Littleton College - Chatterbox Yearbook (Littleton, NC)

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THE CHATTERBOX. Bouncing hither and thither, From first to third floor, Giggling and giggling And giggling some more, lVas happy-go-lucky 4'Bern, WVhose joy was so deep Her room-mate declared she did Giggle in her sleep. In room number Forty-one, Could always be found A certain happy Senior A'hanging around. 7Twas none other than Lucie, QPerhaps you had guessedj Vllho lived up to her ino-ttoz Nothing but the Best In Older brothers are so nice Ask Margaret, and see If size Qfor Rob's sweet sakej VVas nice as could be. And size is our classmate, You all know her quite Well, So for hers and Rob's sweet sake, Her name I'll not tell. Friends, faculty and classmates, Let me have your ears! Yes, we've had one true patriot In our class for two years. The patriotic spirit Clara has, first-rate, And she is always praising The Good Gld North State.

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THE CHATTERBOX. But she seemed to enjoy it, For once in a while She would bestow upon us Just one lovin' smile. She was quite sentimental, As we all did know, And always idly dreaming 'Bout that absent beau. Directly across the way In the other tower, One could always find Gertrude, Studying by the hour. But she 'oft had a feeling 'Bout her heart, at morn, She said it must be caused By a piercing Thorne. Her fondness for the Siinmon And the Thorne, whichever stayed, Kept her from getting on Latin Grades she should have made. Never do to-day What you can do to-morrow. Was the motto of Sallie, Who knew no sorrow. S Nothing seemed to worry her, As known by her classmates, Only she zvould get disturbed 'Bout those numerous dates. It must be quite confusing For one to have so many. Almost as great a trial ,S As not to have any.

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THE CHATTERBOX. Our studious Morada, Who lives down in town Was forever studying Ne' er uhanging around. While the rest of us enjoyed A good social chat, Quietly in the study hall Midst books, Morada sat. Josie, too, was fond of books, But took some time for fun When her beloved Latin Had been real Well done. Yes, she was fond of Latin, Studying noon and night, And the grades on her report Were simply out of sightlw Our tall, handsome Mary, So famous on Trig., Was accused by the picture-man Of Wearing a wig. For her hair is so wavy, So curly, and brown, Then he added, quietly, 4'None like it in town. The other Mary, you know, The short little one, Always looked for a letter: She said: Just for fun. To all of us it was fun- A bushel and a peck, On those memorable days, When she got one fronrl-