Phillips High School - Wabasso Yearbook (Phillips, WI)

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X .:-- , T u we WPKBASS a I 4 3 L P' Q ,.s....-1-nl:-'nz Ev 1 --li-Q J I E-2,5--:Hn 1: 11 QL-inf f The sight of that tall timber, The climbing of that pine, The resting in its branches, Was sweeter than Jove's wine. The loss of their midnight supper, The scent of a rabbit track Recalled those bloody monsters To follow the woodland path. Then down from the tree he clambered This youth of eighteen years. And putting six miles behind him, Reached camp, no worse for all his fears. Henry Landa '26 Quark Nunn anh the lihillipa Qlrnnus There used to be a hunter They called him old Hawk Nose . It was in the days when Phillips Kept a lot of crows. His hair was gray and shaggy, Of course he grew a beard. He hailed' from the north country But Where, I never heard. According to description That went around the town He wore a belted .six-gun, A derby on his crown. And if, with gun, he shot as straight As with tobacco juice, Then the crows must suffer tortures, 'Cause he'd jar their feathers loose. Once Hawk Nose tacked a carpet Upon his cabin Hoor. It was early in the morning, And he was feeling sore. So, after work was over, And the carpet on the Hoor, He filled his pockets with carpet tacks And got the old smooth-bore. -gi lg..

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