Bucyrus High School - Bucyrian Yearbook (Bucyrus, OH)

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1918 T H E IllIlllllllllHlllllllllllIIIIIIIlllllllIllIlllIIIIllIIIIIIIHHHIIIIllllIIIIIlllllllllIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Illllllllllllllll IHII I II I Illllll ll Ill III IIII llIHIIIIIIllIIllIlllIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIlIIIIIIHIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Class Prophecy One day I fared unluckily For Mr. Borden said to me, You have the Job Of prophecy But not being glfted I naturally drifted To Terrence O'Reilly, Patrick McFee Who prophecied Well Prophecied swell For a small insignificant fee,- I stopped at his home Neath his sandpaper dome And rang his fur bell Till the sandpaper fell And he came out of his black inky Well, ' I Scared most to death I screamed in one breath, Listen, you grafter I Want a prophecy done Yes sir! I'm after an. A number one. All right, says he I Give your list to me And in my magic mystic glass I'll read the future of your class. ' I Now pay the closest attention to me And with pencil and paper Eraser and scraper Ahliyrite down What my orange eyes see. I There's Wilcaox and Messner and little Hammaker riminals all Short and tall- 1 A preacher, a teacher a Wedding cake baker a A grafter, a, rafter, a diminutive faker. - And Socrates Neff, Bless his learned soul ,Making Pink ink In.an aluminum bowl And overTlEs mammothh White-portaled door- e sign over ead o Painted in red ' Says Neff, Ivan Graham, and Flohr. Within Mr. Sullivan The manager squirms . ' Raking the jack From other poor firms. Off to oneside Misses Benton and Clark Wfltlllg epistles I To mms Florerunners of missiles W ose products are dark. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIllIllIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllIIIIlllIIlllIllIIllIIIIIIIIIIlllIIlllIllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllll I