Hannibal High School - Foursquare Yearbook (Hannibal, NY)

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y u l t ' in . 'l 1 HANNIBAL HIGH SCHOOL . 19 if POETRY if A Poem With a Moral You can treat a man like a dog, but you can't treatla dog like a man. Hiram Perkins was a farmer, I Lived in this very town, i He got his livin' and riches, too, From the goodness o' the gro.un'. Through ceaselesslabor and sweaty toil ' He'd gained quite some renown For being the richest and stingiest man Thro' all the country roun'. Now Hiram was a hated man And the hate was mixed with fear, For he held-notes and mortgages Of the farmers far and near. And he was a strong hearted feller, Never let their notes run o'er, When the year was bad 'n' they couldn't pay . Because their crops were poorj But he'd hold 'em right to their bar- gain, ' And if they didn't pay He'd come along with Sheriff Jones, And take stock or farm away. N Hiram, he wasn't married, No girl 'ud have him, I guess, So, on this Christmas Eve he sat alone, - Except for his dog, old Bess, Who was lean and famished-lookin', Mebbe fed once a day. . He said dogs could pick their livin'. But dogs ain't built that way. There he sat this evenin' On an, old three-legged stool, Figurin' how he'd raise the milkin' With good, pure water from the . pool. I When his thoughts were rudely broken, For his dog, in walkin' about, Had brushed against his sore foot V A-throbbin' with the gout. Then Hiram grabbed his old ten- gauge, As old, or well-nigh, as he, Forgetting that it hadn't been shot Since the days of sixty-three. He pulled the trigger, after aiming with care, it , Intending to kill the beast. The shot came out, but in the oppo- site way, , . So Hiram is now deceased. Modestly yours, K. SHAKESPEARE KRAZ ED. El There's a. Difference I've been told that reading fiction Like Buffalo Bill and such Would make of me a terrible villain, And -I'd always be in Dutch. And they say that Nicholas Carter, Jesse James, and all the rest, VVere blood and thunder stories, AndL VXghy don't you read the. est. Then I came to Hannibal High School, And I learned to read the best , History, French, Latin and English, All of which I do detest. ' But soon I came to think I liked them, , Rather say, to tolerate, And childhood days were then for- gotten In the rush to conquer fate. In English IV I came near dying When I read about Macbeth, In every act he killed somebody' And never lost a breath. I He certainly was a bloody person And was wicked as could be, But why should Shakespeare write about him And such awful men as he. ' . K. KELLOGG. 'r EL ,.,. She loves its gentle warble, She loves its merry How, She loves to wind her mouth up, And she loves to make it go.

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IIANNIBAL HIGH SCHCJOL 21 S, O. S. There was an old woman Who ,lived in her shoe, She'd had lots of husbands But thought them too few. A widow, four times And divorced nearly ten, She's still on the market, A chance for you men. She only weighs fifty, Or sixty pounds less Than the steamer Titanic, A tent makes her dress. She is on a diet Her weight now to lose, For sad to relate She can't see her shoes. Her children are countless, They quite fill the shoe, If there come any more The old thing won't do. Now, if some kindly mortal Has an old barn to spare, The good gift would save them Fromrtaking the air. A K. S. KRAZED. El ' A Little Joke! Of all the jokes that I know, And they are one or two, I think I know one, That might interest you. It may take some time For me to tell this clear, But that won't be bad, For it took time for this to appear. Now, if you are interested, I'll give you a little tip. just take a look around iUpon Jake's upper lip. Now, as I said before, And will say once again, I want you to get this clear . Before the story I begin. Jake is a friend of mine, As you all know well, So how this story starts, . I don't think I will tell. As the Prince of VVales has gone And no one to take his place, Jake says, I'll turn the trick, And also set the pace. Jake had a swell idea And now I'1l give you the tipg I-Ie thought he'd start a mustache Upon his upper lip. At first jake was alone, But only for a little while, For of course there were others Who took up the style. This queer style, if you call it that, Has given us lots of fun, For they sure do look funny When it has first begun. Unless you knew jake w-ell And you were standing on nails, You certainly couldn't tell him From the Prince of Wales. -C. J. LONGFELLOW. III The Skunk There's a pretty little animal Of black, with stripes of white, Which you often come upon When wandering around at night. This beast is not so very large, In fact, he is quite small, But bigger beasts, with greater strength, Don't bother him at all. A strolling pair, on a moonlit night, Discussing affairs of the heartg 'When accosted by this little mite, b Right quickly do depart. Now, this little beast, on pleasure bent Seems quite harmless, but his pride Lies in ,covering a man with .awful - scent, ' A mixture of all that has died. . -K. S. K. El Charles- Dad, have you any dried herring? - Mr. Chillson- No, but ,expect some soon. , Charles- Well, when they come, give them a drink.