Covington High School - Lest We Forget Yearbook (Covington, KY)

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I could see the rose on each ruddy cheek As she blushingly hung her head, And declared that she, too, loved me, And of course some day we should wed. And then, all was dark for a minute, And I rubbed my eyes to see I was gazing on the old churchyard S0 dear to my memory. I could see the graves of my loved ones gone, Then some unseen hand led the way And showed me a grave with a little white stone VVhich bore that dear name May, Suddenly that vision vanished, And I opened my weary eyesg And I lay still, gazing upward, Yes, even beyond the skies. I felt that she was near me, And my soul grew perfectly calm: A peace seemed to settle o'er me, A soothing and healing balm. I was glad that I had known her, That she had been a part of my lifeg And I felt as if I were better prepared To encounter this old world's strife. XTERTNER DEUPREE, '1o. wx- Qxbll Wf- iise i A oe. f I I , fi? , c I l? f lyjtf I sim es my Bukrl Ball t 53 ,AA

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A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM On a cool lUlClSLlIT1IT1CI S evening, In the woods where I used to roam, I lay on natureis carpet And dreamed of my old, old home. I could see that dear old cottage Partly hidden by the treesg I could see that peaceful, moonlit lake, And feel the soft summer breeze. I could see the grown folks on the porch, The children at their play, And I saw that I was one of those Who romped till the close of day. I could see them all so clearly It seemed as if 'twere but to-day, That I had grown so wondrously bold And proclaimed my love to May. She was only a dear little maiden of ten, And I but a few years her senior, But she was the idolized queen of my life, And my one aim was to win her. I saw her beneath that old apple tree, The sun dancing on her curls, When I declared so solemnly That I didnit like other girls. That I had always thought they were silly, And not half so nice as a boy, Until she had changed my idea of things, And made a nuisance a joy. C525

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JULIUS CAESAR. Mammy, am I named aftah a' great a man as Geo'ge Washington White, or Abraham Lincoln Coleman, or Napoleon Johnson is F H Course yo' is! The shiniest of black faces, that was ever lit up by two rows of unconcealed teeth and two sparkling eyes, beamed over the ironing board at the pair of breeches, at the bot- tom of which protruded two dusky feetg and at the other end a red shirt and two big round wistful eyes, set in a small round face, were most conspicuous. 'Deed yo' is! Julius Caesah wah de greatest man dat eber libed. An' I done gib you dat entitle- ment 'cayse I'd nevah been called nuth'n 'cept jes' plain 'Happyf on de count 0' mah smil'n all de time. An' yo' daddy, he wah jes' 'Ole Ike'g an' I done say to him fo' yo'se bohn datnour chillun's done gwiue hab mo' noblier cognomens den what we got, an' so yo' Julius Caesah Jones. 'K But Geo'ge Washiiigton Wliite say de gen'al dat he's named aftah done weah a big hat wid a plume, an' hab a jeweled swo'd, an' gold buttons, an' ride a big white hoss, an' lick a nuddah gen'al all to pieces, dat wuz a rid'n down de road on a little ole gray mule, an' dat made him de father ob dis yeah country. Abraham Lincoln Coleman, he say he done named aftah de man dat made us free, an' dat he wuz de biggest man dat eber libed. An' Napoleon R. Johnson's named aftah de greatest ob all gen'alsg an' he knows, cuzz his sistah, Lida Mae, she done studied it all at de high schoolg an' he knows jes' how ole Gen'al Napoleon done had an awful fall, an' he wa'n't much 'count aftah dat. Say, mammy, what wuz Julius Czesah? The iron came down with a thud. VVhy, honey, he wuz a play-act'n' man. Am dat bery much? Dey don't weah no fine close, an' big hats, an' hab gold swo'ds, do dey ? Happy looked admiringly at the linen and wiped the perspiration from her face. 'K 'Deed dey do weah fine close, an' dey libe in de theatah, what's all 'lectric lights, an' cush'n seats, an' folks done hab to pay i545