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Oconto Thistle
(1913)

"We are ten": senior poem,   p. [15]


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"WE ARE TEN" 
SENIOR POEM 
I met a senior girl,                                   And next in line comes
Orrie, 
A graduate she said;                                   A jolly fellow he
is 
Her eyes were bright, her step was light,              In basket ball, and
studious too, 
Much knowledge in her head.                            And when a thing-is
done why, 'tis! 
"Sisters and brothers, little maid,                    And Stanley,
too, is in the list, 
How many may you be?"                                  He wears a joyful
smile, 
"How many? Ten in all," she said,                      From school
h surely will be missed, 
"All wise including me.                                For he's in mischief
all the while. 
There's Alex a dandy boy,                              And next is jolly
Kathryn, 
The basket ball captain is he.                         A gay basket ball
girl; 
His duties are many; he is no toy;                     She doesn't care at
all what's said, 
A great man he is sure to be.                          She takes life in
a whirl. 
In each exam, Earl Schaal                              Then comes Ernest,
Has passed easily, you see,                            Who was Literary President
this year, 
And with the 1912's Class                              He ruled the Student
Body well, 
A graduate will be.                                    But no one gave him
a parting tear. 
There's Alma gifted and wise,                          Of Ford I nearly forgot
to tell, 
Who of this class is a member,                         The best of students
is he, 
Who chatters from morn until night,                    He studies hard day
and night, 
But never says things we remember.                     And never plays. No
siree! 
Of Linton, I don't know what to say,                   We're all that's left
from these four years, 
A studious boy is he,                                  Our required work
is done; 
Reserved ard quiet, laughing and gay,                  We leave you now with
parting tears, 
A very good senior, you see.                           For new laurels should
be won." 
Per NEITTA M. STEERES. 


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