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

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 What’s this? We scarce can gaze at him for quaking— Li’l Crosby, a man’s man, a virile man— A man of might—of iron and steel (hairpins). Powell, you say? A speechless, silent ban Presides upon his Lingual Shrine of Sins Ensphering there the dignity of sphinx. Ah! Barnes, the reprobate, his gentle face— His sandy hair in neatly marcelled kinks Full well conceal that when he’s riled his place Is taken by a devil, a disgrace! And Lugsdin—rumor says he’s fast and swift Like Phoebus’ fiery steeds, but first let’s sift The matter to the bottom. Yes! the head Of the Yelie Institute stands there red A Yelie tempting—Yelie, Blake School jester! Ahem! last but not—pardon—little Chester—. —C. B. C. 15

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The Revue of 1920 Before our sweeping glance there looms first our Wee Perry Hoeffler, gentle, meekly mild And dulcet-toned—in future years will cower A jazzis band before his woodnotes wild. And Howard, bullock with an infant's face, Some coming scientists of this our race Will view his cracked skull preserved in vat And nodding say, “Beaned by a baseball bat!” Ah, Lightfoot Thorpe is next—he who dethrones Diana from her heavens—sure his bones Are all ethereal as phantom’s breath— His footsteps soundless as the toll of death. Josiah Willard now appears—have care, All ye beloved—not a word! Beware! To argue while Rome burns, his motto e’er. Aha! young Ol’ver Wendell Warsh’ngton Smith, our Psychologist so warmly pugilistic— Although his soul is sweet as a dew-kissed flower, His proud hairbrush betrays desires cpiite fistic. And Lindley, cherub with a heart of gold, Massages his sweet face with limejuice cold Each night (for his complexion), I am told. Ah! Rubins, such a busy little bee— He labors, labors, labors constantly, But always finds some time for naughty spree. And Clifford, tunnin', sweet, bold, ’ittle punner, d'he rounded contour of his swelling chest Betrays a mighty brawn—a brutish strength! ’ “Ah, yes! vaunts Carl, the Nash, “she's some li'l stunner! We wonder who she is to cause such zest And his account we censure at great length. The next is Jackie Winton—Jack—the same Under whose kindly patronage gum-making (And chewing) has attained a haughty fame. 14

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