Manlius High School - Mirror Devil Yearbook (Manlius, IL)

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ODG TO THG SGNIORS 2 Once upon a summer’s ending, With eight grader’s thoughts transcending To the realms of high school life in store, I was one of many approaching, Slowly as if encroaching, And at length, subjects broaching to a teacher by the door, And at length, subjects broaching as we stood inside the door. With vain transitory splendor, Each Freshie had sought to be a sender, And perhaps a lender of some glory to the school. But each had recollected, that sometimes the best were rejected, And resolved not to be dejected, If they failed to gain the rule, Failed to follow the Golden Rule in this grand high school. Then as Sophomores gaily tripping, Blithely yet not quite skipping, Down the familiar and quaintly winding halls, Slowly from the fountains sipping, And into our text books dipping, Heedless of the bell’s shrill and strident calls, With the usual sounds of paper ripping, As we passed along the halls. Next as Juniors slowly turning, Again to this seat of learning, From a summer spent in sport and fun, Fervently our minds were burning. Rapidly our pulses churning, At the thought of getting lessons done, And we scornfully were spurning, thoughts of fun, Until our lessons were correctly done. Now, upon the schools year’s ending, Silently we Seniors all are sending, Prayers for our graduation to above, With our teachers’ help and coaching. We can move on and not be poaching, On someone else's game preserve, We’ll move on and not be poaching. On someone else’s game preserve. -J- J- J-