Leipsic High School - Le Hi Yearbook (Leipsic, OH)

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CLASS POEM The Junior class, whom you all know Is never accused of being slow; We’re always ready and wide awake And accomplish all we undertake. When as Freshmen we entered Leipsic High, We felt so weak, we thought we’d die; They called us Freshies and said we were green, T'was their own reflection—which they had seen. “Shorty”, our president, is lively and quick, And his black eyes are filled with “Old Nick”. He’s on to his job and ready to work, Especially when courting, he never will shirk. Our Contest is near, and we all say to Mack, “Good luck to you ‘Mousie’, hope you bring the cup There are so many more in our jolly croud, I’d name them all but I’m not allowed. We often feel tired, when we’ve lessons to learn, And wish many times that it was our last term, But after we’ve rested and are at school once more We wonder at our crossness of the day before. The ambition of each ranks very high, I’m sure we’ll succeed, at least we shall try; We aim to accomplish something great And all past records, we hope to break. Our bumps of knowledge, if we work with a vim Another year’s effort will fill to the brim; So cut out the whispering, and cut out the fun, Don’t pester the teachers, and quit chewing gum. Our Junior year s almost o’er, ” We’re standing now at the Senior door; The entering in we do not fear, May we leave together with records clear. —Thelma Schweitzer.

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Oh, the girls may have their powder, And the boys may have their guns, But the Seniors crouch and tremble When the mighty Juniors come.

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