Leavenworth High School - Tech Liber Yearbook (Waterbury, CT)

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Page Fifty-ei White gleams the gull, Blue rolls the sky, Sharp drives the hull, Fast foam flecks fly. A cleared port, An open sea, The engines snort, The wind's a-lee. Unlashed the sails, Deep rocks the ship Loud lusty hails, A faster clip. A chanty swells Athwart the way The bright sun tells The hour o' day. Old Jack's on deck A-peelin' spuds, Just two full pecks. He's in cook's duds. ght TT-Z 7 5- THE TRAMP SHIP A gruesome band, This tramp ship's crew, From a black Sudan To a stranded Jew. A 'igh 'atted bloke From old John Bully Just now he's broke With a tramp he'll pull A swaggerin' fellow From down Dublin way His laughter is mellow, y His eyes keen and gay. A yellow face, And a long pigtail, From an eastern place These Chinee hail. A crippled Yank, With a wooden leg: Of lowly rank And fond o' the keg.

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VI. Hifi! as ce- g Boy with firmest handgrip is H. H-, which is 9 times stronger than that of Jack Demp- sey. Flashiest dresser among boys is J. M. Flashiest dresser among girls is E. S. Best dancer among boys is H- R. Best dresser among girls is F. D. Finest singer among boys is H. C., who is four times louder than a Swiss yodler. Finest singer among girls is E. P., who is five times louder than a canary bird. Best automobile driver among boys is E. C. Best automobile driver among girls is E. C. Girl who will probably succeed best is E. A. 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 Most bashful boy is A- B. Most bashful girl is J. R. Boy with the reddest blush is C. R. Girl with the reddest blush is H. B. Boy who has done the most for Leavenworth is E. R. Girl who has done the most for Leavenworth is A. C. M. Boy with largest nose in class is R. S., which is three times larger than a pump handle- Girl with largest nose in class is H. B., which is 2 times the size of a pump handle. Boy who will probably succeed best is W. L. Page Fifty-seven

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All bound for the East On the good ship Marie With a carload of beast For the heathen Chinee. The sun was a-tryin' To wash in the sea. Now no gulls were a-Hyin' 'Bout the good ship Marie Then- Hi there, ye Jackanape, Where 's the skipper, m' lad? There 's a gash in our bulwark The ship 's sinkin' bad. Come forward to the cabin, The skipper shouts out, An' don't come a-laggin' Or I'll hand ye a clout. Now, my men, says the capt'n With a tear in his eye, Fast we're a sinkin' And soon we'l1 die. Q But think o' them porkers Way down in the hold. Think how they'l1 suffer And the water's so cold. Unless we have patchers To nail up the gap, We'll all die like rats, Yes, rats in a trap. Our life boats 're unworthy, The rafters are gone, My heart sinks within me, We're not worth a song. The patchers must be slung Down over the side To hang in the scum And be washed in the tide Their heads below water, Their hammers in handy You rebel at the slaughter, But, men, it takes sand. Page Fifty mne ii? H