Martin Boots Junior High School - Sketch Yearbook (Marion, IN)

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THE SKETCH 22 Buster Bean and His Flying Machine Buster Bean is a very funny guy He's got a fool notion that he can fly. S0 he gets an old crate, and a board for a tail, And two umbrellas for wings and a sail- And he says, Hey jake! you open the gate And I'll fly over to see Simon Pate- but wait!- How am I goin' to git off the ground? And jake said Wait!- We got an old hound, that can pull you clean of to the barn. And, boy! He was lucky as we shall soon see Because here's the story, He told it to me I slid of the barn in my flying machine And over the fields so yellow and green, And near to my girl's house,-fShe's Becky O'Sheanj Me, myself, and my flyin' machine. When all of a sudden I felt a big quake And lit in the middle of a smooth, glassy lake. I just tried to swim but I went tumbling in. What happened to it? Well, that was a sin! I'll soon be seein' my Becky O'Shean Me myself, but NO flying machine! -Romaivr WILKINS, 7A2 Maid of Holland Little maid of Holland Sweet as your tulip bed, Do you see the white clouds, Floating over head? Do you see the ships Sailing o'er the ocean wide? Do you sometimes wonder What is on the other side? -SALLY CHAPMAN My Pal He's not very big as you can see He's always tagging after me He comes when I whistleg he's ashamed when I scold. He chases the cat, and acts very bold. Though heis only a dog, he's the best friend I've had. He's a cute little pup, though sometimes he's bad, When I scold him he cuddles down snug on his bed And lies there and whines until he is fed. -CAROLINE BRUNKA 7A1

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THE SKETCH Poetry IF QWith Apologies to Rudyard Kiplingj I If you can save your cash when all about you Are spending theirs and asking that of you, If you can be sweet tempered while they flout you, And make allowance for their flouting, too, I f you can wait and not be tired of waiting, 'Til sound investments bring the harvest in, Then you will realize your splendid rating And recompense for saving will begin. II If you can sacrifice un-needy candy And put the price of it right in the bank, If you can cut a picture show thlat's handy And only have your self-respect to thank, I f you can force your heart, and nerve, and sinew, To join you in this ejort all the way And try with every force and power in you To reach the top financially some dlay. III If you can walk with crowds and keep your yearnings, Or mix with kings and never try to ape, If you can garner all yowr surplus earning And for the future wisely mold and shape, If you can make each well-earned silver dollar Give fall efficiency of mirth and joy, You'll make a model of a thrifty scholar. And what is more, you'll reach the top, my boy! -THRIFT MAGAZINE Spring March winds and April showers Help bring us many flowers. I think that I can almost feel, A little crocus 'neath my heel. Yellow jonquels by the score, johnny-jump-ups, more and more. Narcissus will be looking her best And growing rapidly with all the rest. Pussy willows and dogwood too, Will both be blooming this spring anew. -Lois JACKSON

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THE SKETCH Poetry Strange Language We speak a strange language Which has grown-ups all confused, Iitterbug,' Shag and such Leaves them quite bemused. It's really quite distressing When Fm trying to explain, Where we've been and what we've done, And then have dad exclaim- Is it English that you speak, Or words from Samarkand- C0uldn't you use simple terms That we can understand? S0 you work on your parents And I'll work on mine, And then perhaps they'll learn to speak The language of '39. --DoN A Erus, 9A A Martin Boots Art Class Merry am I on my way, To art class, which I have each day. Rapping on his desk I see, Teacher Campbell, mad at me, India ink, which I did spill Nets nothing but a larger bill. Boys are always needed here, To open paint jars that are nearr. On the blackboard I do see Tenth periods, given to just three, So this is Art class, Don't you pity me? -MAH Lou SWEET AND Dlzromzs Svurrnwoon Early Easter Morning Early Easter morning, all around the house, Creeps a little animal, as quiet as a mouse, His eyes and ears are pink, and his fur is gleaming white, And if he sees you watching, he will disappear from sight, He brings a chocolate egg for sis, And chocolate bunny for szmny, Yes, you guessed exactly right, For it is the Easter bunny. -BETTY CHAMBEA3