1919 Yearbook
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1919 Yearbook
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Ye Ballade of Ye Bell
A brazen rusty bell does ring;
We hear it everywhere.
Its raucous-throated shoutings bring
Cold shivers to the air.
Its wailing saddens all that's fair
With grief no pen can tell;
It has of Hades' gifts a share
That brazen rusty bell!
A brazen rusty bell does ring—
They're rushing down the stair,
And out the door like bird on wing
Toward Dempsey's bill o' fare.
And June returns with days so rare,
When musically swell
Its clanging chords beyond compare,
That brazen rusty bell!
A brazen rusty bell does ring
Harsh notes that never, spare
The dreams that gentle slumbers fling
Like mantles over care.
You tumble out and comb your hair;
Sleep holds you in its spell.
It is a pest; it makes you swear—
That brazen rusty bell!
ENVOI
Some days your singing sounds so fair;
Most days it is a knell.
Go hang by that old rope you wear,
You brazen rusty bell!
—S. A. Crabbe.
I v QUITE RIGHT "
Code—Farber treats you like a king.
Reidy—Yes, I owe him five dollars.
YOU TELL 'EM, JOHN
Kinnavey—I never say all that I think.
Gerwe—You sure must think an awful lot.
CORRECT
Fr. M. (in Scripture)—Mr. Moore, in what condition was Job at the end
of hislife?
Doc—Dead.
A brazen rusty bell does ring;
We hear it everywhere.
Its raucous-throated shoutings bring
Cold shivers to the air.
Its wailing saddens all that's fair
With grief no pen can tell;
It has of Hades' gifts a share
That brazen rusty bell!
A brazen rusty bell does ring—
They're rushing down the stair,
And out the door like bird on wing
Toward Dempsey's bill o' fare.
And June returns with days so rare,
When musically swell
Its clanging chords beyond compare,
That brazen rusty bell!
A brazen rusty bell does ring
Harsh notes that never, spare
The dreams that gentle slumbers fling
Like mantles over care.
You tumble out and comb your hair;
Sleep holds you in its spell.
It is a pest; it makes you swear—
That brazen rusty bell!
ENVOI
Some days your singing sounds so fair;
Most days it is a knell.
Go hang by that old rope you wear,
You brazen rusty bell!
—S. A. Crabbe.
I v QUITE RIGHT "
Code—Farber treats you like a king.
Reidy—Yes, I owe him five dollars.
YOU TELL 'EM, JOHN
Kinnavey—I never say all that I think.
Gerwe—You sure must think an awful lot.
CORRECT
Fr. M. (in Scripture)—Mr. Moore, in what condition was Job at the end
of hislife?
Doc—Dead.
Date
1919
Rights
St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
Identifier
http://cdm16810.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16810coll2/id/4592