Fulton Centralized School - Fultonian Yearbook (Swanton, OH)

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Now take this Carole, She's full of joy— As Carole should always be: And Kenneth Owens, the lucky boy Won't leave her fancy free . Senie, Meanie, Miny , Mo,-- To Ronnies Miny is sure to go And whither are they bound from there-- Only the demings know. Madeline, Madeline, where have you been? You're the buzziest Bee we have ever seen; With your string of admirers as long as train. Bo they not keep you guessing and addle your brain? A girl who loves candy is Dorothy D.; She studies hard too, I am told: And another fair Senior, Eleene Smout, by name — On Toledo, most surely is sold . I wish there was more to be said of these elves' Can I help it if they keep their af- fairs to themselves? Between the dark and the daylight -- When the night begins to come down, Tearing away in his Whippet Wayne stilwill goes to town. There's a girl in swanton he's courting. Though he hasn't revealed her name — But, who ever she is, and where ever she lives, He goes there, just the same.

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THIRTY-MINERS Sing a song of Seniors; The class of thirty-nine: Sixteen plucky graduates Are falling into line. Sixteen youthful volunteers All set to buckle in . To meet the challenge offered them And take it on the chin. Of thee, I sing, Miss Helen S.-- So charming, so petite-- And of the Angel , Ruthie S.-- Demure and honey sweet; And with Mayola, they present A trio hard to beat. Oh, Genevieve, sweet Genevieve , The boys may come--the boys may go: For there is one who goes for you, A little bird has told me so. The fellows call him Dubby . (He's good natured as a rule) His family calls him Julius, But Gen just calls him Jewel . I dream of Betty, with the light brown hair ; Betty, full of pep and go , and blythe and debonair. It's gotten 'round she's swamped with dates, And Rechtine got his share. Gh, it's down the road to Krieger's, LeRoy so often goes-- And why he goes to Krieger's, No one else but Wilma knows. He trails her like a shadow And she doesn't seem to care-- It's plain to everybody That there's romance in the air. o fO Or

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Now, stop me if I'm wrong, please, No? - Then I'll carry on----- And I insist no girl could have More it than Dolly Vaughan. Her dimples are as fetching As ever have been seen, And Whitey , too, I know would say, There's none like Geraldene . The curfew tolls the knell of parting day Yet, Dorrie Saeger wanders o'er the lea , And is she strolling 'solo', who shell say, Or does a 'sharpies bear her company? Pull many a flower was born to blush unseen-- Was never spoken of this fair colleen. Well, here we are. Out of Senior-ettes. So our Song is ending-- Not without regrets. Good old Thirty-niners, We’ll never say Adieu . It's been so nice to write you-all, And I do mean you. To Mr. Karnes, our able advisor. Our sponsor, leader, and friend-- We give our sincerest and deepest thanks For this year when high school ends. For the hand that was waiting for each of us. For all that you gave each day-- VVe thank you sincerely, honestly, kindly. For helping us on our way. --Edna F. Robaser The Senior Class