Kalona High School - Centerika Yearbook (Kalona, IA)

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Poet 's Corner Cars of CHS A very fast car built just for three- You've guessed it right, Vernon's Model T. Every moming whatever the weather It comes into the yard barely hanging together. ' I-Ioward's car is next in line. When all shined up it looks quite fine. He says it simple to operate, Though a lot of noise it does create. Benny's car is a queer little truck. If he gets to school it's good luck. Whenever it rains it's quite a flop, Because, you see, it has no top. Now a. grey speck comes into view. It's Arthur's Chev. of which there are few. It comes every morning just before nine, And never fails to bring Arthur on time. Next a black coupe comes up to the door, It carries John and many a more. How about a ride ? they all seem to Say, They never think of his poor Model A. La.ntz's Chev. I next do spy. On it he can sometimes rely. There are four good tires and a spare, So he can travel almost anywhere. Another car is Dwight's Model A. It can be seen almost any day. However, a rain or even a mirage Means for this car a trip to the garage. Schlabaugh's car is next to be seen. At first it appears to be a smoke screen. As it comes nearer it makes quite a roar, Because the foot-feed is pushed to the floor. Hosty's pickup is quite all right, However, to the stranger it will give fright, Because it creates such a terrific soimd, And yet barely moves across the ground. The faculty's cars are also seen. We all admire their speedy limousines. They look quite fine among our lot And greatly improve our school plot. --O. L. M. '45 Do You Really? Do you think Vernon could ever quietly arrive In his model T built for five? Do you really? Do you think Irene ever mean could be Or not have her geometry? Do you really? Do you think Shirley and Mary Lois could quiet be In each other's company? Do you really? Do you think Reuben could evcr learn to use his brakes And keep his trusty Ford out of scrapes? Do you really? Do you think Orval Mil1er's so shy When he sings in a voice pitched so high? Do you really? Do you think Robert Yoder's so cute After being hit with paper wads he shoots? Do you really? Dobyou think Ruby so mischievous could e That in deportment she'd rate a C ? Do you really? Do you think Mrs. Smith will ever say You may visit all you want today? Do you really? Do you think that, Dwight ever puzzled could be Over a question in world history? Do you really? Do you think that Dale will ever discontinue to say Ouch! I must have sat on a tack today? Do you really? Do you think this is nonsense quite? Well, you're not mistaken, but quite right! Really! -M. L. S. '45 Organ Grinder's Monkey The organ grinder's monkey Is as funny as can beg He hops upon the grinder's back Or plays a melody. But now since modern tunes are here And taxes are galore, Arithmetic, monkeys must learn, Or they will cheat some more. -D. H. '43

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Poet 's Corner My Little Brother Butch There's a little man at our house, Who makes things ring with glee, But the trouble is, that for all his jokes The victim must be me. Mice are his one acomplice, But bees do help, believe me. If I'm not getting stung, or teased, or hung, He's telling pop on me. The other day, for instance, I brought my girl to tea. Mom was gone to town that day So tea was left to me. This were going nicely, I was bringing in the tea, My eyes were on my girl friend, Butch's eyes were filled with glee. He pushed a chair before me, I landed in her lap, She screamed, and yelped, and hollered, And took me for a sap. I tried to ask forgiveness, And was down upon a knee, When Butch saw the circumstances, And sicked the pup at me. She said she'd go and tell her pa, And gave me my ring, to boot, And as I took her to the door, She socked me on the snoot. Butch hasn't crossed my path since then. He hasn't told pop on me. He's not reformed, but sick in bed, With eyes very black, you see. -M. J. B. '43 After the Rain I step from the stifling kitchen Into the air clean, crisp, and clear, This is no time for sluggishness- No place for laziness here. The birds are seemingly happy, Their singing never fails, While over the whole earth, softly, A calm, sweet fragrance prevails. Everything seems green and fresh, While trees are dripping wet And seems to want to prolong The rain a little while yet. -M. M. '4 3 -.23-. Popping Corn PiP'P0P, fliPPitY, f10P, Listen to the kernels pop. Off comes the lid and into the bowl Pour crisp, white kernels with hearts of gold. The children dance and shout with glee, The house is filled with gaiety. The popper once more o'er the fire is placed And again the corn pops at a wild dazzling pace. The coals in the fire are stirred once more: The flames leap up the chimney and roar, The teakettle sings! It's glad it was ' born! Hats off, everyone! We're popping corn. -K. Y. '44 l Little Stray Dog A little stray dog, part black, part white, That's always barking but doesn't bite, He has been at our house since yesterday, And I do hope that he will stay Because he's just the dog for me, And I know a good dog he will be To get the cows and horses, too, After I train him a week or two. He isn't a bird dog, but just the same, I can train him and use him for our small game: And I could have some fun with him, Because he likes to play- Just so someone doesn't come and take the dog away. -K. H. '43 The Organ Grinder's Monkey The organ grinder's monkey Winked at me one day, And as I paused to listen I thought I heard him say: Who will put a penny In my little yellow cup? I'l1 say 'Please' and 'Thank You,' And buy something to sup. I returned his wink with laughter, And dropped a penny in his cup. He bowed a pleasant Thank you As I departed with my pup. -I. B. '43