Girton School - Girtonian Yearbook (Winnetka, IL)

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THE GIRTONIAN 49 O, heigho! A jester am I, And always I laugh or I cry With a heigho, O heigho, O hi! I shout and I dance with a spring And a somersault backwards I fling, While O heigho, O heigho I sing! CShe turns a handspring on the edge of the dais, and as she sings, the faces of the Judges slowly relax until they are smiling broadlyj JUDGES-Hof all the defenses we've heard, Yours is clearly by far most absurd, Your behavior exceedingly queer, Yet, however, with tact and with wit On this suitable sentence we've hit: 'A hair-dresser's be your career'! Marian Ruth Smith Now scarce these words have left their lips, when thro the pressing throng A maiden with a gentle frown the straight aisle moves along. The Prosecutor glares at her and speaks in angry tone: And now, pray tell, O Marian, the cause, if it is known, Why you do always look so sad! Has your last friend been lost? For pity's sake be kind to us, and smile at any cost!', Then forth there breaks upon her face a smile that lights the hall, It seems as tho a thousand lamps do shine upon the wall. The Prosecutor's troubled face grows mellow in its glow, The Judges' gleam and ever seem more friendly yet to grow. The Genius speaks Cand rubs his handsj Her smile is her defense! So now but say, your Honors, pray, what shall she do from hence?', An inspiration strikes a Judge, he gives a wise decree: She shall go forth, from South to North, a Nursing Sister she.