New Lincoln School - Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Doctor Brooks, he had a school E I E I C And in that school There was a student teacher E I E I C Here a student teacher There a student teacher Everywhere a student teacher Shepherd, Ryskind, Price. We drifted from the pinkness of our room To try our youthful bodies and our minds Cn things that did not correlate at all. And so our days were stretched and in them grew Uncorish science, art and math and gym. Xl Little Miss' Evans Sat in a corner Eating her bitter fate. Along came her classes To make forward passes But the seniors, as always, were late. I .. Y Nu f l 'Ei ll C, g l m Who killed the cat? Mr. Trieger did with a hot pastrami sandwich Poor dead cat without a skin.

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There always is the other side to life, And we as seniors often said that in Some way our life should different be from that Cf underclassmen young, with no respect For us, who never trembled at our word Cr begged on knees to have their sins forqiv'n. All rallied to The Cause and so we won. The battle done, we had our Senior Rights. aisgx Q- 4-X, A7 rs , I ',..f CROSS- WOTW ,- We I haven't breathed one day since And I find myself nearly berserk Monday But now it is my day - it's Friday And I don't have any work. Ch, now French and Spanish, plea Completely slip out of my head. I don't have to translate - I ca My opinions in English instead. No one encumbers with numbers My dizzy and overworked brain' I'm completely unable a table To read, or envision a plane. J Today we spend shirking not work And since we have nothing to do So the morning won't bore us, th Assembly or town-meeting too. For lunch I find fishes deliciou Then I rush to the core room wit For we don't talk semantic till But relax over coffee and tea. Oh day of no duty, the beauty Cf idleness brightens your face, And so you wonlt grieve us, you The school-less weekend in your se vanish, n state ing ere's chorus SJ h glee frantic leave us place. J