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Nevada City High School - The Quill (371.QUI.1910)(1910) (76 pages)
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THE QUILL 27
He said in Grass Valley he had won his degrees
d before death had been Justice of Peace.
He stepped back then and went to his case.
He thought I could tell his age from his face.
I stw his motive, so let him go.
The next to step up was “Tatsie’’ Rowe.
Milton had been what no other cou'd be—
Dalton the Second in chemistry.
He'd discovered radium by the tons;
'so, that the earth had six suns.
He tried to exp'ain this process to me,
But I, like a dunce, just couldn't see.
T was then feeling rather mean,
\Vhen up stepped my life saver, Maud Lean.
She had been a teacher, she said,
And taught her knowledge to the well bred;
Not the golden rule, but the rule of go'd,
Which she later explained, “If you must hold.”
Next up stepped our friend, Harry Cook,
“nd no matter how strange it may seem,
He won all his fame writing a book
On “A Tour Through the Country on a Brakebeain.”
Then I saw Irving Simmons with that very same simile;
He'd won all his fame on his mother’s woodpile.
“\Ve count our earthly gain but loss,”
T heard a familiar voice say;
And, turning, I saw my o!d friend, Ross,
Reciting his part in a play.
An actor bold he had grown to be,
And he had been starring
A
d gradually toured
To the top of old Broadway.
Mebel Pellamounter next I saw, and sure, I nearly forgot
She hed taught for years amo, amas, amat.
She studied in Europe and Sicily,
And started a string of Latin to me.
I couldn’t translate it: hadn’t seen it for years,
And the thought of old Caesar to my eyes brot tears.