Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 125, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 May 1913 — SENIOR CLASS POEM. [ARTICLE]

SENIOR CLASS POEM.

f (By Walter Hush). Among the many interesting features of the “class night* events of the commencement class, all of which were original, was the following class poem, written by Walter Bush, of Medaryville, and read by Edson Murray. It is published at the request of several who heard it read: - A Senior class of Rensselaer Will graduate again this year. course, is nothing new,For Senior classes always do. But changes come as time moves on. And of all classes that have gone From out this school in time now past, No class was ever like the last. Nor iS our class like any more That ever left this school before. Now in our plain and simple way, We shall endeavor to portray, Some simple facts about their lives. And if perchance our random drives Should hap some Senior to offend; We hope our classmate and our . friend Will stop to think we mean no ill, We friendship and good will. \ The brightest boy in the Senior class, The boy who never failed to pass, The “goat” of every joke and jest, Although in classes he’s the best, Progressive, he was and he is stilt, Oh! you all know our “Scary Bill.” Dean gave him a lecture in class one day, For holding Roy’s hands in an uncouth way. Now Bill wasn’t led on by love or remorse^ He simply was studying the physical force, That was holding by friction Roy’s hand to his own. For you know Bill’s a scientist, clear to the bone.

September last from Frankfort came President Choate, of football fama Dead Choate, so full of nerve and fire, 0 The hero the girls admire, And “Pidge,” like him, the football game, Has started on the road to fame. “Pidge,” whose bright and beaming eyes, Would woo the Goddess of the skies, ■ Is a ladies’ man, and I hear, He has a case with “Katie dear.” In the Senior class is a youth called Van, And he of the class is the funny man. He always has something funny to say, And he says it in such a childlike way, The Seniors laugh till they nearly die, And Van can’t see the reason why. On Wednesday last to Pauline and Nell, A strange accident befell. A youth without good sense desired To take them home and he got fired. Undaunted still as it does seem He seized Pauline and she did scream. She scared the pood “kid” most-to death, And dashed home, panting, out of breath.

Of the* comedy stunts of the Senior class Pete Thompson is the clown, And the honor of being his partner We must give to Mary Brown; And I need not say Miss Childers Has been making love again To the members of the Faculty Who are unmarried men. When Miss Stocksick has finished H. S. She’s going right on you see. She’ll go through courtship college For the M. R. S. degree. Ruth is our ideal maiden Of the woman suffrage type. She’ll marry a “henpecked” husband Whenever the time is right. T V /' - .y ■ . '■ Sage and Adams are “countryjakes,” And Pollard and Gish are too. They all were high school athletes And all to their colors were true. “Shessie” is the marshal’s son, He is*a man of straw, His favorite expression isir “Open, in the name of the law.” Ernest will be a chemist, All the world will know his name, And- he willtake Miss Kahler With him on the road to fame. Ray Laßue is a band boy true, And Robinson a theatrical star. When he gives a play the whole 'H. S. f Will gather from afar. Aileen returned at Christmas From the wild and wooly west, Shtfs s sweet, sweet girl, and it has been said, That mamma’s boy likes her best. Brussie is a sensible boy Who lives up north by Parr,

But onceuto me his sweet-heart said He’d hitched his wagon to a star. Tom Padgitt is a musician, A members of the boys’ quartet. He used to go with Aileen, And ’tis said he loves her yet. Josie is the type of girl That makes an ideal lover, She thinks that if a girl’s too tall For kises, she should stoop over. Minnie and Blanche are maids demure, But right good girls are they, If they keep on at the present rate They’ll be old maids some day. “Happy” is a Gillamite, From Medaryville is she, But she learned all they could teach her there In one short year, you sea Bushy came from the same little burg, But not so smart is he^ For she learned all in one year The things that-took him three. These are all of the Seniors wise, Who graduate this year. The sun of hope shines o’er their heads, With rays both bright and clear. We wish them health, we wish them love, We wish them many joys, We wish the best that life may bring, To these happy girls and boys.