Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Equestrian. BY WILLIAM HOYT WORRELL. AID Satan once to Willie Jones Your ruddy cheek is palingg A youth like you Who bones and bones In health and strength is failing. The midnight glim, O do not burn, Don't Work so hard, I pray youg Those marks that you so hardly earn Will never half repay you. In touring Greece and Rome, pray Why Display such abnegation? Why journey footsore always, tie! And scorn free transportation? NOW, listen-I Will bring around A cure for all this evil. He strikes the ground with thundering sound And mountainous upheaval. Forth springs, With mane and armor rough, A mighty foaming charger, Big as Ulysses' Wooden bluff- To Willie it seemed larger.

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H I mean 'Babyf of course, returned the professor, deigning no reply to her question. Sir, she replied, slowly and with dignity, I am Miss Ethelyn Goodwilly. I am sometimes called 'Baby ' but only by my most intimate friends. I presume that you are Mr. Goodwilly, my guardian. ' Mrs. Mothring fell in a heap on the flannel. The pep- perment was dropped and trickled harmlessly over the car- pet. The dolls rode on the hobby horse Qon the floorj While the jumping-jack performed for their amusement. The professor recovered himself nrst, and he voiced the senthments of alL as he sahL YVelL I think I prefer Miss Ethelyn Goodwilly to a Baby. .y.. lu- MD, li A S5 ' GRADUATES.

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Now, mount, my boy, says he, and ride And give him rein and jackspurg Says Willie, sitting Well astride, Some day I'll pay you back, sir? G'lang, he says, and swats the horse O' side 0' his proboscisg And horses don't like that, you know- At least that's what my pa says. Bluffer g'lung-that is, he Went- But in his soulful eyes, sir, Were Writtten mute astonishment, Reproof, and mild surprise, sir. Along the thorny, rocky Way Old Blufter goes a flyin', Says Willie, kind a laughin', Say, This scheme is Well Worth tryinlf' He jumps high fences, climbs steep hills, And fords the turbid rivers, While Willie's spine With terror thrills, And throws him into shivers. Thus every day does Willie ride O'er rough and rocky courses, Where verb forms loom on every side, The dread of all but horses. Before our hero scarce can think The journey truly ended, The beast stops short before the gate Of June, says Willie, Splendid! Back in the Woods I'll tie you up, Without a soul a' knowin' Pve ridden, till the rest come up A puffin' and a bloWin'.