Union City Community High School - Successus Yearbook (Union City, IN)

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CLASS POEM The Freshmen are a frightened lot As they scamper through the halls. They're not quite sure what it's about But think they know it alt. They take their books home every night, Then leave them all for play. They get their ten hours sleep per night And brightly shine all day. The Sophies are so giddy Their poor heads seem to swim, Their life's a rhyme and ditty And they have a thousand yens. They seem to be without an aim To drift with them is fine. Woe to the high-souled youth aflame, When it's graduating time. The Juniors are Sophisticates, They've not a thing to learn. And though they've had no prom to date They'll gladly take their turn. They organize their class with haste, Buy sweaters right and left, But they've a future they must face— They will be seniors yet. The Seniors are the leaders With their dignity and grace; At programs they're front seaters, And they set the whole school’s pace. They choose and plan their class play And. think it lots of fun, And every senior you'll hear say, Twas work, but work well done. Betty Brown ’37 Page Twenty

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