Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Zllnw 'hr Svvninr Anil 7 ' The Senior, the noblest one of them all Is considered a virtuous jewel, But there once was a time when this monarch sublime Stood condemned by the mass of the school. An election was reason for his derelection T'was whispered it wasn't quite fair, For each senior who ran, ran away with the can With a ten thousand margin to spare. Somebody exclaimed that the race had been maimed And the tally exhorbitantly bloated, How could it have been that ten thousand could win When but live thousand Midwoodites voted? He was verbally flayed as the multitude bayed And accused him of villainous vice, But their epithets rash, such as father's mustache, Turned the blood in his veins into ice. He entreated his foes to desist from their blows And begged for a chance to reform, When our principal fair raised his hand in the air And said, Senior, thou art but a worm! Dismayed by the hue which the faculty, too, Had raised for his neck in a noose, He wandered the hall with a heart full of gall And became a conclusive recluse. But like the boll weevil some forces of evil Were eyeing our fair Alma Ma, In a country called Lincoln dictators were thinkin' Of planning a quick coup d'6tat. They said, Midwood's the nation for colonization, It is ripe for a rigorous rulef' So leaving their classes without any passes They descended cn masse on the school. The students were frightened and with eyeballs whitened They shouted the news of the raid, They trooped in a group to the Senior, that dupe- Our saviour, please save us,,' they prayed.

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