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

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He ween large in soul, in body small. Ther weren also a meyden faire, Who hadden locks of golden haire, She weren very jolly too, And all the learning that she knew, Woulde fill a library of bookes, She weren faire and gud of lookes. Ther weren eek a tiny lasse. Who weren a pilgrim with the classe, Full of life and fire she weren, She hadden mischief too, to burn. Ther weren eek a solemn girl, And thru her lessons she coulde whirl, Bright she weren and gud of speech, Right able weren she to teach. She weren small of frame and quick of weys, She’ll leave her name in coming days. Among the authors of the world. Ther weren also another girl, In form she weren plump and fat. When she wore a dress or hat, It weren in the latest style, On her looks I’ll pause awhile. Dark weren her eye, which like a star did flashe, From underneath a dark eyelashe, Faire weren her face, but for one respect, It were with freckles well bedecked. She could play the piano some, And eek could pl y well on a drum. Ther weren eek a brilliant lasse, Who could never to you, answer yes, But Ja and that so slow: That she weren Dutch one well myght know, She weren bright and diligent, And of the German Club weren president. Another girl ther also weren, Who weren of her manner stern. She lived down by the rail-road track; Her haire it weren a glossy black. Her dark eyes gleamed like balls of fire. When she was filled with wrath or ire; A richer girl was never known, For a houseful of coppers, she had at home. With the reste ther weren a ladde, Who never weren seen looking sadde, But always wore a smiling face. Of candy, he alweys had galore, Which he got from his brother’s store, Also lots of chewing gum, Of all in the classe he weren a chum. Ther weren also a bright yong man, With ability to do what anyon can.

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And she had her haire clipped on her browe. Of a ladde, too. I’ll tell now, Who came from off hys father’s farme; He weren tall and lank and long of arme, He could play ryght well at basketbal. Now again I’ll tell you all. Of a ladde who came from Wauzeka, He was tall in height, eek a Strong and very burly ladde too, For he was raised by the Kikapoo. Ther weren also a sturdy ladde, Who a genius for drawing hadde, And he weren a ryght jolly good fellow. Now again I will try to tell you, Of two musicians, who were brothers, They wern along with all the others. Oon was well versed with the shrill clarinet, In the orchestra the other played second cornet. Both weren of complexion dark. Ther weren also a merry yonge lark. Little of stature, but great of minde, In his studies he weren never behinde; And plenty of candy he always hadde. Ther weren also another ladde, He combed his hair so it stood up straight, At his books and studies he did first rate. When the Junyer’s wrote their booke, They gave him the taske it to overlooke. And he also played the first cornet. Ther weren another musician yet, Who played ryght well on the Slyde-trombone. In his studies he weren not a drone. He weren the president of the classe, Ther weren also another lasse, Who weren also a good musician. She weren of dark complexcioun, She played well on the piano-forte, She weren truly a jolly sorte. With the rest ther weren a boye, Whose heart would overflow with joye, If he could learn to be a druggist, Of size, he weren neither smallest nor biggest. He had fine light golden haire, And did alweys sit and Stare. Also with them weren a writer, At writing stories none were brighter, But his other studies weren in the dark, He weren not a geometry shark. Another boy weren ther, With shining locks of silver haire. He surely weren a merry boy, The only son of Father Joy, His smiles weren welcomed by them all.

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At first he studied with all his vim, But soon other thyngs attracted him. Then caren he not for hys studies at alle, Of stature he weren stout, but not talle. He weren business manager of the Junyer’s Booke, A ride on horse-back every dey he tooke. Ther weren also another fellow, Of whom I am now about to tell you. He weren just like any commun one, Could fish and skate and shoot a gun, He got on very well at scoole. This fellow would ride een on a mule, When he went about upon an errand. With another ladde my ta e I’ll end. He weren a ladde of husky form, Tho not very long of limb or arme. He weren very merry and jovial with alle; And weren a very fine player at basketbal. But ere he completed his pilgrimage, He heeded not the good old adage, Which saith, “Try, try again, if you fail.” And quit, just like I drop my tale.