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

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THEBUCYRIAN H 1918 IlllllllIllllllIlllIllllllIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIllllllllllIIIIlllllllIIIIllllllllllllIllllllllllllllIllIllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllll And--dear me! What's this I see? It's Margaret Mountieth Marvel Monnette T CThe famed suiragettej Calmly lighting her gold cigarette. And back in Bucyrus At the Vassar of the West , Profs Quaintance and Heckler Are doing their best. Counting the eyelids as they fall Hazille and Grace, roaming the hall Steal sundry glances' . . .Swipe various dances At the Four Hundred- of GlenVille's ball. And Gordon Painterly Dauberquick ,J ex With much animation Some hesitation. Dutifully, beautifully, georgeously decks -The faces of peeresses, Heiresses, Seeresses, In the style the young lady selects J. Jinglejack Hunt is unusually blest p For he ably fills - Besides pockets and tills The treasurer's post at the Old Woman's Rest. Miss Rogers was assailed one day By a handsome man from far away And with manner so neat Deception so sweet G He carried her-necklace away , Marguerite Muchinprint Amazonian Jordon Has unhappily followed the style set by Gordon For, leading her girls with a gun that was loaded' Where tin sabers clashed ' -- Wheredark -glances flashed Her Powder took fire and exploded But General Pink's condition is better, 'tis said Since she's nursed now by Shupp a VVho gave her hot soup And no doubt she'll soon be dead. . Misse,s'Ackerman, Albright, Fisher and Coe Have followed their leader through sandstorm and snow But now that she's failing - , r They've set up a wailing For they don't know where to go And Lillian Yaussey the fierce commissarian Has prepared 'a diet, most vegitarian So up-spake sergeant Beer, who was a fighting maid To stern old Colonel Bacon who was general Jordon's aid, , G We girls don't like the eats 'We want sweet meats, candied treats or we wont fight lllllllllllllIll!llllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIlllllllllIlllIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIllllllIlllllllllIllllllllllllIIIIIllIIIIIIIllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllIIIllllIIIllllllIllIlllllIIIIIlllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllIlllIllIlllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllll 12-A I