Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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A Highland Lover. BY G. H. C. O ye ken the bonnie lassie, The bonnie lass called Mary? I am her aine braw-laddie And she's ma aine wee- fairy. They say she has no beauty, But the blueness of her een Makes me think of God's aine heaven When there's no' a dark cloud seen I was so vera bashfu' That I couldnal tell the lass How ina heart would leap with love When'er we chanced to pass. In dreaming of her pretty Ways, I oft would feel fair seek To think she would na' marry me Because I could na' speak. Ane day I thought upon a plan, And wandered on the brae, There I found a bunch of Lads-love . For my lass so blithe and gay. Sma' Jamie took the bonnie flowers And gave them to ma Mary. She was standing in the doorway Of -her Inother's shining dairy. Hesaid she took the blossoms, And her smile Was glad to see- 'Twas a Wee bit bunch 0, Hearts'-ease That the lad brought back to me.

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1 'cause heh little boy Jerome dun got married, an' one day when she was a-sittin' in her doah, Mister :Frome he come up with his wife, an' says he, 'Lois, dis here am Mammy Jane! An' she, yo' blessed mother, honey, she put her arms roun' my neck and kissed me an' sez, like de angel she is: ' I want you to like me an' to be good to me like you been to j'rome.' , Mammy's eyes beamed at the remembrance of that happy day, and she held baby closer. V f'Yes, Baby Lois, she added, you will hab the same blue eyes an' pretty curls an' kindly Ways dat yo' mother hab got, an' bless de Lord! you -will hab de same sweet sou1.?' . 'rn'

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The Tale of Tipsey Watts. BY LAURA HICKOX. IILLUSTRATED BY CARL S. LANDGRARI T will be a new way of doing it, she said. Besides being no end of fun, he an- swered. And see here, Alice, let's not be bothered with any luggage at all. And wear the same things from one end of the month to the other? No, sir ! Well, I won't tote a valise around. We can take a trunk and have plenty of room. If we ever want to pack in a hurry we can just sling things in and save timef' a remark illustrating both the young man's foresight and his laziness. And then, Tom, I must take Tipsey, too. Think how lonely he would be, and besides, ,he ought to get a breath of his native air once more before he dies. He's not young, you know, if he is small. No, he's too experienced to be youthful. I'll furnish a bird cage for him. This conversation was delivered in low tones in Alice Bur- nett's front parlor. Then followed an animated perusal of an ocean time-table, but in the midst of it the door opened, and for some reason the time-table took refuge under the sofa, and the pair were engrossed in a discussion concerning the pickles served at a certain luncheon. Down in the cabin was the baggage of Mr, and Mrs. Thomas Watts, Manchester, England, and up on the deck of an ocean steamer bound for India, Mr. and Mrs. T. W. were waving a last farewell to the chimneys of Liverpool. . You see, Alice, I'm bound for London on a business trip. And Pm at Cousin Florence's for a week. Won't mamma