Blake School - Reflections / Call O Pan Yearbook (Hopkins, MN)

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Pass on, and may the next be more relined Than this—who posed his picture—chewing gum! Pass on—to what? A low-browed brute! Put no—he's not so bad. lie is well-dressed, And isn't chewing gum, Don Ferguson. A forehead broad shines out before my sight: Much intellect is his, I ween. Who is't? All—sadly do I err—it is Frank Fletcher. Oh, what a blow, that there should be among The pictures of these boys, that of a bird! A night-bird, too—an owl! See those eyes! Pet rayed by his proboscis, I have guessed That it's a boy and not a bird, Lint Hanson. I'll not say aught about the Howard twins Frank’s flowery and owly; and Tom Shows no close kinship, juxtaposed with Frank. Next, Mills, with beauteous tie, though not so bad As that resplendent ribbon worn by Frank. Put Mills shows not his usual mulish laugh, Put scorns me. gazing. Yet 1 soon feel well Again for Mintener, Prad, has posed his best, And anxiously awaits approval from me. Xo, Brad, I will not praise you, no, not I, Though in your signature I see much practice. I can't sec why Jack Mulliken. because 1 le had a part most prominent this year, Should trv to imitate an actor here. lie's every inch an actor. My, it’s queer How often people look like what they aren’t. Oh, imbecile! Oh, little puppy-dog! Oh, Xewton, I)., Oh—well, they’re all the same. Ah, here's a boy who, anyway, looks lively; I wonder who it was that whistled for him; Peck should have paid attention to the camera. If I'd not seen the autograph of Rees, I’d think this was, in truth, some greasy Greek, Kin to a haggard haggler of the street. And Roberts, with his eyebrows raised in threat. Petrays the fact that the photographer Has offered argument in politics. Old Harlo prob'ly has the man so scared, He’ll get the picture free. Put not so, Vince; I see he’s been defeated, and at last Has grudgingly consented to be snapped. That's all of this most heterogeneous herd. I’ve tried to say some flattering things, although I f lemons were expensive, then this class Would be worth lots: but as it is---. Doc Johnson’s eyes again grew blear and dim, Fixed far away—and red around the rim. 15 D. X., T9.

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