Calaveras High School - Skull Yearbook (San Andreas, CA)

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A cinder settles in my eye, . I hail Doc MORSE careening by. He flourishes his handkerchee Demands a hundred dollar fee And gets .three-fourths of it at least When you are famed and I am fleeced. Down the street in a gay newstand, I catch a line from a foreign land. MELVIN LLOYD, minister to Rome, Speaks his voice in a certain toneg Has simply fired the world around If you're famed and I'm renowned, We take a bus to Santa Clare, HOWARD HATLER collects the fare While tiny ELDA across the aisle Displays a million dollar smile To TREEN who peddles popcorn 'round, Though you are famed and I'm renowned. Loud music beckons us in a door, WALT PODESTO still calms the roar With a reputation known in every cityg Beside him warbles our popular LOMBARDI, Those two have held the world profound You're not famed, nor I'm renowned. We blink our eyes at a tall trafhc Cop Using a whistle E, WINKLER,S not a flop, Now he hails a speedy goggled guy HOWARD LITTLE, bless my right eye! Thought the street a curving race course mound Yes, you're famed, but I'm not renowned! THE SKULL

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The band is playing in the Square A strangely unfamiliar air, We stay our steps to listen, and We hear announced-SEAR's Band But in LARAWAY,S toot the tune is drowned, You're sure you're famed and I'm renowned. The schoolbell rings, the lines troop in, We see the teacher dour and thing CLEO EKwALL! Bless my hat! That sparkling CLEO should come to that! Some things without a doubt astound, When you're famed and I'm renowned. We rashly taxi round the park, MERV. WINKLER-written on the ancient ark. When We behold MERVYN at the wheel, We tremble for our health and weal, But all he does is dent the ground With your famed self, and me renowned. Society goes purring past- There's Annie WINKLER, by none out-classed. There's SALLY and her poodle dogs! There's ROBERT in nifty golfing togs. There's OPAL, plump and smartly gownedl They bow and smile, for we're renowned. We take in STRUCKMAN'S matinee- MYRTLE is starring there today. Then Dancing DANNY holds the stage, Gay, debonair, despite his age, The public idol long since crowned- Tut! You're not famed, nor I renowned! THE SKULL .

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A peaceful church door bids us in, Sihing, we enter to avoid the din. Behold! High up so tall and fair BERT BLAKELY dressed in a reverend ai-r His hearers catch the saintly sound Not I, but he has become renowned! Thither far from common sight A tiny shop bedecked with posies bright, All glittering in the sparkling rays Behind a dainty counter EDITH says, Flowers for sale, so much per pound. Bless us all, we are renowned. We'll leave the future thoroughfares We'll quit the future balmy airs To be the you and I again, Whose years are only eight and ten, And with our class to graduate When you're not famed and I'm not great V THE SKULL