. Schoolma'am 1917. OUR PHOTO MAN Ha! Here he stands, our Photo Man!Who takes these pictures—best he photographs us for this bookWith not a frown or worried look—But then, for him well always smile.( Sh-h! Someone snaps him the while.)The Schoolmawi. therefore, curtsies lowTo him whose work these pages showAnd thanks him. too, with all her heartFor the faithful way he did his part. H. QDur Btnrittta Have you been to our she nestles by the sea? Have you felt the breath of heaven. Oer her hills so freely given? Have you heard the thawing river? Heard the winds through p
. Schoolma'am 1917. OUR PHOTO MAN Ha! Here he stands, our Photo Man!Who takes these pictures—best he photographs us for this bookWith not a frown or worried look—But then, for him well always smile.( Sh-h! Someone snaps him the while.)The Schoolmawi. therefore, curtsies lowTo him whose work these pages showAnd thanks him. too, with all her heartFor the faithful way he did his part. H. QDur Btnrittta Have you been to our she nestles by the sea? Have you felt the breath of heaven. Oer her hills so freely given? Have you heard the thawing river? Heard the winds through pine trees quiver? Have you heard the robins sing In the budding trees in spring. When through fragrant woods a-creeping Sweet arbutus comes a-peeping? Have you seen the darkies dancing By queer music, soft, entrancing? Have you ever joined their chasing In the winter, cold and bracing, When the possum tracks remind them Hungry mouths were left behind them? Then youve been to our she lies beside the sea. Dorothy Richardson
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