Tarkio College - Tarkiana Yearbook (Tarkio, MO)

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,1 fl' A ' 'Mb ug? Q55 I ', ii .' TO A MITTEN. A poor little, wee, little mitten A dainty QU dear little thing, But yet to a heart that is smitten It comes with a biff and a hing. A poor little, dear little mitten Alone is a terrible thing, But yet to a heart that is smitten Filled with hand, it makes wedding hells ring 656212313 em fi' -fi.,-,U O ,-. .-GW-, ,. N, . ..., -...,,,..,.-, , ,W N , V 'B- Z gg: 93.5-.fr-.W '

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1 I3. He hath striven with all his might to play football and knocketh ms teeth ..,f-' outg he breaketh his back in the gym and peeleth his knees at basketball. 1:1 .:. .Jr 'lf l4. Withall he is much discouraged and heaveth a mighty sigh. He consiclereth his failures and is sore ashamed. y f ,FU . . . . -wmv. .,f l5. He knoweth nothing in mathematics and the cube and 'H fpiel mean less ' to him than I-lic, haec, hoc. I6. I-le ponclereth long and at length packeth his trunk and goeth home. His father meeteth him and hieth him to the back wooclsi' where he hoeth the bean and feecleth the swine as of olcl. l7. Go to the Collegites, thou Prepitesg consider their Ways ancl be wise. The words of the prophet are enclecl. 1 M T ? 3 ii? F 1 5 I Im ,' , 1. fi ,A t 'lil H g mt ' t ' -49- fmv'

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- .. ...s.a..4E W aeEfE res: ..... .... . G32 it YJ' --H -I H .. .if iii .. A CGNVALESCENT IN DIVERS KEYS. INSOMNIA. Oft upon and after midnight I-Iave I softly shut the lid tight On a book and tried to rid quite From my mind its cumbrous Ioreg But for all my idle learning And for all my futile yearning And for all my peevish dreaming, Morpheus would come no more. Then disgust arising o'er me, Reams of fools-cap spread before me, Straightway I proceed to score the Pride and vanity of Iifeg But ere long from out the ceiling There comes downward gently stealing Such a drowsy, happy feeling That I 'soon forget my strife: And back beneath the covers creeping I betake myself to sleeping Thoughts all silent that before were rife. LARYNCITIS. I. I have heard of your fame without end Laryngitis. A I-Iave e'en known your cousin and friend Tonsilitis But ne'er,tiII this hour I-Iave I felt your grim power Nor realized just what your might is. 2. Take away this unnatural bass, MV old baritone put in its place. Did I sing this poor ditty You 'd give over for pity, And hide, leaving never a trace. 3. Come now, old Larry, and leave me. Iim sure you Id not willingly grieve me. Just pack up your grippe And give me the slip. You don't know how much you '11 relieve m LOGAN CROXVNITIS. Oh, I 've heard of pains of consumption, And I' ve read of pains of the goutg But here 's an ache will take the cake Over every other out. -51- E ,N ,. Si - 4- ui? - f' li: -