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Nevada City High School - The Quill (371.QUI.1916)(1916) (152 pages)
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THE QUILI JUNE, 1916
Now a suffragette meeting in Ireland I found
And it was Rita they all gathered around!
We all thought by her voice she would make a big stake,
And here she was doing that, surely as fate.
A movey scenario next held my attention
Wherein gentle Irma made a balloon ascension.
Then I viewed a Texas plain
Where huge steers dashed—and they WEREN'T tame,
Up galloped Doris, and her lasso threw
And down to ground the fiercest drew.
A pretty nook next did I spy
Serving as means to rest my eye,
A tree—brook—flowers—one cloud above,
And ‘she’ and Bill—just making love.
A huge architect’s office now loomed into view
Where Alice was ‘‘boss,’’ and was spilling ink, too!
Now for a change a cute cottage new
Where Mag taught domestic science—for two.
Near there was another rose-grown little place
Where, as I learned, resided Miss Grace;
She was writing plays for the comedy stage!
What changes DO come on with age!
Across the sea on a palm-shaded isle
I was sure I saw our Marjory’s smile,
She sang as she strummed her ukelele
While a blonde Hawaiian kept time gaily.
A monastery John ruled, devoid of laughter
He ne’er had a girl, nor ne’er would after.
Next I saw upon Market street
A huge candy store with every thing sweet
’T’was labeled ‘“‘Smith’”’ and t’was Zeta’s I knew,
She was so fond of sweet things—nothing new.
Adjoining this was a grand dancing school
Where the steps were practised according to rule (?),
It goes without saying that this place was Dave’s
And Society everywhere over him raves.
At Paris I peeped into a music hall;
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