Fishers Island School - Islander Yearbook (Fishers Island, NY)

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SWEET S-IXTEEN ' f I ought to get that evening wrap- Before it has been sold. I think I'll tint my dfmemg snoes From blue to shining gold. I That dance is surento be a peach 'Cause Mack is taking nie, I don't know when I will be home I better bring a key. I I wonder if Mack is wearing a tux? Which of my dresses shall I wear? l'll need a manicure I guess I I- I And something done to my hair. - I don't want any jewelry- A ring or two will do. I ' I don't look very good in pink. But I like blue, don't you? I think I'll not wear stockings-- It isn't being done. Oh, mum, I wish that you could go It's going to be such fun! By Nora Col l ings

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MY sUBJEcTs Typing is a subject, But it's also exercise. For strengthening the fingers, It's an exellent device. History is another one, Which is not so hard to learn, But sometimes it's so boring I have to stop and yearn. French one, it is a language For the beginners to begin: It is a pretty language, And not so hard to make sink in. Next We have geometry, Boy, how you have to think! You're always proving a table Congruent to a sink! Last of all comes English, A subject of great Worth. Youfre either studying sentences Or Silas, Zeus, and Gurth. ' by Richard Tobin

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MY LITTLE BROTHER. I'll tell you about my brother, He surely is an imp, For when he asks you questions, He often leaves you limp. He does. A round fat face, two big blue eyes A grin with one tooth missing: A dimple in his cheeks and chin, Mom thinks they're made for kissing. I don't. He's always into mischief, There's nothing safe at home. You put a pen or pencil clown, And it is sure to roam. It is. On the doors he paints the alphabet And leaves the ink to dry. When mother starts to scold him, He then begins to Cry. Pawdon mel He reminds me of a bear cub. As he goes down the hall, For when he does the hippety hop, His knees won't bend at all, They won't. These are only a few of his habits, l could tell you many another: I But when I see how some boys act, I won't criticize my brother, I Won't. By Thelma Miller