Philadelphia High School for Girls - Milestone Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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r r Then, fashion sheets a.nd books from France, We'll give to the Finnigans two, For, judging by their number of gowns, They must have looked through a few. A dainty cap and gown of black, We'll give our president, So quiet and so sweet she acts, With never mean intent. Instructions rare in algebra Must reach Augusta James, For quadratics and radicals, To her are merely names. A box of sweets and chocolates, For Marjory would be right, For, by the candies that she sells, She gives us all delight. A box of powder, white as snow, Would give Alice delight, For it would make her blushing cheeks - Beautifully white. When meek Marie appears each day, She ,always acts- just so. She does not talk, she does not laugh, But to her work she'll go. Give Teddy's stick to- Engleman To use- on Anna Casto-r, To keep her quiet, and to stop Reba's Talking faster. Buy two' large bottles of anti-fat For Viola and Dorothy, But, girls, please do not make a mistake, Or forget and send it to- me. And while they are growing small one way Let Ada and Jenny expand, And if they do not grow fast enough, Ethel, lend them a helping hand. If any girl thinks she can invent Something to keep one still, In history, kindly give it tot me For the head of Martha Gill. A

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Qllaza 15112111 All hail A 5. That class is great, One of these, we'd present Grace Hall, But still it seems to me, Another, I'm sure, you know, That only when we've left the room, Would reach our minister's daughter, serene U5 The teacher laughs with glee. To Helen Furey 'twould go. l They say we girls are mischievous, Then Cupid would send a broken heart, They're glad when we have gone, Pierced with many darts, Yet, smiles appear when we come back, To sweet Marie and charming Grace, Then they don't look forlorn. A Oh, men, beware of your hearts. Some hate us, and they make it felt, A bo-ok of knowledge, great and true, But little do we mind, We'd give to Clara Cozens, We march from their rooms down the hall For teachers are tired of answering To one who seems more kind. Questions b-y the dozens. A 5 is now a merry class, A German teacher, so sweet and small, The girls are bad, 'tis true, With a disposition divine, They laugh and joke when they should work, To sweet Helen Hewish would then be given, And eat ere class is through. For she would think that fine. If every girl were given her due, To Catherine Crook, with her weak little voice, I'm sure that we all can see We'd .send a megaphoneg -That a small red man with a air of horns So, robably by the time she can teach 7 7 p 1 p y Would be given to two or three. Great volume will ring in her tone.

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-7- v :-7:1--lxl.-:gf-. Y :::1L, za-.1111 .1nl..:-:,f- iii,-A , V-Y f M--.-Y., ik ,,, A MVWYWF .... -L--A gh-A-K -- 3 Wm-Q , ,- - -le--'rigid imigr Tren? M n V -,Zi-it 4 , ' lu. i t-,KA V The same invention I'll certainly use To keep Edward's 'eyelidspdowng l And, again, it will come in handy To stop Ellen's eyes rolling around. As the wedding bells will very soon chime, I am sure we can save some expense, If to Maude and Alice we hurry and give The proper marriage license. We'll send Miss Prim to Helen Dix, Of our class she's the saint, Then o-ur actions in algebra Will not cause her to faint. Give Katharine props to hold her up, So she won't always fall, And Anabel a catcher's glove, To seize the captain-ball. A ten-cent bottle of ambition Kindly give to Jean, So that, in Algebra, all day She will not sit and dream. And give to Esther Cohen A large gold medal line, For asking questions in algebra, And taking up lots of time. We're not all bad, although we eat Our luncheon when we should work, We manage to get through all right, Although sometimes we shirk. W'e're almost through the Girls' High School, In Normal we'll ne'er be, So why should we stay up at night And' work 'till two or three? Away with lessons, one and all, We cr with erfect lee Y 19, s ,- When we teach in the public schools, All holidays 'll be. MARY C. HERBERT