Bucyrus High School - Bucyrian Yearbook (Bucyrus, OH)

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EBU-CYRIAN 1918 T H Y' IlllllllmIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIHIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllIlllllIIIIIIIlllllllIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIllllIIIIIlllllIIIIHIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIUIIIIIIIII II IHIHH IIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIII This darkghcold allxlglbtf her brawny h d ' el Bacon, W1 3 W I an Then Sala C01Q?AttentiOny Mi? ,Bfprg I fear ' been rin 1n , t l out di'0?fd7L?'ll loose your command. yIZ3agS13?ylDO-FOthY Lust and Mr. Hagold Flocken Were most happily We I tiousl fec- I on Inoue? 012191:-Eyed frsdm their patented stocken' And that dear dimpled darling Marce a Monnette To this veriy day I Tis strang 0 S-HY I n'it hooked a husband Yet . , I o sal s e Kind Persis is the mate, we're told Who led him to this life. . There's Eppley and Foulk and Halm 'and I-Iartline Grapes once upon the millionaire vine But J. Walter Michael, the Duke now of Luck 'With his gold pinchers, found them easy.to pluck He has now 'changed his home from Fifth Avenue Far up in the hills for a igliucqh better view And his wife st er With all her old skill Treats him quite fondly For a place in his will I And Miss Bonheur Bent, known every where is ,Has added more fame I w I, To her illustrious name . Bypainting the sensational Horse-scare p Lawyers Osborne and Lea In daily dispute Swear and refute With Mcis Carron and Fadden, they say Mercile Laughbaum now.I see Playing pianos, teaching sopranos In the musical city of Erie Misses Steiger and Temple were in the war zone Doing their work, unaided alone Whelfj Misses Auck and Benz seeing their plight ecided to go the very next night , Helen Hufnagle is the teacher severe Of sri-ized typewriting, unmarried I fear er assistant Miss Lubisky so mild Has never punished a single child. , Ella Meck and Miss Garvin are ,Bachelors of art And back in Bucyrus their knowledge impart And Miss Oberlander has the highest rating i For teachiing interior decorating. I IlllllllllIIIIlIIIlllllIllIIIllIllIIIIIllIllIIIlllllIIIIllIIIIllIllllIIIIIIIIIIllIIIllIIllIIIllIIIIIIIIlllIlIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllIIllIIIllIlIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll mm'

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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

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