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

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T E N D E R F E E T fDEDIcATED T0 THE INTERMLDIATESW Cattle on the stampede, Yells along the Trail Old hands a-cussing- Unless signs fail, Trouble is a-Coming, Things began to hum, For, holy smoke, The tenderfeet have come! Crowding ,round the wagon, Eating all the chuck, If they leave you cold beans, You can call it luck. Fresh as paint they slap you, Even Call you Helium, For, great scott, The tenderfeet have come! Mussing up the bunk-room, Throwing things around- Got your cot and pillows- You can use the ground- They ask a million questions Till your brain is numbg For, heaven help us, The tenderfeet have come! Give them plenty riding, Send them through the brush T oughen up their feet, and Keep them on the rush. Now their training,s over, It has been a treat. VVhat's a Trail drive without A bunch of Tenderfeet? 5

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