Newman Township High School - Talisman Yearbook (Newman, IL)

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TI-IE TALISMAN WHAT ABOUT IT ROSS? That God is generous we do not doubt, Look what he gave to man, The birds, the flowers, the brooks, the trees, And multitudes of land. That He was partial to some is true, For look you, while I sight, A case where His generous nature put, A boy in an awful plight. The boy of whom l speak, dear friends, Is Ross, the staunch and fleet, And the gift which was given to him Amen, Was, oh! Such awful big feet. These feet were so large they were out Witli all else that Ross possessed, And when the poor boy attempts to run, He is very much distressed. Ross, We know it is hard to endure, The ridicule of all, But how much better it is to have, Large feet instead of small. of proportion -Magnus. R, TAKE A WI-IIFF, DAN Dan, old boy, we can't forget, Your name here to ascribe, For who in all the township Has a Rep, like thine so wide? This reputation, now niy f1'iends, ls not of books, nor fun, Nor anything connected with The whole curriculum, It is of that which he can't help, , Any 11lO1'6 than winter snows, The Rep of having in this land, The biggest human nose. It is so big and prominent, That all the passersby, Stop to look a second time, And then to Wonder why. But Dan don't let this interfere, With your life's vocation, For if you can be nothing else Be smeller for the nation. -Magnus.

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TI-IE TALISMAN TO TI-IE N. T. H. S. Oh, thou noble edifice, Standing by thyself, llluinined, grand and upright, On nature's mantel-shelf. There is nothing nobler, Naught deserves more praise, Than such as thou art doing, Humanity for to save. NVithin thy halls and corridors, Where all are begged to come, By work and honest diligence, Life's frame-work there is spun You prepare us for the problems, With which in after days, .lourneying thru life's highways We'll come to face to face? And thy teachers kind and true, Thee, oh, noble structure, NVe hold in greatest reverence, As men are wont to do. So may thy frame be cried abroad, And high thy banners fly, Thou the soul of honor Alina mater, Newman High. -Mag It POOR IVIOSE. Late one September afternoon, As on the field we went, There occurred to one of ours A very serious accident. Alas, alas, 'tis hard to tell, NVhat there we all did see, When Mose, ah yes, t'was he, poor boy, Yelled: Oh, my knee, my knee. Now friends this knee was very bad, For, list to what I sayg Q Mose could not practice any rnore, But thought that he could play. So the time went on and on, 'Till our last game we played, I1l1S. Since then, dear friends, naught has Mose said Nor any holler made. Dear Mose, we all do sympathize, Witli you in your affliction, And may this be our word of grief 'Till expressed in better diction. -Mag I'111S.

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THE TALISMAN CHARLES BURGETT. Friends let me tell you Of a dainty little lad, Who is full of humor .But has a countenance so sad! He keeps his phiz All shining and fair, And in all his spare hours. ls brushing his hair. Never stays out late Or go anywhere, Why? If you ask him, Oh, mamma would care. He gives you most aptly The Tale ot the Tub, Or, if somethings amiss, It's Aye, there's the rub? If you once see him You'll never forgetg His Royal Highness Is Charles Burgett. Heine. 52 DON MCINTYRE Listen friends, while I relate, A tale of woe so sad, About a boy who always was Called down for being bad. In school he was so mischevious And always talked so much, Prof. was forced to beat him till He had to use a crutch. In sports he was most aggravating Slower than a roach, And always trying to sass back, The umpire or the coach. Now don't be haughty or misled, Nor be wrought into ireg For the boy of whom I speak is The quiet McIntyre. -Heine