Riddle High School - Shamrock Yearbook (Riddle, OR)

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Sneak Day By James Nichols T’was the 28th of March in ’41, When the Juniors and Seniors decided to run. And in pursuit the Sophomores came, Who hunted all day, but all in vain. On a secluded branch of Jim Henslee’s ranch, The party was called to a halt. The cars were stalled and the roll was called, Someone had forgotten the salt. Then upon the hill that was steep as a wall, And into the dusty hole. Strode that gayest of groups from nuts to soup, To avoid the wind and the cold. ’Way up on top a horse was secured, And riding provided some sport. Then back to the cars with bruises and scars, To trip, and skip and cavort. Then out on the turf the feast was spread, The group all gathered around. The eating commenced, appetites were immense, No dieting was to be found. Into the cars and up to the falls, The party of culprits advanced. Thence into the brink for a dip in the drink, T’would make a polar-bear dance. School was out so they started home, Small obstacles were in the way, But the joy was deprived, when at school they arrived And found the “fiddler” to pay.