Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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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'.

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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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He hides the horse. All Wearily On foot come Payne and others, Says C. E. V., How can this be You so outstrip your brothers? ff dc l Cf QQ -' M If fri w ,gi f' 1 6 awk XX s Wy ,f i X ,lx X kj 1 r , lfvll What on this journey did you see To make it Worth your While, sir, Give nie the parts of qrugyvfrf- I fear your Work is vile, sir. And did you pluck the flowers that grow Along the road-side? U Palin', Says he, I had no time, you know, For I came through a sailin'. So? says C. V., 'tis clear to me This journey you'll retrace, sir. Much pleased I'll be next year to see You sitting in your place, sir.