1977 Yearbook
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1977 Yearbook
Description
country is peopled only with
Americans. All automobile tires
are made in Akron. I am tall and
straight with sandy hair and
clear eyes that meet your gaze
levelly as long as you are there,
and it is to grandmother's house
we are going. The grin is
infectious. The easternmost point
is West Quoddy Head. I am
backwoods humor and horseplay
but I am also tempered with
steel when I plow. Join Army.
Sprawling and epochal am I/over
there. I am the Boston Tea Party
when they threw the cattle
barons and carpetbaggers and
Boss Tweed and the
blantherskites into the water. I
can split rails and unfurl old
glory. Communities are linked
up. I've never seen so many
people singing. It is obvious why
we trust in God. Thank you,
Bountiful. Come a ki-yi. Goin'
Jessie. Some of the things He
has given us include piney
savannas and the penney candy
you find in the Shenandoah
Valley. Because I have downed
so many of them, I am a very
real sense a hamburger.
Geronimo never told a lie. You
can't stand a chicken on its head.
Love ya' America. The Gulf
Stream warms everything, but if
it gets too warm windows'frost
up and it is nice to be inside or
you can put on a jerkin. Allegro,
Mr. Bones. Lines representing
the states are forming. They are
singing about the 225-ton steel-
reinforced copper female figure.
You know who I am. I am the
state of Idaho, "Here We Have
Idaho." Save the last dance for
me, America. Derry down. As I
sing I tighten my belt if need by.
When I think about the Great
Lakes distinguished by the iron
ore in the huge stalagmites
sticking up out of the Grand
Canyon, most of all when I think
about the square shooters and
soobers and gooners and the
broad stripes and bright stars, I
can't believe it. I have dibs on
you America. How green is my
valley, Mr. Deeds. Folderal
deray. Come out, Continentalers.
This song is the real cook's tour
isn't it? It's coming to an end
though. The Eastern Seaboard
and Pacific Coast lines are
heading toward each other.
In the time remaining I will sing
some other things I am. Huzza, I am
jam sessions and chinfests. I am
easy street but I am Hale in the
bush too. There are no bench
warmers. The line just linked! I
can hear you, doughboys and
grease monkeys. I am many more
things that I won't have time for.
The pony express that was first
brought over/Billy Rose and his
beloved Walden Pond/I am coin-
operated/out back in the neck of
the woods are long-legged black
pigs with slender snouts and
prick ears growing their own flax
for linen/betimes/I am stucco'd
with the journeywork of the
stars/S' wonderful/heave'e' yo/in
the vale of elkhorn bathing with
his foothold tenoned is Walt
Whitman/the victuals you et at
the picnic were wonderful/see
spot/tar baby is comin' round the
mountain/when someone says
cross my heart and hope to die,
he means it. Isn't this land
something? That was just one
stanza too. I wish we could go
on. The song doesn't have any
more lines in it. This is the last
time everybody will be holding
hands like this and singing
together. I'm sorry to stop.
The staff of the 1977 OAKS would like to dedicate
this yearbook to all the people who make up this
marvelous collection/patchwork/melting pot of a
country we call home - The United States Of America.
Americans. All automobile tires
are made in Akron. I am tall and
straight with sandy hair and
clear eyes that meet your gaze
levelly as long as you are there,
and it is to grandmother's house
we are going. The grin is
infectious. The easternmost point
is West Quoddy Head. I am
backwoods humor and horseplay
but I am also tempered with
steel when I plow. Join Army.
Sprawling and epochal am I/over
there. I am the Boston Tea Party
when they threw the cattle
barons and carpetbaggers and
Boss Tweed and the
blantherskites into the water. I
can split rails and unfurl old
glory. Communities are linked
up. I've never seen so many
people singing. It is obvious why
we trust in God. Thank you,
Bountiful. Come a ki-yi. Goin'
Jessie. Some of the things He
has given us include piney
savannas and the penney candy
you find in the Shenandoah
Valley. Because I have downed
so many of them, I am a very
real sense a hamburger.
Geronimo never told a lie. You
can't stand a chicken on its head.
Love ya' America. The Gulf
Stream warms everything, but if
it gets too warm windows'frost
up and it is nice to be inside or
you can put on a jerkin. Allegro,
Mr. Bones. Lines representing
the states are forming. They are
singing about the 225-ton steel-
reinforced copper female figure.
You know who I am. I am the
state of Idaho, "Here We Have
Idaho." Save the last dance for
me, America. Derry down. As I
sing I tighten my belt if need by.
When I think about the Great
Lakes distinguished by the iron
ore in the huge stalagmites
sticking up out of the Grand
Canyon, most of all when I think
about the square shooters and
soobers and gooners and the
broad stripes and bright stars, I
can't believe it. I have dibs on
you America. How green is my
valley, Mr. Deeds. Folderal
deray. Come out, Continentalers.
This song is the real cook's tour
isn't it? It's coming to an end
though. The Eastern Seaboard
and Pacific Coast lines are
heading toward each other.
In the time remaining I will sing
some other things I am. Huzza, I am
jam sessions and chinfests. I am
easy street but I am Hale in the
bush too. There are no bench
warmers. The line just linked! I
can hear you, doughboys and
grease monkeys. I am many more
things that I won't have time for.
The pony express that was first
brought over/Billy Rose and his
beloved Walden Pond/I am coin-
operated/out back in the neck of
the woods are long-legged black
pigs with slender snouts and
prick ears growing their own flax
for linen/betimes/I am stucco'd
with the journeywork of the
stars/S' wonderful/heave'e' yo/in
the vale of elkhorn bathing with
his foothold tenoned is Walt
Whitman/the victuals you et at
the picnic were wonderful/see
spot/tar baby is comin' round the
mountain/when someone says
cross my heart and hope to die,
he means it. Isn't this land
something? That was just one
stanza too. I wish we could go
on. The song doesn't have any
more lines in it. This is the last
time everybody will be holding
hands like this and singing
together. I'm sorry to stop.
The staff of the 1977 OAKS would like to dedicate
this yearbook to all the people who make up this
marvelous collection/patchwork/melting pot of a
country we call home - The United States Of America.
Date
1977
Rights
St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
Identifier
http://cdm16810.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16810coll2/id/8961