Daniel Baker College - The Trail Yearbook (Brownwood, TX)

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There comes, close behind him, Miss Gerland, so straight. Who bats not her eye when she tells you your fate. Her firm-set chin and cold, measured stare Are enough to make one crouch in despair. But no truer friend can the girls ever find Than their supervisor—so sympathetic and kind. Now “Hipke and Dawson” inseparable are; Shake some of their Yankee speech out of our way. So they wont be offended at the satire I throw. My rhyme will not be complete in the least. If I include not the academy before I have ceased. Mr. Hart is one of the ablest of profs. At your ignorance, he rails; at your wisdom, he scoffs. Nor must I fail to mention before we’ve dispersed Mr. Nearing, of course, startles all with his wit; And Mrs. Miller already has scored quite a hit. Mrs. Morris is quiet, but paints lots of things. And little Miss Hardy—just hear how she sings! Last, the teacher of English has genius so rare But if the freshmen a comma o’er look. She cries in disgust, “Well, get out your book!” Yet if ever to rhyme any student aspires, Don’t make this your model—that’s all she desires.

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TTv nil ■ v j Oj2 Q Attntljrr IFahU' fm fflritira (With apologies, of course, to Lowell.) Oh, listen, ye students, to the had rhyme I’ve been spinning. To the story which in D. B.’s Faculty had its beginning. The freshest of all from the breezy north came. From Missouri to Texas—young Kendall by name. “V. V.’s” eyes, to be sure, look soulfully cool, But once he’s talked chemistry, you know he’s no fool. His crony Kentucky must claim for her own. But if Prof. Taylor one joke ever said. Our President, too, is a Kentucky-bred man; For our dear alma mater he does all he can. Before Dr. Thompson tried Daniel Baker to rule. He didn’t know there was such a school! To the college whose “spirit” great wonders has wrought. Next comes the Dean of the College—A. E. His very importance on his face you can see. He will quote by the hour every catalogue rule. The Dean’s very fond of the light-headed guy Who reads with solemnity, but smiles with his eye; For though Dr. Greer teaches Bible with ease. He’s not any “high-brow” or snob, if you please. As dear to the college as the last two I’ve named. Is Mr. Mackay, who should make us ashamed Of our inelegant manners and bourgeois ways, (Provided he’s warm enough—that’s his one “craz Another Mc”we have on our great fa-ul-ty Whose “hobby of hobbies” is ped-a-gog-y. If some of his students enthusiastic appear. He brings them a lecture on the instinct of fear.

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 (Contentment . B. Greer Which holds in store for you no peace of mind? All that poor soul of yours would care to find? Why care to be the one who leads the fray. Is not the praise for helping save the day Why sigh and grieve from morn till eve. For worldly wealth and power, praise and fame? For when at last we die, all this we leave. So peace and joy, my friend, you’ll never find Outside the utmost bounds of your own mind.