Columbus School for Girls - Topknot Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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TOP-KNOT Columbus School for Girls Spring May The world is covered with flowers in It is May, spring, And the big ones are dancing, And the trees have buds and the birds And the little ones are prancing, all sing, Around the Maypole gay. And the children dance and play, And they are happy all the day. CAROLYN J Amos, Form Two The Spring Song Spring, spring, spring, is here, Happy spring is here. The birds are singing in the trees, Happy spring is here. MARY BELDEN, Forgn Two lu The Spring Tulips in the sunshine Blossom in the spring, Birds a'hopping in the trees Make the children sing. JEAN M. REEDER, Form Three VIRGINIA TICE, Form Four The Blue Jay The Blue Jay's blue, He's a stout old fellow, He sings all day his cheery note, He sings and sings to the heart of the spring, He's a cheery old fellow, I know. SUZANNE ARMBRUSTER, Form Three Cotton Miss Cotton is a Fairy Queen In her white dress trimmed with green, To other children everywhere She sends such pretty clothes to wear. VIRGINIA POWELL, Form Four X6 K' 4 vc Iii 'ffl' Q im I 5 ' f will iv- I f 4129 so f 'i prir-fe 5:2 Q 'r C-E Q ig. . E271

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TOP-KN01' Columbus School for Girls The Daffodil Tea Cup I wish I had a tea cup just like a daffodil, But no man can make it with quiet enough skill. A pretty yellow cup and a pretty little frill, A pretty yellow saucer to make the daffodil. ELEANOR MCCLOSKEY, Form Five The Fairies The little dwarfs are black as ink, The fairies are all dressed in pink, The brook goes flowing into towns, Where the fairies buy their gowns. Where all the grass is growing green, There the dwarfs are always seen. The turtles run along the grass, Where the fairies have their mass. At the seaside the fairies play, It is there they have a time most gay. VIRGINIA STARK, Form Four The Snowflakes The sky was dark and dreary, The snow was falling fast, And the limbs of the trees were weary With the snow that was falling past. Why don't you stop to see us? Said the trees to the falling snow, Perhaps you would like to join us And over us lightly blow? The snowflakes merrily answered, We've journeyed from late last night From the land where our dear kind princess Sits dressed in dazzling white. BETTY LUPHER, Form Six E261

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TOP-KNOT Columbus School for Gzfrls Z l,l E lUlle Me Poem I sits me down before me desk, And takes in hand me quill. We 'ave been told to write a poem: So write a poem I will. Sez I to meself, Why IS a poem? And, Why must we compose 'em? Then I glances down at me empty page, Me mind might well be frozen. U I sits, and then I 'eaves a sigh, I tries me best to think. An idea 'its me -- I takes me quill And dips it in me ink. And so I writes a hectic poem, And then I reads it through, Once is enough- I tears it up, And sits there - feelin' blue. The next day comes. Me poem-non est, Nothin' could be worse. So all I hands in is a sheet of paper, And calls it just blank verse. REBECCA E. CUMMINS, 1923 l 28 l