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

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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

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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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THE TALISIVIAN EARLROLLER. Of Earl Roller the 1'oller's son, VVe haVen't much to say, He isn't a somber youth, to be sure, And yet he isnlt gay. The only thing he's troubled with, Which sets his brain awhirlg Is the very, very hard matter of Finding a suitable girl. -I-Ieine. R, COTTON. In every school there's always one, Who always wants to sleep, And always hollers when exams, They seem to be too steep. Now Cotton Akers is this lad, For Whom we all feel sorry, Because he is an abstract youth, Who in idleness doth glory. Wake up, Cotton, take a breath, Do not shed a tear, Because youlll have the privilege, Of sleeping all next year. --Heine. U! ARTHUR. Listen my friends while I tell you a story Of a boy named Arthur Parr. I-Ie's the brightest boy I ever met and The brightest in school, by far. In all the branches his studies are Way up to ninety and nineg And when you ask him to recreate It's, UNO, I haven't time. But, as always the case with all great men, There's always some detect, And that which bothers Art,'l my friends, Is easy to detect. You wonder what thing could affect this mind And set this brain awhirl? It's that which ruins many minds, The sweet and precious girl. But Arthur, we hope the day will come When genius mixed with fame, IfVill win for you what you deserve Happiness and a DAME , --Heine.