Obiter . iss Helen Phillips became her successor. We are the of Stately Normal, but we intend to do our bit, asthe years to come will surely prove. Who seeks success must falter not, nor shirk ; The only road that leads to it is work. 125 JOBITEFLI; 1 leia 1 Trot Wisdom Secrecy is a good policy. He whose pony runs away,Will get a zero round next day. A little trotting now and then,Is practiced by the best of men. The teacher makes the trot go. Onl\ a fool never changes his trot. A pony makes the marks go down. A fool and his trot are soon parted. A student is known by the pony he rid
Obiter . iss Helen Phillips became her successor. We are the of Stately Normal, but we intend to do our bit, asthe years to come will surely prove. Who seeks success must falter not, nor shirk ; The only road that leads to it is work. 125 JOBITEFLI; 1 leia 1 Trot Wisdom Secrecy is a good policy. He whose pony runs away,Will get a zero round next day. A little trotting now and then,Is practiced by the best of men. The teacher makes the trot go. Onl\ a fool never changes his trot. A pony makes the marks go down. A fool and his trot are soon parted. A student is known by the pony he rides. People who ride trots shouldnt mind falls. Ponies will be ridden in the best regulated classes. There is no trot like an old trot, for they are interlinear. Advanced Guards Hep- Hep- He]! He])— Hep We hear the approaching tread of a mighty host. Can it bethe Allies advancing on Berlin ? No, it is only the girls marching to Girls Meeting. March On ! Heji— He])— Hep— Hep— He]) ! 12U JOBITER.)^. 10BITEa|.^S,.ggri Ode on Flirtation f HREE little lassies, all in a row, Each one was longing, for a big, handsome beau. The first wanted brown eyes. The second dark blue. And the third little lass Said most anything would do. So they wandered and wandered Up and down the street, Til (it is the vulgar truth), until they had cold feet. When lo, in the distance, to their unrestrained joy. There appeared that harmless biped. That is sometimes called a boj. The three sly maidens, their victim to meet, Had to hurry themselves and cross the street. But alas for the one, who laughed a little louder. For a jitney came along and ground her to a powder ! The second little lass, with a shriek of despair. Jumped ravingly into the air And an aeroplane caught in her hair ! (Drat ! Drat !) The third little lass, her antagonists fewer. Went skidding along, and slipped in a sewer ! The street was deserted, save for the one boy alone. And he, unconscious, went whistling on. Then a moral, young
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