Junction City High School - Pow Wow Yearbook (Junction City, KS)

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Fu u n n n ll I-XL Cllss Poem : 3 I. My days of youth and play are o'er Sadly I linger at the door That leads me from my High School life ' Into the world of work and strife. I I. O youth! That I could keep thee ever, My bond of love for thee ne'er sever But hark! the voice of destiny -I Is e'en now calling, calling me. ' I I I. But peace, my heart, I bid thee cheer F For with thee linger memories Of the Freshman, Sophomore and Junior fun, , - I had, e'er my school course was run. ' I V. Tho' the road be rough, I'Il struggle still, And try my best to climb each hill. To patient teachers I owe my fame If e'er Iwin myself a name. V. Farewell to thee dear I unction High, But e'er I bid thee goodby, I bid thee-forget not the white and green And the worthy classs of the year '16. - -Helen Kilian. J -'Lu ll u in n ll ll lf'

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- I saw Leslie clad in the familiar blue 7 i : And I was left in thot .Il ll ll ll H ll V In a crowded settlement district, I saw Irish Peggy Perrigo That she's beloved by young and old, Her curious offerings show. Stella then I saw in school Beating time for the marching feet, And clasping in her hand a rule To guide Jennie, Rose and Pete. Now there came a lofty church, Paul Martin was the Preacher And among the congregation Was Bertha Roesler, mission teacher. Next I saw a clothier shop, With Earl Jones pacing the floorg I looked to see whose it might be And saw his own name on the door. In a little cottage garden, Nestled mid some meadows fair I spied Roselle Biegert, The sunlight falling on her hair. Teaching a school of one In gingham apron dressed I beheld fair Anne Wilson With much happiness, blessed. On an avenue lined with elms, Such as you often meet Slowly pacing his beat. In the midst of Howerets rare Working with awilling hand, Elizabeth Ranson was shown Piling them high on a stand. A traveler in a foreingn land Seeing sights by bards extolled, Was Francis Davis 'mid ruins In a great fort in old Texas The wife of an officer bold, I discovered Mary Luedtkeg She thinks he's better than gold. Thus the picture ended As to how much joy and gladness Life, to each of us, had brot. -Mary White. Hundreds and hundreds of years old. ll lm I '- Ln u no n ll u

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