Morristown High School - Cobbonian Yearbook (Morristown, NJ)

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H COBBONIAN Who natheles playeth a villaine, Ye giante Frederick known as Earle, Who ruleth alle menne by hys fyste, Dame Emylie Nappin, haughty girl, VVho be ye doughty Smythe is kissed. Syr Albert Thomson, flax-haired yowthe, Ye Ladye Elsie Chadwicke, who Isse wicked as a Witche forsoothe, -In thysse the play is far fromme true- Lord james of Carton, he who stands VVith eache fatte fyste behynde hysse bakke And Aggeness wyth folded hands, Who always eateth crackerjack. They chose moreover for their boke, To be yclept Cobbonian, Of various and divers folk, A great and motely caravan, Syr Franke De Roddler, edditor, Syr Robert Cunninghamme his adde, Syr Sheldon Scoble, manager, Wyth Pen ande Ynkhorne stout arraydeg Syr David Rubidge who doth wait To-followe Shelle Where'ere he turnes, A lorde as myghtye inne debate As thatte grimme peere, Syr Garrett Byrnes. Ye loveli ladey, Emylie, Syr Lorn MacDougall, Scottishe knighte, Ye Prophets of the classe do bee, Eache is a gode and wunderfulle wyghte. Syr Robert Cunninghamme, the manne Who leade debaters outte to warre, Ande thatte Syrre Laurence De Iourdanne, The crimson bearded troubadour, Were made hystoriannes of the classe To seke the annalls of the yeeres, Hir victories and defeates-alasse! To synge unto the dames and peeresg 20

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H COBBONIAN And thusse theyr Junior yeere didde end. Nowe folde our greater work attend. This yeere whereof I nowe doe telle The greatest was, also the last, For in their feats wee know ryghte Welle Alle othere yeeres are farre surpassed. For underneath the guiding hand Of hym the Lord high seneschal WVho teacheth Ynglishe in ye land 'Where erstwhile proudly lived thei alle Yclept bi name ye Earle of Carter, Moste Potente, Terrible in Wrath, Knyghte of ye order of ye gartere, Knyghte of ye ord-er of ye bathe, Thei chase fromme oute ye throng arrayede Syr Richard Davis, lord of alle, Syr Robert Cunningham hys ayde, To answere to hys everie calle. As treasurer from out ye presse, Syr Elwood Faulkner thei didde pikke, As secretarie Aggenesse Who alway eateth lemonne stikke, Syr Elwood ys ye knyghte who stands Atte games before ye myghtie thronge, And Wydely Waiveth bothe hys hands, To leede ye folk in cheere and songe. Thysse yeere oure noble classe Y trowe, Dydde withe much cunninge and hygh arte, Prepaire a spectacle to showe, To be yclept Peg O' My Heartef' And those who acted in thysse plai, To launch itte and supplie it's neede, Are joyous souls I trowe and gai, Whose names enlisted you may reade: Ye Ladye Vera Beston Highte, Sur Charles E. Eaton handsome swayne, Syr Robert Smythe, a courteous knyghte, 19

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H COBBONIAN And thatte saine noble Garrette Byrnes, The thoughtful editor did choose To seke the schole, hir bends and turnes, And route hyni out ye byttes of neWes. And last of all, ye scarlette bard Syr Laurence, Was the poet chosen. The troubador's sad life is hard, He e'er hath patches in hys hosen. And to this valiant classe did falle, Alle victories bothe smalle and greate, Forre thei didde Wynne atte Basketballe, And thei didde conquire atte debate. And thusse the High Schoole yeeres doe end And glorious onne their Wai thei Wende. Forsoothe rnuch more mighte Wee endite, And manic ferlies myght Wee telle, Of menny a battel Worthie knyghte, And manie a lovely Demoiselleg And thys was Writ in yeere of grace Nineteen hondredde Twentye-Twoe, Inne Morristowne that lovlie place, The Wondres of the storie greweg And yt Was tellen Wythe muche moil, By ye gode knyghte of Cunninghame, To Which he reccomends hys toil, Your pleasure kynde, syr or madame, And yu verse by ye troubadour, That Syr Laurence De jordanne, For Which he asks no lesse no more Thanne grace frae Womanne and fro rrianne And our last plea in song or Word When Wee are layde down Wyth ye moles Sai forre ye sakke of ye blest Lord, A Requiescat for our souls. 21