Barnard School for Boys - Bric Yearbook (Fieldston, NY)

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Y f 'i 1 f-f ' 'GNWKD JS ,,,. Tl-lEl934BARN ARDBRIC Song Review My Home in Wyoming ..,.... The Last Roundup .......... The Man From Harlem ........ Spin a Little Web of Dreams ............. Sitting on a Log, Petting My Dog ........ Your Such a Comfort to Me .............. Over Somebody Else's Shoulder ...,..... In Other Words Were Through ..,...... One Minute to One .......,.................. Throw Another Log on the Fire ..,...... We Belong Together ...,.................... After Sundown ......... Music Makes Me .............,........ You Ought to be in Pictures ........................ ...... Did You Ever See A Dream Walking? ....... ...... Lil Faiella Graduation Black McManus on the honor Arns Economics History Quiz Valedictory Speech Mr. Geyer's Whistle The oil burner is broken Hunter and Ferris Senior Prom Kanovitch Rolph Ehrhardt , 1-,...1:v. -.,-:pa-N IO

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,-.,i..:.-..,.. f .7.. ..TL44'gl4.l', .7 W7 li , boat struck a biG RIFF IN sight of an island. Through a telescope they saw A DAMSEL WAY out on the island. Beck said, I wonder if she will hear me iFAIELLAt her. She did and came in another boat to tow them FREE So they could continue their trip. When they arrived home, our dog lucKIE RAN out to meet them. Instead of reading the works of such men as BRYant, my son reads the latest novels by the buSHEL. DON't jAFFEel sorry for him? He read one by that convict auTHOR, PEnned in prison and is writing the autHOR TO-Night for his autograph. He listens to all the detective stories on our remote contROL PHilco radio. He is a regular rah-rah boy. There is nothing that he likes to do more tHAN RAH ANd rah and rah at some DENNIS player or at a ball-player BUNTING down third base line. Then when it comes exam time he has to CRAM, SAYing that he is behind in his studies. Over in the pool-room you can hear him singing both tenor anD ALTO Nightly with his gang, and how they cavort through YonkerS, N. Y., DERbies, spats and all. I remember when I was in school we had to wEHR HART collars, but I doubt if that VOGE 'L ever return. Yours very truly, Mr. SCHULTZ. P.S.: I do wish all his wayward ways would stoP. O, WELL, we all hate to be BOST, WICKed aS WEE NY always are. Tl-lEI934BARNARDBRIC

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Tl-lEl934BARNARDBRlC The Power of Music XL 7 Music, says the poet, tends To sooth the savage beast. Violins with dulcet tones Are line, to say the least. Organs, tubas, saxophones, Harps and flutes, and oboes Drive away that ailment called The loboes in the goboes, Wlien my heart is full of woe And depressions got me, Wlien my marks reach a new low And the teachers swat me Then I seek my easy chair Twirl the little dial, Glad to flee from memories Of Consoli and Ryall. This has always been my plan, it Drives away my worry, Wlien my knees begin to sag And my eyes get blurry. Music soothes the tiger wild He sleeps upon the spoor But not the singing of that guy Thats known as Billy Moore