Germantown Academy - Ye Primer Yearbook (Fort Washington, PA)

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VII. Month in, month out, from morn till night, Hear Coley's hot air blow, He's ever flinging pointless jokes With measured beat and slow, Like Robert, ringing the old, old bell, Or raking the furnace below. VIII, But see great thunder breathing Pat, With Ralston by his side, Two brawny Westerners are they, A broncho each doth ride, Sometimes as pauper, sometimes as prince, As fortune doth betide. IX. The linguist Mech and student Peck, Both hold a good high score, For Wreck can speak in twenty tongues, And read in sixty-four, While Peck in Latin doth excel, Who could do any more? X. Kuehnle, our Chaplain, doth appear, A salesman of renown, He wanders east, and wanders west, And goes from town to town, And his manners are so charming, The ladies all bow down. XI. Lo Gemini, with his hat bands loud, Wliich once bound dainty curls, He goes on Mondays to the town, And sits among the girls, And when he hears his fair one's voice. His heart with rapture whirls. XII. Now four eleven forty-four, And Punk comes breaking through, Although from grinding night and day I-Ie's blind, like Samson, too, And crack we hear the base ball bat, And Graham's deeds we view. XIII. . Next on our roll a warrior bold, A soldier of fortune kind, 'Tis Hentz, a jolly lad is he, Of broad and genial mind, And the grace with which Miles Hendon played We elsewhere ne'er could find. XIV. And now comes Lewis on the stage, The model of our class, He Works for marks from morn till night, He toils that he may pass Examinations hard and long, And Schaefer bright surpass.

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CLASS POEM I. Under these glorious colors three, The red, the black, and blue, The class of oughty-six you see, You've just heard how it grew, Till now it stands a noble band Of loyal men and true. II. So first behold our brave Joe Brown, Our honored President, A famous quarter-back was he, But oh, the days he spent Riding his pony through Virgil, On a good mark intent. III. And next we look o-n Roland Lea, A full-back, brave and bold, When Trixie pounds the running track, There's naught but dust, I'm told, But when he's dressed in fussing clothes, Hels glorious to behold. IV. Harkl listen to the 1nand'lin strings For Keefer draweth near, The Secretary of our class, He's overworked, I fear, He tried to pawn his smile one day, 'TWouldn't come off, I hear. V. And Sheb, a. loyal friend is he, With brawn and brain together, Fui, but Hook can play Half-back in any weather, And honors thick and fast are his, His genius none can smother. VI. Reporter Egg we now shall view, But through a microscope, For Cookie is a being small, And yet it is his hope Some day to edit the sporting news, Or write great ads for soap!

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XV. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, See Sterrett onward go, Each morning hears the question asked, As he to Payne doth go: Anything ready, anything done, For that Monthly-or no? XVI. And now another tiny thing, Oh, say, what may it be? Ah! yes, it is a miniature man, But a brainy man is he, For Pete can figure out logarithrns, And work the rule of three. XVII. But yet before I end this ryhme, Of two more I must tellg Of Scrapple and Roy Watson tall, Who long for the recess belly For every one works in our class, But this pair work repel. XVIII. And now at last because he's least, But that's not true at all, For Shoey is a mighty man, Our leader in football, And Fritz a banjo, too, can play, And music from it call. XIX. Thanks, thanks to you, our teachers true, For the lesson you have taught, For in th' Academy of life Our futures must be wrought, And as our minds have now been shaped, Will move each deed and thought. XX. And now at last this p0em's done, With it my duty, too, And I have one more thing to say, Although it's nothing new, That we, the Class of Nineteen Six, To G. A. will be true. EDWIN L. CAMPBELL