Posse Nissen School - Possum Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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3965 SUM ' Hard we worked and strove together. Learned to know each other better. Laughed at pranks played by our sisters, By our kind and thoughtful sisters. Some of us were lawless maidens. Would not do as we were counseled, Caused great noise to come unhindered, From our cabin after hours. Then Chief Nissen, coming hither. Spake to us with voice of censure, Warned us but we never heeded, How repentant were we maidens When, while others gladly rested, Toiled the guilty in the noon day, As about the camp we labored. Strange it was that ever, always, When the sun rose in the heavens. Rose above the eastern pine trees. All we little Nissen maidens Slumbered soundly in our cabins, Most reluctant as to waking. But when night came down upon us. Came with darkness down upon us, Then it was we sprightly maidens Wanted more of fun and frolic. Then Chief Nissen coming hither, Coming with a light that flasheth. Cast its gleaming ray upon us, Bright and beaming ray upon us. Quieting such boisterous maidens. When the Hunter's Moon was waning, When its end was drawing nearer. All of the great tribe of Nissen, Packed our goods and wended homeward. Happy with the thought that later. With the coming of the Segwun, Back would come the happy seniors. Joyful that we were returning. Springtime came to Posse-Nissen. And the Rose Moon downward shining, Saw the seniors coming hither. Bringing with them younger sisters. W-El P Cl

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:DQS SUM ITTki Camp Historu Should you ask me whence the language Of this story which I tell you, With its quaint archaic rhythm, And its frequent repetition? I should answer, I should tell you, From the legend of Hiawatha, He who dearly loved the camp fire In the days now long forgotten. Ye who love the haunts of nature, Love the sunlight of the meadow, Love the shadow of the forest, Love the splendor of the mountains, And the rushing of the water, Listen to what I shall tell you Of the camp called Posse-Nissen. Of the camp called Posse-Nissen, By the waters of the Peace Lake, By the ever winding trout creek. With its lilting, laughing water. There our tribe, for three moons, gladly Lived and laughed and worked together Lessons of the field and forest, Of the flowers of the meadow, Of the song-birds in the tree-tops, Of the ever flitting insects. Learned we, too, of skill and prowess, Skill in games and in athletics, On the land and in the water, Taught us by our camp directors And our ever helpful teachers, Here arrived, one day in autumn, In the year of l930, Many stalwart Nissen maidens, We, who have become the seniors, Here we lived in four strong cabins Built of wood from nearby forests, P .

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Q65 SUM Then it was we happy maidens, Did enjoy great fun and frolic, Teaching to these newer sisters, All that we had learned of camp lore. But alas! misfortune met us: Gitche Manito, the Mighty, Caused great rain to come upon us, Come with torrents down upon us, Flooding all the fields and bridges. But we dauntless Nissen maidens, Gallantly did show our courage, Braved the weather, not complaining, Did our work with great decision, Played our games as was our custom, Went long journeys from our campland Cooked our meals on fires we kindled, Made our beds beneath the pine trees, Rested then until the morning When we rose up bright and early, All desirous to be warmer. Turned we then our weary footsteps, Homeward to our sturdy cabins. Faded soon the Moon of Roses, Bringing to a close our camptimc, But before the Red Moon setteth, Back again we quickly hastened. Worked we there with greatest fervor, Strove we hard in competition, Learning much in lore of woodland, Gaining much in strength and vigor. All too soon our camp life ended: Ended was our forest freedom: Gone our days of outdoor living, With the friendship of our sisters. One great feast we all attended: One last council all together Ere we turned our faces homeward. Sad were we as then we parted, Parted from Camp Posse-Nissen. From our much loved Posse-Nissen. ll061