Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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The Fall Thereof. BY G. H. C., 1900. HE library iire was burning low. ' We were alone-Phyllis and I, Watching the shadows come and go And the falling embers die. ' 'The picture in the ire, I said, Is a maiden fairer than a rose, r In a dreamy gown of crimson red. I ,7 One of your old flames, I suppose. And so the muse my lady banish'd- I turned to kiss the little sinner, But, with a low laugh, she had vanish'd ' And there was james, announcing dinner

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QMassive structure, tall, impressive D And two nights of stairs ascending, Heard a sound of sad forebodingf Heard the bell, the tardy signal: But alas! Among the Seniors One familiar face was missingf One desk vacant in room forty 1' 'Twas the Visage of our hero, 'Twas' the desk of our friend Bobby-7 He the darling of the poets, He the pride of all his teachers. Where, you wonder, is our hero With-his spectacles rnost learned, With his hair, oh! so poetic, With his smile beyond description? on this same bright winter's morning- Came great trouble on poor Bobby, Came great swelling and excrescence. And he rose with strange sensations, , Strange sensations that the mumps bring Had the mumps upon the left side, Had the mumps upon the right side, And the mumps had he on both sides. And besides this great protub'rance, And besides this mighty swelling, Bobby had another sorrow, . And his pain and grief were doubled By the advent of some molars- Of his longed-for teeth ,of Wisdom, But, alas, no longer longed for. K And they brought with them such anguish That he wished them where they came from Thus, a week, our Bobby suifered, And he went no longer schoolward. Now, I answer, hence this epic, Hence this tale of great affiictiong Hence this solemn tale of trouble,- Tale of trouble and misfortune, And of grievous agitation.

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The Fall of Thomas Jefferson. A sronv. BY ROBERT E. RICHARDSON. IILLUSTRATED BY S. JAMES PICKEI1-.1 N all probability, the man best known to the good people ot Gorton, and most respected by them, was Mr. Atherton Adams, Jr. He was a man of the most upright goodness, oppressively good, in fact. He was a church member, and a teacher in the Sunday School. He belonged to every charitable organization of which the village could boast. To add to his joys he had a most charming wife, also, he owned a dogg and thereby hangs a tale. Mr. Atherton Adams, Sr., was a man of about fifty. Born on a farm near Gorton, he had, as soon as he had made his pile, returned thither to spend the remainder of his days. To keep his hand in, as he expressed it, he had opened a law oflice, and employed his son, Atherton, Ir., as clerk. The position was a sinecure, for law was, happily, an almost unknown quantity in Gorton. The day had been most unbearably hotg but, as evening drew on, a cool breeze sprang up. Mr. and Mrs. Atherton, Ir., sat on the front porch, and took full advantage of the coolness. A stillness, unbroken save for the chirping of the crickets, settled round them, and the rising moon poured its silvery light over all. But, suddenly, the almost sacred hush was fractured by a series of long, melancholy howls. High, keen and piercing, they rose and fell in undulating cadences, finally shading off into silence. At the iirst sound Mrs. Atherton, Jr., grasped her husband's arm. O, Ath! she cried. What is that? Nothing but the dog serenading the moon, my dear, he replied calmly, although his nerves had received a severe shock.