Wellesley High School - Wellesleyan Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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Then came the morning rasping as I shut my locker door Then I nodded nearly napping Listening to a teacher rapping Thinking it an utter bore. The teacher yawned and shook his head “Go do your other work,” he said. I took a dime and called instead Bomb Scare threats from Star next door Ah how distinctly I remember It was in the bleak November When report cards came And mine was rotten to the core. 10

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Just thinking of Brigham shakes Friendly french fries, Sunshine steaks, All this dreaming somehow makes Food fit for the dog. Styrofoam cups, paper plates, plastic straws sure taste great. Taste them, nibble them, eat them whole Fill yourself and hold up your bowl! 9

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“Prophet,” said I “thing of evil” “do you mark my doom to come?” Shall I be thrown from here illiterate Saying this my heart grew stronger hesitating then no longer Tackled I the books and papers Piled up upon the floor. Then for luck I joined the play And sang in rapture opening day The audience begged for three encores A bum I’d be now nevermore. Horatio Alger is my name Follow me and when my fame Hardwork and blindness I underscore To leave the school with faith restored.