Pomfret School - Griffin Yearbook (Pomfret, CT)

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My ninth patrolled our outfield well And ran among our backs: His forte-and fortissimo Was on a tenor sax. My tenth was captain of the nine. All those who sauntered from Their meals in deep disgrace recall His double-jointed thumb. My next from dangling attitudes On all occasions loosed A flood of tales of Greenwich town XYith one big object-boost. My twelfth, a noble citizen, Served with us well, and yet Let saints forgive the things he did With Lyman's clarinet. My thirteenth managed football gam VVith competence and care, He always wore a helmet smart Of ultra shiny hair. CS My fourteenth delved in everything Each time fate offered chances And with great gusto vocalized Our drama, sports, and dances. My fifteenth loitered all the way And then where all could see Printed these lines and jingling rhymes And called them poetry. My sixteenth worked and played and tried To readjust his mouth Lest sounds and syllables be formed That savored of the South. It is not very hard to guess From all those simple clues The complement they represent For they do not confuse. My whole, therefore, rveiewed, goes by And passes through the gate The Pomfret graduating class Of nineteen-twenty-eight.

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