19 Sad but True Now don't get excited if you should hear shrieks. Wallace Anderson's grave is long and thin. His wife killed him with a rolling pin.. Poor Rebecca Marsh, the teacher's pet! We hope their spirits haven't met. Louisa Greer's tomb, you see. She died of grief o'er a sevent-ee. Morton Creswell died this spring, And now with the angels he will sing. Roy Clark's body here should be, But he was drowned in the deep blue sea. Ellen Tarbox lies here—a sweet little child, Whose incessant giggling 'most drove us wild. Margaret Elder lies buried here. We miss her, too, for she was a dear. Another one has gone to rest, And I believe his name was Test. Helen Bradfute lies in this narrow space. She was graceful of form and fair of face. Over this grave we'll all shed a tear, For sweet Millie Parker lies buried here. arguerite Gilkey is now at rest. They say she collapsed from a Chemistry test. Here lies the most bashful boy ever seen. He went by the name of Leslie Dean. Reba Harbison lies under this tree. She was as quiet as quiet could be. Helen Creswell, too, has gone away. Her horse ran off with her one day. Miss Schneder, the teacher, departed—alas! She couldn't survive that Rhetoric Class. Songs Popular at C.C. The Little old Ford rambled right along—Janet. Rebecca of Sunny-brook Farm—Foster. I want a girl—Turnbull. Kiss me Good-night—McClure. Pick-a-wick—Cora Cavender. I'm glad I'm married—Hutchinson. I wonder where my loving man has gone—Irene. Since I fell in love • with Mary—Ralph Elder. • Let's all go 'round to Mary Ann's—"011ie." On the arm of the old Arm-chair—George. I'd rather two-step than waltz, Bill—Helen 0. When you and I were young, Maggie—Duncan. My Eileen—Morton. Bring back my Bonnie to me—Ruth R. 'liza, my 'liza—"Bush" Helen—Clark. My old Kentucky Home—Miss Taylor. 91 17
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