Ionia High School - Ionian Yearbook (Ionia, MI)

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Class JJroplymj Dorothy Young I. A bit of magic in the air, A gleam of evening dew, A timid knock at memory’s door Brings dreams, school-days, of you. II. In those days of joy, and work, and fun. Which were to us worth while, We made bright plans for future days In the round of our school-life’s dial. III. Those happy friendships now are past; But ah! ’tis ever so, I wish I might those voices hear And see those faces I used to know. IV. Says a fairy’s voice, “Thy humble wish I freely grant to thee. This mantle don and come with me, Those classmates you shall see.” V. In a moment more we’ve crossed the sea. What is this? Cape Colony. Where pirates’ gold has long been hid We find the Harwoods, three. VI. Here’s Harold, and Lois, and Nancy, too. They’re seeking treasures old. With which to build a mansion fine On Union Hill, I’m told. VII. In deepest iungle next we see Gayle Galloway so mild, Converting wicked heathen folks, With his wife, once Eva Lyle. VIII. We northward go and up the Nile, To Alexandria fair, Where libraries so long renowned Are in Margaret Nowland’s care. IX. And now from sunny Italy’s hills, Below us there we gaze, Where Grace, with paint and brush in hand Attempts Italian haze. X. In gay Paree Mil Vohlers Caine, Who once was pal of mine, In satin, sable, and jewels is found, A lady now, real fine. XI. A drama that we witness here, With our play can’t compete; Though Vemice is the leading star, Gayle isn’t at her feet. XII. On come some dances of such grace, Can I believe my eyes ? There’s Haynor, Boynton, Wingrove, yes, And Dilley; I’m surprised! XIII. Across the British Channel now At London we arrive, Where our ambassador each day To justly work doth strive. XIV. ’Tis Elmer Dalton, and his clerk, Who works with such great speed, Is Irma Winslow. To be sure Our class seems to succeed. XV. Where Edinburgh in sunshine lies, ’Mong ruins old we find Our Robert Bills still writing verse, The touching, serious kind. XVI. George Scully is in Ireland, And labors long, and works O’er weighty Irish problems, Which he will never shirk. XVII. And Ardis, too, thinks Ireland great, And loves nobility, For there’s an English baronet Who courts her constantly. XVIII. But in all the world there is no land So great, so dear to me, As that discovered in ’92, To which we cross the sea. XIX. Here’s Mayor Meader’s New York home. We all knew he’d succeed. The president of our worthy class Has won great fame, indeed. XX. Miss Hazel Patrick and her chum, Miss Helen Nichols fair, Have here, in best society, Become a wondrous pair.