Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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EOEOIOO T ESTHER JONES, ' 21. HE SUN is sinking in the west, The birds are chattering in their nest, The day is almost done. A light breeze stirs the tree-tops high, Who answer with a long, soft sigh, And curt ' sy to the sun. The breeze now stirs the garden flowers, Carrying their perfume to the distant bowers, And all is calm and still. The sun ' s red tip sinks out of sight, While a bright star ushers in the night. Twinkling o ' er yonder hiU. The laborer from his work comes now, And the soft breeze cools his heated brow, So sweet and so caressing. He trudges on with home in mind, Where comfort he is sure to find, Along with God ' s own blessing.

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A MfIEfrJ)Kf7C ESTHER JONES, ' 21. LOVELY red rose in a garden bloomed, In an old fashioned garden it grew, Where marigold, poppies, asters and pinks Grew alongside the wandering Jew ; But the rose held it ' s head aloof from the rest, Very proud and indignant was she To be placed in a garden with such homely flowers At the side of an ugly old tree. So she turned her face upward toward the blue sky, And lived in a world of her own, While the others grew round at the foot of the bush, And though hurt, left her all alone. But a sudden cloud rose one June afternoon. And the heavy drops beat on her face Till her petals dropped off. Soon forgotten was she And another rose bloomed in her place.

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mm ' BEET mm (Uncle Bill Bottletop ' s reflections on H.C.of L.) FRANCES EUDALY, ' 23. T HE LAND of the honest, the home of the free, But ye can ' t hev sugar in yer coffee or tea, When th ' packin ' houses er filled up fat With meat an ' com an ' all o ' that, An ' then they say they ain ' t got none, I tell yer that ' s a goin ' some. The wholesale houses an ' groceries too, Ther ' s gittin ' to be quite a few, ' Cause they know then kin make lots o ' dough A slippin ' aroun ' an ' a-ehargin ' so. But I tell to ye, folks, they can ' t fool me ' Cause I ' m goin ' to have sugar in my tea. I ' m gonna git some beets an ' grind ' em up fine, An ' put in some cider an ' some apple rind. An ' make a big fire, that ' s roarin ' an ' hot. An ' borl it all down in the old copper pot, An ' then I ' ll hev beet sugar I bet. Fit enuf on a king ' s table to set. An ' when I go to the grocery in town, I ' ll go t ' the ' prieter an ' call ' im down. An ' tell ' im he ain ' t got nothin ' on me, ' Cause I kin make sugar jist as easy as he. An ' then he ' ll laugh an ' say, Haw, haw, Yer the funniest feller I ever saw.