John Marshall High School - Marshallite Yearbook (Richmond, VA)

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. f | t James C. Harwood, Principal

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J immy Now, dear friends, your attention please gimme: I want to say just a word about our Jimmy. I knew him when he was young and debonair, Wrote poetry by the yard, and didn’t care A darn who knew it. ‘Then his chestnut curls Were the despair of all sentimental girls. But now his locks are getting few and gray; He’s fat and fifty; yet the girls all say (In spite of the fact that maybe they “hadn’t oughter And that when he dances, he’s surely no fox-trotter), He’s more popular now, as far as they can see, for he’s ever so much nicer than he used to be. JR. ee J if TTT | MMT TM mM MMMM he Warshallite TMM mgs) Z LT |

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MNT Che Marshballite TM | A Gentleman = (In imitation of Amy Lowell) = When I first saw him, long ago, He stood in solitary contemplation, = Leaning his head upon his shapely hand. = His hair, like moonlight on a silver lake, Lay softly on his thoughtful brow. His liquid eyes, deep, quiet pools on which the morning sun had shone, Glistened with purest pleasure, As he marked the perfect crease in his newly- acquired trousers, To him the fairest thing in lhfe— That and the mirrored brightness of his number = eleven pumps. He stood there, placid, undisturbed, A study in pale grey from head to foot, With just one flash of color, his glowing emerald tie. Moved to the soul, I looked and wondered long; And when I turned to ask his name, a bystander replied: “Who? Him? Why, that’s Stubbs!” J. RH.