1918 Yearbook
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1918 Yearbook
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"Twould be more than I say any day
And you'd sure send me "Home to Stay."
Happy Thought by Otto B. Shott.
TO PAULA
1. Fair Paula, one bright autumn morn
With finery "decked" her graceful form.
2. Her locks she curled about her face
Which blushed and smiled with girlish grace.
3. Lightly she walked, and her merry gait
Had won her many beaus of late.
4. The cynosure of all eyes was she
So buxom, blithe, and full of glee.
5. Her powdered face massaged with cream
Caused many an eye on her to gleam.
6. At last to Davenport she came
And there her beauty won great fame.
7. The boys were met and soon did rave
Even those who had yet to shave.
8. But Jim she liked the best of all
And soon for him she did fall.
9. And Jim lived on the very floor
And often was seen at Paula's door.
10. His heart toward her world overflow
And from his lips these words did go.
11. "A face more fair, a smile more sweet
Never has it been my lot to meet."
12. "Would she were mine and mine today
The owner of one so gay."
Epilogue
13. The tale I tell is at an end
For fear some one I might offend.
The Tale is short, the sequel long,
But this is just a College song.
HEATLESS DAYS
I am freezing, Ziggy, freezing, Wisdom Row has got my goat.
Ziggy, can you hear me sneezing in my fur-lined over coat ?
'Tis a good old-fashioned winter and the fireman's a scream.
Thirty days have fleeted o'er us, since I heard the sizz of steam.
Let not Hoover's many minions tell us how 'tis lack of coal—
Men can have their own opinions, I could kick Mike for a goal.
In the basement just below us are a hundred tons or more;
Just twelve lumps are in the furnace, don't it make a fellow sore ?
Of the Southland I am dreaming as I shiver in my room—
Of the golden sunlight streaming, while in here it's like a tomb.
Should I perish, cold and lonely, in this frosty room of ours,
And you'd sure send me "Home to Stay."
Happy Thought by Otto B. Shott.
TO PAULA
1. Fair Paula, one bright autumn morn
With finery "decked" her graceful form.
2. Her locks she curled about her face
Which blushed and smiled with girlish grace.
3. Lightly she walked, and her merry gait
Had won her many beaus of late.
4. The cynosure of all eyes was she
So buxom, blithe, and full of glee.
5. Her powdered face massaged with cream
Caused many an eye on her to gleam.
6. At last to Davenport she came
And there her beauty won great fame.
7. The boys were met and soon did rave
Even those who had yet to shave.
8. But Jim she liked the best of all
And soon for him she did fall.
9. And Jim lived on the very floor
And often was seen at Paula's door.
10. His heart toward her world overflow
And from his lips these words did go.
11. "A face more fair, a smile more sweet
Never has it been my lot to meet."
12. "Would she were mine and mine today
The owner of one so gay."
Epilogue
13. The tale I tell is at an end
For fear some one I might offend.
The Tale is short, the sequel long,
But this is just a College song.
HEATLESS DAYS
I am freezing, Ziggy, freezing, Wisdom Row has got my goat.
Ziggy, can you hear me sneezing in my fur-lined over coat ?
'Tis a good old-fashioned winter and the fireman's a scream.
Thirty days have fleeted o'er us, since I heard the sizz of steam.
Let not Hoover's many minions tell us how 'tis lack of coal—
Men can have their own opinions, I could kick Mike for a goal.
In the basement just below us are a hundred tons or more;
Just twelve lumps are in the furnace, don't it make a fellow sore ?
Of the Southland I am dreaming as I shiver in my room—
Of the golden sunlight streaming, while in here it's like a tomb.
Should I perish, cold and lonely, in this frosty room of ours,
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/6691