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

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A THANKSGIVING DAY TRAGEDY Another piece of meat, Willie cried, I'1l still have room for the pie! No one can eat any more than I. - So he ate meat, and he ate the bread, Mashed potatoes and Cranberries, too. And then he got a tummy ache, It pained him through and through. All night mad turkeys chased him, Huge pumpkins rolled clown hill. A mighty turnip pounced on him. It scared the life out of Wm. And When a big mince pie With a frowning face Perched on the foot of his bed, And said, l'It's time for you to say grace, Poor Willie Went out of his head. , It was then they called the doctor in They thought poor Will Would die, But the old man merely shook his head, Boys will eat too much pie. By Thelma Miller

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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

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PAUL REVERE Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, Who fled away from the temple dark, When two lights cried, - The British Embarkf' Up and to arms the Redcoats are here! Was the famous cry of Paul Revere. Into Lexington nis tired horse strode As the sun's 'raysshone as banners of gold., He knocked on doors and banged on walls As sleepy dwellers replied to his Calls. The Minute Men were waiting seventy strong 'when the British arrived in a multiplied throng Th' Regulars fired, killing a few, But the Yanks replied with a shot that hurled, The sound of the battle all over the world. That was the beginning of the famous feud-, That was to lead to freedom so new. While framed in our hearts so dear, Is the honored name of Paul Revere. By William Lynch, Sixth Grade Paul Comulada, Seventh Grade