Camp San Saba School - Trail Yearbook (Camp San Saba, TX)

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'Hue Ola gclwol qang There are times at night when the low lamplight Plays tricks with my tired eyes, That I see once more through a distant door The dream that day denies. How the hot tears start, and my harrowed heart Is pierced with poignant pang, As I backward gaze on my boyhood days, And I dream of the old school gang. There were John and me, and Henry and J. T. Percy, D. B. and Mill. A boy named Dick that I wanted to lick- I'm longin' to lick him still! Oh, the pranks we played, and the plots we laid, In our new-discovered slang! And the time we smoked till we coughed and choked In the cave of the old school gang. In the cave at night where, pale with fright, Vlfe planned under pirate sails, That we'd drop our dead till the waves ran red- For dead men tell no tales! Yet the tales we told while our blood ran cold, And the artless songs we sang! And the bamboo poles by the fishin' holes Where I sat with the old school gang! Could my eyes behold, and my arms enfold Those childhood chums of mine, I would give my all and call it small, As pay for such joy divineg But those chums have flowng so I muse alone Where IVIem'ry's portraits hangg And I'd sell my soul if my lips could roll A call to the old school gang! -A. J. LEIFESTE, President of Student Body

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