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Show 1920 Page Thirteen Z, Can — Y oS Ay WLLLAAe SENIOR CLASS * . ZO YAY Y v STIL ~~ BY < ~ SSS yy SSNS Z ~ RY Ye ot NOVEMBER, REPORT. There’s a “bunch” in this old high school, Called the class of 721, Who’s “pep” is always growing, And who’s course has just begun. When we started just as Freshmen, Oh, a long, long time ago, We were ’fraid of “mighty Seniors,” And we treated them Then we Where We sat next the Sophs were bashful just so. the ceiling, are sitting now, little creatures, Always ’scared we'd start a row. We'll forget those Freshie days now, Those knee pants and dainty frills, When old Barnes was strong on Afton, Always getting little thrills. So through two other years we’ve As Sophs and Juniors we were Maroon and Gray came To success we'll last. Now this year we've through got before bounded, fast, a plunging, us, But we’re “fixed” and have our start, And we know that we’ll ramble, If ~ach Senior plays his part. |