Whose philosophy much did inflame us. Said Miss Simmons. You’ll boil If on this you don't toil! So we all got it in. You can’t blame us. We all cringe when they mention “exam,” And resignedly mutter, “Oh, 1---. Nerves are quite tense. Oh. where is my sense? There’s but one thing to do and that’s cram! We seniors had waited for vears. And not without many real fears, For that glorious day— For our studies the pay— When we got our rings—amid tears. From Brookside, to Kings wood, to college— What more could you ask to get knowledge? Fond memories we’ll keep As through life we do leap And love of all three we’ll acknowledge. There’s a place where seniors all go, Whether spirits are high or low; Cigarettes and cokes And always good jokes— —The cabin—we all love it so. There was a young singer named Lin, Whose soprano was thin as a pin. In assembly one day, The whole structure gave way; What she did to poor Grieg was a sin. To graduate, to graduate, to graduate? Oh. graduate, oh, graduate, oh. graduate. You graduate. I graduate. I graduate. You graduate. We graduate, we graduate, we graduate! MYRTLE GERTRUDE CIA 17. Mert- Cert Pimples Phlegmatic, ugly, dishonest, blah The most unpopular girl in our class No friends, no interests, no hope (.'racked voice and vile sense of humor Oh! Those spring vacations at Alcatraz! (Com mtcd after writing eulogies of fifty-six charming seniors)