Throp High School - Hialitza Yearbook (Throp, WA)

Page 35 text:

Jingles My brain, l've racked it every day, To Rnd some poetry that went away, Now, that Ive found it, at last, I know that it will never pass. A stands for Asal A fair maiden and true With lips like the roses And eyes like the dew. v IS stands for Bruce, So tender and fair, His money he spends And doesn't give Z1 care. C stands for Calvin, The runt of his class, But very modest, we know, For he carries a glass. C is for Cecil, Very ruddy and strong, When Cecil gets mad We know somethi11g's gone wrong. D stands for Dorothy, So modest and shy, VVith eyes black as coals And her by-word's Oh My! E stands for Ezra, A gallant young man everyone knows, With rings on his fingers and bells 011 his And he has music wherever he goes. E is for Etta, A very queer girl, XVho never likes the boys, And wears her hair in a curl. E stands for Esther, Gaiser's little dear, And when he's gone and left her, She looks very drear. J stands for Jack, Who does all things in a hurry, I think he was intended to be TOGS A cartoonist instead of having a dairy. -33-

Page 34 text:

Poetry I hate to write poetry. The teacher says, Do sc The Freshmen enjoy it So you must also. So return to your seat, You unfeeling boy, And before this period slips away, A poem produce for our Annual gay. Sadly I enter the classroom, An unhappy existence is mine. Oh for a moment of freedom, Sweet liberty, divine. I'd tie it to this school and yank It over the mountains, lakes and plains, From sea to sea and back again. l'd show this school by Golly Gee! How anything gets fresh with me. Id--YVhat! My gosh, was that the bell! Vv'hat fateful hour that clock does tell! Here comes the Freshman in the room, Thin and green and full of gloom. Here 001119 the Juniors, fat and merry. Here come the Seniors, stern, oh very? Here come the Sophomores, best of all. Here comes the teacher from the hall, She turns my way, down the hall I hear her steps Gee but everything is solemn. Stuart, let me see your poem. tSurely this is my last dayll! Yes, dear teacher, here it be. Dumfounded she takes it and does see- How I love to go to school XVhere we learn the golden rule, Where our teachers kind and true Help us all the long day thru. STUART IRELAND, 24. Two Senior Girls There are two girls in the Senior class, As sure as the day comes to pass, They get out their pencils, papers and pens, And write on the annual till at their wits' ends. One of these girls is Editor-in-Chief, Who is always ready for a crown or wreath, Editor for the Seniors is the other o11e, too, And always anxious and ambitious to do. They always want things their own way, And if this is not so they will argue al.l day, If some one is needed to pet and humor, 'Twill be a coach and a boy who's a .Iunior. M. G. and R. S., '23 -32--

Page 36 text:

jingles - Continued L stands for Loyal, A true citizen he'1l be But he's not quite old enough For he plays marbles, you see. M stands for Mildred, So bashful and shy, VVho always gets her lessons VVithout a single try. M stands for Marshall, The society dude of his class, For he's always polishing his finger nails And never's allowed to sass. N stands for Nellie, So dignified and youngg She'll drive poor Doug crazy, For all she does is hum. R is for Roy, S0 young and so gay, He looks better in blue Than he does in gray. R stands for Raymond, The idiot of his bunch, For he always wiggles and jumps VVhen anyone gives llilll a punch. M. B., '25. The juniors Have a Class Meeting Class meeting today, hark ye, Juniors, here my call! Oh dear! There's Jack, Ray and Marshall out playing ball. ' The prof. and the president are the only ones present, The first that's said is, Well, isn't this pleasant? Up goes the window and the class president calls, Say, you fellows, come up here or---J' With cries of What for? these young Juniors bawl, They come up the stairs stumbling and over each other fall The next question is, VVhere's the rest of the gang? Then Bruce and Ez, come together with a bang. When they see the president they begin pullin' at each glove And the president hears Cal say, First ball, 30 love. Well, says the president, I've got all of you at last, Now get up stairs and get there fast, And after much grumbling and debate, The class meeting begins about 30 minutes late. C. P., '23. ,34--