Franklin High School - Post Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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THE MOTHER GOOSE EDITIO OF THE POST GEORGE SCALES ROSALIE STRONG Ile she young, or he she nhl, Curly locks! curly locks, wilt For her beauty she must he wlnl. thou he mme? go fm-Q ym, WON, mv lady gay, 'lilmu shalt not wash dishes, nor . , , ' l ll .' X: XXe ll call again another rlay. ld feel lc sllnu lint sit on a cushion antl sew zx fine Qeam. .Xml feed upon strawberries, Nugar and cream! ELVA PULLEN Pat-a-cake, pat-3-cake, l:aker's AUDREY FREFMAN man! ' Make mg- 3 Cake' 1,5 fmt as ym, Oh mlear, what can the mattcr he? can, ,luhnny'S so long at thc fair, l'atvit, and prick it, annl mark it llc promised tn buy me a hunch Wllll 1, of blue ribbons Put it in the oven for Tommx' , 'l'u tie up me honny hrnwn hair. and mc. DEWITT BASKETT HELEN TEMPLE l.ittlc drops of water. Curralmo, Curr clhoo, Mal-ce the mighty ocean Little grains of szmrl. Love mc, and Vll love you, .Xml the wondrous land. MARGARET GRUBBS IEANNETTE HALL To market, tu market, llless you, hle-SS you, hurny-beeg To buy a penny bun. Say. when will your werlrling bc? Home again, home again, lf it he to-morrow day, Market is done. Take vour wings and fly away, LAWRENCE LOVEGREN HELEN HANCOCK Yankee llnotllc went to town. There was la :weet lady lived Upon a little pony, Wulf fl lllllf HC Stuck Z, feather in M5 hat' .Xml if whe's not gone, she lives ,Xml called at Macaroni, 'e L' tml 5 l

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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

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THE MOTHER G00 E EDITIO OF THE PO T GEORGIA LEEK Rain, rain, go awayg Como again annther day: Little Georgie wants to play HELEN WEISE .XS I was going to sell my eggs I met a man with handy legs Handy legs and crooked toes I tripped up his heels. anrl ie fell on his nose, I-IELLEN DUNSHEE On Saturday night, it shall be my care . To powcler my locks and cull mx hair. On Sunrlnv mornin . my lore , - , 55 will some ln, XYhen he will marry me xxiti gulcl ring, MAY LEITCH The Hart he loves the ii mood, The Hare she loves thc hill, The Knight he loves his hiight sword. The laclyflovcs her will. NEIL PAIRAN I'll sing you zu song, though not very lon g, Yet I think it as pretty as my put your hanrl in your puxie You'll ncvcr hc worse, anml gixe the poor singcr Li penny.