Bayless High School - Oracle Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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Rogerisms 0NE THING about farmers' relief. It can't last long, for the farmers ain't got much more to be relieved of. It's easy to kid a big man, but you've got to look out for the little fellow. Communism to me is one-third practice and two-thirds explanation. I didn't know before I got there and they told me this-Rome, had Senators, Now I know why it declined. Any man that knows enough to say nothing always wins the admira- tion of those of us who feel that we can do the talking much better than he can anyway. The South is dry and will vote dry. That is, every one that is sober enough to stagger to the polls will. I know Englishmen that have had the same well-bred butler all their lives and they are just as rude as they ever were. I would like to stay in Europe long enough to find some country that don't blame America for everything in the world that's happened to them in the last fifteen year-debts, depression, disarmament, disease, fog, famine or frost bite. There ain't but one word wrong with every one of us in the world, and that's selfishness. Maybe my ancestors didn't come over on the Mayflower but they met the boat. But with Congress-every time they make a joke it's a law. And every time they make a law it's a joke. I wonder if this Aybssinian king could sue and get his dues back that he has paid into the League of Nations for protection. It's a grand old country but you can't live in it for nothing.

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ll-llomce On The Range Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam, Where the deer and the antelope play, Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. How often at night, when the heavens are bright With the lights from the glittering stars, Have I stood here amazed, and asked as I gazed If their glory exceeds that of ours. Oh, give me a home where the bright diamond sand Flows leisurely down the stream, Where the graceful White swan goes gliding along Like a maid in a heavenly dream, Then I would not exchange my home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play, Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. Home, home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play, Where seldom is heard a discouraging woru, And the skies are not cloudy all day. GIlfi07l-Ifit'ggFT