Franklin High School - Post Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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THE MOTHER GOOSE EDITIO OF THE POST MARGARET DIXON RUTH SMITH Oh that l was where l should he! l had n little lmhhy-llorsc, Then would l he where I am ,Xrttl it was tlapple grey: 'WU Its head was made of pea-straw, llut whcre l am T must he. 115 mil WM made of hay' ,Xntl where I wnultl he. I cannot. CARROLL PARKER MILDRED WETLE There was a little buy went into The dove Says coo. coo, what a barn, Shall I do? .-Xnd lay rlowu on some ha5: l can acarce maintain two. .Xu owl came out and flew alzout. Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I .Xntl the little hwy ran away have got ten. , .Xnd keep them all like gentle- men! 1 FLORA INGLEFIELD ELSIE XVl:BB h I I'll tell you a story ahout May Turn back, turn back, thou Morey, Scornful kmgmi .Xnd now my story's begun. -Url. wh lhy spurs till they hc l'Il tell you anmlier. about hei- 'llgllt ' hrother, .Xml nt-w my stury's clone, XVALTER LEFLER XZDITH SLOCUM Little Tom Twig bought a fine 1:5-te, Baby Hunting, bow and arrow, 1rm1,C,-'S gone aihunfmgh .Xncl what tlitl he shoot? XX'hy, a poor little Sparrow, Oh, fie. little Turn with your fine how and arrow, To get n little rabbit skin To wi-au thc- Ilahy Hunting in, Huw cruel to shout at a pour little slmri-tm. MARGARET DRAKE Little girl, little girl, xxhcre hate you been? .IESSIE MORRIS Ruclc-.X-lays, baby. thy cradle is Gathering roses to give to thc , grew? , Queen. l'atl1cr S a imhleman. mother S a queen: L'ttl ' l l'tl '-1. -l 1 ' . 'Shi I t C gn ll la gale ,Xntl Uetty S a larly. and wears a i gold ringz .Xml julmny'Q a tlrummer, and tlrurne for the king. .Um She gave me a tliamontl as hig as my shoe. . 21

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THE MOTHER GOOSE EDITION OE THE POST GLENN SAVAGE ' RALPH HIGGINS .Xt the siege of Bclleisle, Fur every evil under the sun, I was there all the while, There is a remerly, or thcre is All the while, all the while, mme' At the siege of Igelleicle If there be one, seek till you ' ' find it: If there he mme, never mind it. LOUISE DEAN Says the linle girl to the little RQSALIA STRUZNIK hlly. XVhat shall we do ? Rmg around 3 mslej Says the miie my ri, me little -X 'WUC lfulllof Imm- girl, .Xll the girls in our town, UI will kiss youf' Ring for little Rosie. DON BAIRD . . . . , MARGARET METCALF Multiplication ie vcxatiun, Invision is inet Hg had: Sxicet Maggie had a little bird, The Rule nf Three perplexes me, Md hcolfheu was h'5 name- And Practice drive: me madl And on her hand he used to sit, He was so very tame. HILDA DITTO The man in thc wiltlernees asked FRANCES BURNS mv, Dourlle doodle rlon. the Princess Huw many strziwhcrrics grew in lost her Shoe? U10 SN? Iler Highness hopped-the fid- I answered him, as I thought fuer Smlmedf good, Nm knowing what to do. As many 219 rezl herrings grew in the wuotl. ROLANDO DAVIS Bryan O'l.in had no hrecches to THEO VONDER HELLEN wear l so he bought him li chcclwkin Little Ho-Peep has lust her sheep, and madt him 3 mu.-' ' Anil can't toll where to find XYith the skinny sirle ont, and them: 11,8 woolly Side gn- Leave them alone, and they'll 'xxh ha. umm a- win-mx sam Comclmmc' Iii-yan 0'I,in, Wagging their tails behind them.

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THE MOTHER GOOSE EDITION LESTER SMITH One very pleasant Sunday, Said John to jane, Unless it rain, Tumoi-my will he Monday. ORVILLE TYLER Hark! hnrk! The clogs do hark. The beggars have come to town: Some in rags, and some in tage, ,Xnd some in velvet gowns, FRED HUTCHINSON XYhen little Ifrcd was called to hed, He always acted right: he kissed Mamma, And then Papa, anrl wished them all good-night. PAULINE WINN Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on And we'l1 all have tea. EVELYN MORRISON Sing, sing, what shall I sing? The ,cat has ate the pudding- qu-ing: Du, do, what shall I do? The eat has hit it quite in tum, AIM 22 ., OF THE POST STANLEY SMITH Needles and pins, needles and pins, XYhen a man marries his trouble hegins. OPAL MARTIN Little Polly Flinders sat among the cintlcrs, XVarmin,q hex' prclty little toes! Hci' mother came and caught: her, a n d w h 1 11 p e tl her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothe'-. LUCILLE TRENARY lley, ditlcllc, cliddlei the cat and thc fiddlcl The cuw jumped rivet' the moon. The little dog laughed to see such craft: And the dish ran away with the spoon. HAROLD CLEVER Old father Grey Heard, llfithout tooth or tongue: If yuu'll give me your finger, Illl give you my thumb. VIVIEN DAVIS fnck at douflle doo! My dame has lost hui- shoe, My mastcr's lost his fiddling stick .Xnrl clon't know what to dn. -- Dt