Agnes Irwin School - Last Strand Yearbook (Rosemont, PA)

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Rachel, somehow I opine, You'll end by living on the Rhine. Although we hope you'll miss us lots, You'll be sehr gliicklich mit deinem schatz. Of all the girls who are so sweet, There's none like Edith Gillingham. The boys crowd 'round her and declare Her glance is simply killing 'em. There is a young lady named Hamp, Who feeds us when with hunger we champ, On candy delicious and cake most nutritiou In her desk we would like to encamp. Maybe you are modest, Perhaps no noise you make, But for entire self effacement, Our Laura takes the cake. Our silph-like Kate Is always late, Her charming manners haunt youg In work or play, She'd always say, The same old words, I want to. For I will stand at thy right hand And keep the goal with thee. A better man than our Eugene You'll never, never see. The greatest artist of our class Is Maria de Kosenkog Some day she'll equal Raphael, Or Turner, don't you s'posen so? S3 V,---,gn,,A,,, .. There is a young lady named Laird, Who declares that for no man she's cared, But where'er she is found, the gents all crowd around She's a nifty wee flirt, O'im afared. If Cornelia would stay for a minute at school We'd be so delighted we'd break every rule, But it's perfectly hopeless to get her to stay, She's always, eternally, going away. There is a young dame named Rebeck, Who is perfect from tip-toe to neck, Of her face and her head, Praise enough can't be said, She sure is a wonder, by heck! Oh Marshall dear, I sadly fear Your reputation's poor. You rant and fight, From morn till night, And good young children lure. McMichael liked to jump about And make an awful noise. In Hist'ry class this buxom lass, Did find her greatest joys. The sweetest girl I ever saw, Could keep the class in one great roar. With bright blue eyes and golden hair, Our Martin child was dev'lish fair. There is a young lady named Meirs, Whose ability drives us to tears, For the whole livelong day, all her work is O. K. She's as bright as a searchlight, my dears.

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--.-f...,..,,,,.. l W. so Q Lim ricks Here's to Molly our student so bright, Tho' she's tone-deaf and tongue-tied and crazy, Tho' we doubt if her head is quite right We admit that her heart is a daisy. There is a young lady named Bean, Who is blest with a temper serene, For in all her whole life she has never sought strife, What a model she surely has been! Oh Bispie is a pretty girl, He hair so gracefully does curl, And she does dress so finely that She looks like some aristocrat. Some think that Binney should have wings, But you can't tell about these things, In ways of vanity she's wise: She gets her clothes to match her eyes. We have a maid from Italy, Sunny little M. Cerbonig Wonder how she likes baked beans As compared to macaroni? 54 There is a young lady named Dorr, Who's a good sport right down to the core. Should I write all her wit there'd be pages of it, But I wish I had room to say more. Young Hansell, is a charming child, We like her very muchg She's most demure-but start her and She'll talk to beat the Dutch. Edith! Edith! is it true All the things I hear of you? That you're always up to tricks Breaking chairs and throwing bricks? You may seek her with thimbles or seek her with knives, You may seek her with soap and with smiles, But as modest a girl as E. English I ween Can't be found though you look miles and miles. Fahney, would you like to be A missionary 'cross the sea? Why not try it now, Charlotte? You might convert a Hottentot.

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And when the breezes blow, Mary is a little lamb, We generally go below She always is in school, To try and get rid of the waves, But all the questions she can ask, But the eyes of our Marj Should be against the rule. Are so round and so large, That they roll us right into our graves. The roses that bloom in the Spring, tra-la, C I , . Are beautiful, yes, to behold, o,gate S gone to rumh But the roses that bloom on our Marj Taylor's cheeks S0 S Pear S and glyeerme' Are more beautiful one thousand-fold For Sarah Morton's beauty ' I5 real' as may be Seen' You may twist it and turn it- Her foot is small, Whatever YOU Cen, Her form elastic. But our Tenney s good nature You should see I. Page IS beat by U0 man- Dance the light fantastic. Hilda's a rampageous child, Two such good-looking girls as our Oggie and Bert The noisiest in school, 'Twould be hard as the dickens to beat, She drives us all completely wild, And they radiate charms with their eyes and their And smashes every rule. smiles, As a furnace would radiate heat. Let us See if Tyson can . , Be a little gentleman! Frances Randall, its a scandal, Have things come to such a pass, HOW You do behave, That she can't sit still in class? Your tricks and misdemeanors To Study Shess forgotten how Make everyone look grave' She's a business woman now., Who is a gentle, docile lass? . . Who neyer was known to offer 1-Sass :yr She sure is a daisy as everyone knows, The pride of all the History class 4? up Our dalflfbi and Sweet Anna Walfhouf' I. Rodgers. For she s like a fine lily, or tulip, or rose- In fact anything but a wallflower. There was a young damsel called Rehn, Who didn't resemble a hen, There is a young lady named Tim, But upon closer look, Who is most attractively slim, A prince from a book, With her figure and eyes, oh dear! what a prize, Was never more 'courtly than Rehn. She'll be for some fortunate him! 56