Wallace High School - Pepper Yearbook (Wallace, IN)

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.- V- feud poem This is a little story About the class of ' 56 There're lots of things we could write But we'11 not tell all our tricks. We gathered at the school house In the year of '44, Our eyes bright and sparkling Who could ask for more? But as the years want by Some moved and we were sad, Then we'd gain some new ones And we were always glad. At last we're nine in number Only three of us are girls, You see who wins our arguments Of course, the ones with curls. We aren't so very tall Or wide as you all know But we're always ready To get right up and go. We, like the rest of you, Don't always agree But it all works out And we're happy, you see. Twelve years we've struggled And done all our work,f And longed for the time We could sit backfand shirk. Now as the time Comes close to the end, We know not for sure Which road will win. We hope we choose well In our struggle and strife, And will serve our fellow men In all roads of life. Gur parents have lectured us Almost every day, In hopes that we wouldn't All be led astray. So its our hope in life To fullfill every wish And have all of you think We're some SWELL DISH.