Prairie Du Chien High School - Blackhawk Yearbook (Prairie Du Chien, WI)

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JUNIOR POEM Fourteen Juniors went a-fishing For to catch a whale, Every Junior was a-wishing He’d hook one without fail. On they went each one a-dragging Lines or poles, a boat or hooks, Some behind the others lagging Carrying things that looked like books. First of all, leading so slowly Came a stout but loyal studeni. Holding fast a deep pail only Since fishing seemed to her not prudent. She fished just for joke and story For material for her year-book And in every page she’ll glory Wheh at last we see her dear book. Tall and slender, a faithful scholar, Strolled along the next in line Fish she caught worth many a dollar With her pole and hook so fine. books She caught lessons learned in school-German verbs and English lore Forgetting oft that happiest outlooks Come of love and smiles galore. Now there came, with hair close-shaven, An earnest, stalwart, square-built lad. Naught in him of coward or craven Naught in him to make one sad. He dragged trolling line, and angled With a fisherman's true luck Sometimes, though, his line he tangled Hut made it straight again, by pluck. Next a slender, quiet maiden With eyes of blue and hair of gold Came a-tripping, heavy laden bold. With the grace of days when knights were She it was who bore a banner Whereon were letters bright and fair. Read she then with modest manner, “Excelsior—this word I bear.’’ Close beside her walked another Contrast strong was there to see, For so dark, so keen, so vibrant. Gay and free from care was she. She bore with her her own tackle Of gracious smiles and pleasant ways These the hooks and lines she carried Winning friends thus all her days. Not far off, a youth bore lightly Besides his poles, a boat as well, For he fished in style, and rightly Not alone—with whom? Can't tell! He had strength and force and power Fair was he and large of limb No labor seemed to make him cower No work or play could e’er daunt him. Treading near, with look so solemn, Walker! a maid with eye so brown With glance direct and mien so modest With hair worn simply like a crown. She, too. fished with all the others Persevered until the end Winning laurels by her patience, Gaining many a trusty friend. Slowly followed another maiden Wearing always a large black bow, Swreet her smile was. and so pleasant While her voice was soft and low. She, too fished for other catches Than are caught in lakes and brooks She learned things of a higher order Lessons studied from her books.

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JUNIOR POEM (Continued) Soon there followed a daughter of Erin Carrying with her hook and line Fishing gaily from morn till even Saying “Come on! Fishing’s fine!” She had a quiet, gentle humor Which saw the funny side of things And the little fish beneath the water Thought “How merrily her laughter rings!” Then, with his boat and trolling line Stalked a lad of aspect grim. When he smiled it worked a marvel. It made a different lad of him. He was good, not alone at fishing For a cheer leader great was he swishing Though lemons through the air were Still he‘d yell to victory. Softly now another damsel Meandered slowly with the rest She cared not for fish or fishing Though she studied with great zest. Her eyes, too, were deep and dark brown And her quietness caused remark But in Latin class most always She was a fish they called a “shark.” Three lassies now came close together The first was tall and light and fair Pink were cheeks, her eyes of a blueness That seemed the heavens own hue to share. Her tackle was a pad and pencil To scribble notes, just now and then, When the fish were biting slowly Until they chose to come again Now, 0 Juniors, the tale is ended Each one is ready to haul in his line May each one of you think your catch is the grandest And every fish a specimen fine. With her, busily a-chattering, Of the happenings of the day Came a daintily clad lassie With merry laugh and pleasant way She, too, had a sense of humor Quick was she to see a joke And from the foibles of her companions Mirth in plenty could she invoke. Fuzzy-haired, blond and petite With the rest came the third fair lass They seemed to talk of many people But especially those of the Junior class. She, however, was intent on her fishing Clam fishing she preferred, you see, Not that clams are so very valuable But within their shells, pearls are said to be!