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Nevada City High School - The Quill (371.QUI.1910)(1910) (76 pages)
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Page: of 76
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28 THE QVILL
When she saw my plight she started to go,
And up walked her namesake, Mabel Sandow.
A noted musician indeed she was.
She could play sonatas by the doz.
She had learned the etudes from I major to L,
And the string of composers you should have heard her tell.
When she gave these big names my eyes opened wide,
And, turning, I saw my old schoolmate, Clyde.
Clyde was as solemn as he could be,
For he was a Doctor of Divinity.
Next I saw little “Dent” Searls.
He was holding a map that contained many twirls.
He'd been president of Alleghany Special that had run
From the National Annex to “Sixteen-to-One.”
I heard some noise behind the door,
Out came Elsie Carter and Ruth Moore.
They very pertly informed me
They were famed authors on Papecy.
Next up came Rae, mon cousin de C—
A simple housewife she had been.
A good fire she had built and kindled it well;
And this was the story she had to tell.
How well I remembered the comp. she wrote,
And on that comp. we all did dote.
Build a good fire and handsome your “hub” will be.
She must have succeeded, for handsome was he.
J heard the rattle of bones, as a wagon bumping into a trolley,
And there to my utmost surprise
Came my old friend, Ellsworth Colley.
He'd been a Paderewski the Second, and though it seemed a shame.
He died the very instant he intended to win fame.
Next I turned and chanced to see
George Hampton and his friend, Clarence Bovey.
As civil engineers they had won fame
And on stacks of donkey engines were carved their names.
T heard a voice speak clear and loud,
And, turning, I saw Olive McLeod.