1921 Yearbook
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1921 Yearbook
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The boy stood on the corner,
His feet were on the ground,
His eyes were pointed forward,
And his nose was moving 'round.
He saw close by in the distance
A man riding slowly on foot,
He silently hailed the stranger
And asked for a "cigaroote".
Some are born with black eyes ; some attain black eyes ; while others have black
eyes thrust upon them. (Babe Green happens to be one of the "thrust".)
Mike Wagner spent one Sunday afternoon with his uncle, who resides at Slick,
Oklahoma. Train service between Davenport and Slick must be wonderful. Surely
it isn't a branch of the Rock Island. Or perhaps Mike is "slick".
Gannon : "Well, gang, I guess there's nothing else to do so I'll go down to American History class and go to sleep."
"Have another 'Green River', Gannon. Lucier's paying for it."
Heffron gives us the startling information that diamonds grow in the Sahara desert.
I stood on the bridge at midnight
As the clock was striking the hour,
Busily feeding the fishes,
For the Ho-made Hootch was sour.
Professor : "Well, Hines, when are you going to stop roasting the College?"
R. Hines : "When I do I'll let Father Barry the hatchet."
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His feet were on the ground,
His eyes were pointed forward,
And his nose was moving 'round.
He saw close by in the distance
A man riding slowly on foot,
He silently hailed the stranger
And asked for a "cigaroote".
Some are born with black eyes ; some attain black eyes ; while others have black
eyes thrust upon them. (Babe Green happens to be one of the "thrust".)
Mike Wagner spent one Sunday afternoon with his uncle, who resides at Slick,
Oklahoma. Train service between Davenport and Slick must be wonderful. Surely
it isn't a branch of the Rock Island. Or perhaps Mike is "slick".
Gannon : "Well, gang, I guess there's nothing else to do so I'll go down to American History class and go to sleep."
"Have another 'Green River', Gannon. Lucier's paying for it."
Heffron gives us the startling information that diamonds grow in the Sahara desert.
I stood on the bridge at midnight
As the clock was striking the hour,
Busily feeding the fishes,
For the Ho-made Hootch was sour.
Professor : "Well, Hines, when are you going to stop roasting the College?"
R. Hines : "When I do I'll let Father Barry the hatchet."
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Date
1921
Rights
St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
Identifier
http://cdm16810.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16810coll2/id/4063