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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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