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Maria Dorothea Scott - Class Poem For Ashland High 1905

In the little town of Ashland,

Situated on a hill,

Stands an ancient red brick schoolhouse,

Which the eager scholars fill.

Now from this red brick schoolhouse,

On the twenty sixth of May,

Will come a class of students

On their graduation day.

The members of this worthy class

Are not destined by fate,

To pass without some notice,

So a few tales I'll relate.

At the beginning of the year

We had to pay fee

For all the glassware that we broke,

In studying chemistry.

Now Clarence O. and Pearl W.

Broke too much through unknowin',

Pearl paid for her's by whitling,

But Clarence is still a owin'.

But when our other Pearl sings

The people turn to look,

And gaze around in much surprise,

When they only see a cook.

You have listened to our class song,

That we sang with hearts as merry,

The composers of this masterpiece

Are Emma H. and Edith Perry.

Among our well known classmates

Are Robert, George and Harry

Who star in the high school ball team,

And victories from others carry.

You will notice on this program,

If the program you have read,

That we have a noted singer

And we found her in a Shedd.

Nellie and Myrtle are quiet girls

And studious as well,

While Earl Butts works hard also

As everyone can tell.

Three of the members of our class,

Show wisdom in their faces.

Of course you know from what I've said,

That I mean the "Three Graces".

Leta is fond of English,

This by her marks is shown,

While Helen likes geometry,

Because she is a Cone.

Two of our friends are so attached,

That when the one you see,

You know the other's near at hand,

Their names begin with "E."

The only ones left to mention

Are Louise H. and Alma Perrine,

And as they are so well acquainted,

I'll say nothing more this time.

Now here's to the Class of 1905,

As they enter the "School of Life."

May they be equipped with courage strong,

And at last win their way in the strife.

And when we meet in future years

To talk about "Old Times,"

"We'll take a cup of kindness yet,

For Auld Lang Syne."


Source: "Personal Papers of Jesse Scott Milliner" 3675