Pekin High School - Pekinian Yearbook (Pekin, IL)

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 Senior Irene Joerger, ’17. ; 3 ’Tis rather hard just to explain How wondrous is the Senior’s brain; And words are useless in the case Of telling of his noble face. His hands are purely works of art, His lips Shakespearean thots impart. His body, tall and gaunt and lean— A masterpiece itself, I ween. And when you look into his eyes, ’Tis then and there you realize Your words cannot, at any rate. Tell us just how wondrous, wise and great He is: But there is one who can— It is the serious Senior man. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiimiimiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiM 00015323535353482323020153010002022353530000000202492353534848232353235353484823235348485348230201010000000201010053234853010002020253534800230153484823 0201029053482302900201000101020100530100