Joice High School - Jo Hi Se An Yearbook (Joice, IA)

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SENIOR POEM It was on a bright September morning That the class of '52 Stepped into the Jolce High School Their subject matter to do. Green we were in looks and actions. Green we seemed to teachers dear; Scared to death we looked about us. To see what all we had to fear. Pond memories came a creeping As we think of days of yore. Of our fun, our work, our giggling To be Freshmen Just once more. What was that that came a singing We opened wide our ears to hear, A wonderful class is found at last They're Sophomores this year. Two whole years we had spent together And the third did bring to view. Work and toll—and yet what good times We had in doing what Juniors do. When our Senior year we entered Great things we planned to do. We tried but like our predecessors Pound time for very few. Now new tasks are sure to greet us New attitudes will mold our ways. But we recall those attitudes That saw us through our Senior days. Tis' great fun to be a Senior Gueas we ought to know, Por this they really like you And think you're all the go. I wouldn't be a junior They think they know it all But when they look at Seniors They're feeling sorts small. The Sophomores are next in line I believe they're up to par, Por they have admiration strong for us. The wise old fools they are. The Prosh, though green are good as gold We'd trust them any day, Por when they meet a Senior, They smile and bow this way. So It's great fun to be a Senior Don't you think so tooT But, listen I I'll tell you a seoret, We don't know half they think we do. Lorna Haroldson Darrell Bang Donald Ball This page sponsored byi WORTH COUNTY ABSTRACT CO. Northwood, Iowa NORTHWOOD STATE BANK Northwood, Iowa