Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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bad place an' saw a lot of ghosts an' t'ings, an' he saw double, fer he fought a dog had free heads, an,--oh, well, Dink, it wuz a sad case, an' I wuz so disappointed wid him fer gettin' half-seas over dat I passed him up an' didn' read any more about him, an' don't know wot became of him after he went to d' dogs. He's all right, but he won't do, see? Wot's it all about? did you say? Say, Dink, come 'ere, come 'ereg I'11 tell yer jes' wot a Senior said t' me about it. Say, I says, feller, tell me wot it's all about, any way. Jimseyf' says he, Hjirnsey, I don't know any more about it dan a rabbitg an' say, D0 you suppose, Jimsey, you could put me next to a 'handy 1itera1?' U

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giving de Great Original an' Only Genuine Representation of San Juan Hill. 4 Of course d' Spaniards an' Boers wuz licked and had t' trek their baggage over d' kopje to d' spotje w'ere d' victors said. But the grand finaly w'ich Wuzn't on the bill of fare, wuz a special exhibition of fire-works. Fer w'ile cl' men wuz at dis circus, an' d' women wuz - discussin' who wuz d' aut'or of David Harum, an'-w'y shirt waists was goin' out of style, d' ships got on Ere, but before de 'engines be- gan to play on de ruins of d' ships, an' d' ire lines wuz established, a big storm came up an' put it out, so d' game wuz called on ac- count of rain. Afterwards dey- left Sicily an' went to Italy. An' now, Dink, comes d' part' I don't like to speak- about. It's embarrassin'. Y' ought t' read it yerseli but you can't, an', as some feller said, If d' mountain won't come to Mahomet, w'y it's 'up to' Mahometj' so I'll explain. D' feller wot wrote d' story smoothed it over as much as he could, but de only way I can look at it is, dat in a moment of forgetfulness Eneas jes' common got loaded to d' brim, an' had a bad. case of d' willies, for he t'ought he went to d' f-1 M LET? Jes, common got loaded to d' brim.

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X 44, 'V I -' ,g5fp:?.g.-Lg.-A ' fa . ' ' - ' -,T 451- f 'P '- Pr-.gg-:':.,i: qv-5,2-'-L5 --, -- Y a '- 11 f' , ' :: E' f '--- 1. . ,f Xi, 2- ' AINAB14 1.11w.:q,-,-1.,gg.5.,,,,155j,,j5Q'q'-4-3157-Ap -'--- . V . . Y The Camping Party. BY ROBERT E. RICHARDSON. IILLUSTRATED BY S. JAMES Pxcxrarl ARDS before now have praised the woodland life, How that men there, removed from toil and strife And busy contention of this noisy world, With the banner of idleness far unfurled, Might seek refreshment, rest, recuperation, And by a long continued relaxation, Might well secure themselves 'gainst future ills, As surely as by taking Swamp Root Pills. Three urban youths, woo'd by these poets vain, Did lay their courses for a verdant plain. A lake, gem-like, within that vale was set, And there both fish and swimming they might get. They turned their foot-steps towards the northern star, And judged that tifty miles a distance far Enough was from their homes and anxious friends 3 So each his different path to that spot wends. One goes on horse-back 5 one upon the train, And one traced many a crooked country lane Upon his steed of steel, whose dash and fire Did oft excite its Wearied rider's ire. He of the train arrived upon a Sundayg The others reached the scene the following Monday. He of the train did 'drst set up the tent, A piece of canvas, o'er a rope it went Between two trees, which far enough apart From the leaf-covered earth to heaven did start. He cooked his supperg then as it grew dark,