1918 Yearbook
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Title
1918 Yearbook
Description
Humorous
Joe Malone submits:
I'd rather be a robber
A horse-thief or a miser
Captain Kidd or Jesse James
Than be the darned old.....!
We would print the word matching miser, but our book would not go
well in the home of the faithful satellites, the West End. The latest reports indicate a general distribution of Iron Crosses in those parts.
This from Gerwe:
What's the use of cleaning house
As Raymond K might say:
It all takes time and trouble—
And it's apt to be dirty next day.
(He also uses Poets' liscenses.)
There's one little poem I can't forget,
It's got all poets up the tree;
I've known it long; I know it yet—
It's title is an "Ode to Me."
ODE TO ME
I ought not tell, but I feel I must
And only feel it right and just,
That when I reach my own "Home Town,"
I'll be greeted by men of great renown.
The great Commercial Club, Mr. Jones by name
Will shake my hand and wish me fame
And, Oh! if you could hear him say,
"Welcome home dear friend, to stay."
The Great "Bo Band" will meet me too
And play all the pieces they ever knew.
Oh! that rendering music seems to say,
"Welcome home dear friend, to stay."
Even the birdies in the tree-top,
Sing, as from bough to bough they hop.
And in their songs I can hear them say,
"Welcome home dear friend, to stay."
And all the boys and girls I know,
Flock as if it were a show,
And all at once they try to say,
"Welcome home dear friend, to stay."
Now if you could see all these things
All these beautiful happenings
Joe Malone submits:
I'd rather be a robber
A horse-thief or a miser
Captain Kidd or Jesse James
Than be the darned old.....!
We would print the word matching miser, but our book would not go
well in the home of the faithful satellites, the West End. The latest reports indicate a general distribution of Iron Crosses in those parts.
This from Gerwe:
What's the use of cleaning house
As Raymond K might say:
It all takes time and trouble—
And it's apt to be dirty next day.
(He also uses Poets' liscenses.)
There's one little poem I can't forget,
It's got all poets up the tree;
I've known it long; I know it yet—
It's title is an "Ode to Me."
ODE TO ME
I ought not tell, but I feel I must
And only feel it right and just,
That when I reach my own "Home Town,"
I'll be greeted by men of great renown.
The great Commercial Club, Mr. Jones by name
Will shake my hand and wish me fame
And, Oh! if you could hear him say,
"Welcome home dear friend, to stay."
The Great "Bo Band" will meet me too
And play all the pieces they ever knew.
Oh! that rendering music seems to say,
"Welcome home dear friend, to stay."
Even the birdies in the tree-top,
Sing, as from bough to bough they hop.
And in their songs I can hear them say,
"Welcome home dear friend, to stay."
And all the boys and girls I know,
Flock as if it were a show,
And all at once they try to say,
"Welcome home dear friend, to stay."
Now if you could see all these things
All these beautiful happenings
Publisher
Wagner's Printery
Date
1918
Rights
St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
Identifier
http://cdm16810.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16810coll2/id/6690