Auburn High School - Follies Yearbook (Auburn, IN)

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Lenore and Seely Wilson Have spread their fame afar, In making untold fortune By staying where they are. They make a novel engine. And fortune them confronts, For this engine sweeps a woman ' s house- Without her moving once. Marie Ice is somewhat noted And nearly heads this list, Altho you may not think it, she ' s Earth ' s greatest humorist. Ruth Campbell did not wish for fame, She is content to be The wife of Leo Noirot — And Auburn ' s Mayor is he. Art Morr took up boxing, — Upon this very date, He fulfills his life ' s purpose, — 3iow Art ' s champion heavyweight. Then closer to the Heavenly Gates A single figure drew, And by his noble face I thought He was a man I knew. Yes. this was old Jit Baxter, Come, his reward to claim, Greater preacher than Billy Sunday On earth he won his fame. From out the gates thrown open A welcome committee drew, There were Miss Fitch, McKenney — All the teachers once we knew.

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J Marie Palmer and Ruth Creasy Work here with heart and head, Altho they flirted much of yore, They now must earn their bread. Maude Steele is an old maid as yet, Don ' t laugh! She is heart-sick; She had many a fellow long ago But by her they would not stick. Ah! Here ' s a girl who ' s happy In blissful married life, Ruth Slagle gave up long ago; She is a happy wife. Duck, friend. I know the villain. This aerial road-hog; ' Tis our old class aviator, The far-famed Roger Grogg. Again below your eyes do cast. Aha! I smell a mouse; There ' s speedy Bill, our long lost friend, Head of the old poor-house. There ' s Auburn ' s famous scientist; And tho she is a girl. The thoughts from Jessie Carnahan sprung Have set the earth awhirl. To every corner of the earth Spreads Jessie Moffet ' s fame; The greatest actress e ' er there lived, And greatest of her name. George Borst was once a ladies ' man, But now — sad to relate, George heads a young ladies ' school — poor things. They dare not have a date.

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Miss McGinnis and Miss Herron, Miss Mulvey, Miss Armstrong, Miss Mclntyre, and Miss Seiler Break from that heavenly throng. They throw their arms around him And their clutches on him set, Then draw him into Heaven — Jit Was always teacher ' s pet. Then I recall my lifetime struggles As hobo on the road. For I was one whd always held All earth as my abode. The meals I begged at kitchen doors, The kicks I took with zest, The soggy ground I trampled round E ' er I lay down to rest. The fellowship by roadside fire Which came at my behest; The sky o ' erhead, God ' s earth beneath- These riches were the best. But comrades, this is not yet come, And we have years to wait, E ' er we can tell how these poor words Miscalculated fate. — S. T. H.