Bourne High School - Canal Currents Yearbook (Bourne, MA)

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THE HIGH SCHOOL ECHO. THE SKA-(;ULL. One morn, as 1 sat by my window O’er looking the dark blue sea, I fancied I saw a sea-gull Come over the water to me. He brought me a message from far off shores, Of lands beyond my reach. And told me of ship-wrecks and storms he had seen. While flitting along the beach. He told me of people from distant climes. And the rocky capes he had found ; But said, “The best places for sea-gulls On Cape Cod do abound. “There are rocky capes and ridges Stretching from shore to shore : There are sandy beaches and sheltered bays And islands by the score. “The gunners never molest us, And our nests can never be found ; So that is why the sea-gull On Cape Cod flits around.” G. F. H. GENERAL WOOD, ALIAS FIGHTING DOCTOR. Do you wish for a story of war, boys ? A story of war and chase ? Then draw your chairs up to mine, boys, And keep quiet a little space. ’Twas in the wilds of Arizona, boys. Where some of our soldiers were sent. To quiet the tribe of Apaches, boys, Who on bloodshed and mischief were bent. There was one of our little party, boys. Who was meant for a soldier’s life. And though he came as surgeon, boys. Had a place in all battle and strife. They called him “Fighting Doctor,” boys. And well he deserved the name ; For he would fight like a fiend or demon, boys While a trace of the foe remained. And when one of the Indian braves, boys. The most fearless one in the tribe. Escaped from the reservation, boys. And spread havoc on every side. Why, what did our soldier do, boys, Hut fearlessly say he’d go ; And though no one else could have done it, boys. He would bring back Geronimo. So across the United States, boys. To the mountains of Mexico, Went one little party of six, boys. On the track of (ieronimo. O ' er i erilous steeps and passes, boys, The temperature, one hundred and ten. Still went our “Fighting Doctor,” boys. And his plucky party of men. And when the journey was ended, boys. They had gone two thousand miles ; But Geronimo was taken, boys With all his tricks and wiles. You ask who this hero was, boys? Was that what I heard you say? Why, he’s Gov’nor of Santiago, boys, A hero still to-day. He was bred on the Pocasset shore, boys. As poor as any of you, Vet this only goes to show, boys. What Cape Cod sand can do. E. F. H. A Voice in the Dark. — “Mamma, please gimme a drink of water; I’m so thirsty.” “No ; you’re not thirsty. Turn over and go to sleep.” A pause. “Mam- ma, won’t you please give me a drink? I’m so thirsty.” “If you don’t turn over and go to sleep. I’ll get up and whip you !” Another pause. “Mamma, won’t you please gimme a drink when you get up to whip me?” — Tit-Bits. The Worm vvas up Late. — A father was lecturing his son on the evils of staying out late nights and rising late in the morning. “You will never succeed,” he said, “unless you mend your ways. Remember the early bird catches the worm.” “And what about the worm, father?” said the young man, sneeringly, “Wasn’t he rather foolish in get- ting up so early?” “My son,” said the old man, “that worm hadn’t been to bed at all ; he was only getting home.” T he young man coughed.

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