1917 Cedrus Yearbook

19 Junior Jingles We know not what a day may bring; The future's veiled from all; So the past of the class of '18 We'll endeavor to recall. So if you my gentle readers, Will give me a little time, I will tell you as I know it, Our class history in rhyme. the president of our worthy class, Has received his share of fame, On the basket-ball floor and class room too, Bill Collins is his name. When there is any music sought, Our class is right there you see, With a talented girl, you all have met, Our own Helen Oglesbee. A third classmate Ethel McCambell, Is as quiet and good as you'll find; She's always on time at classes, Her books never left behind. James Chesnut, an all around chap, Is a special student of Greek, A student of human nature too. They say, seven nights in a week. A girl whom every one adores, For some joke she's always telling, A scholar always busy at work, Her name is Janet McClellan. And should you seek an authoress, We need not hesitate, For Irene Wright would fill the place, And do it up to date. And then there is Tom Kennon, Who is our athletic star, The best natured man on the team they say, And his praises are lauded afar. Last on the list of these great names, Is the tiniest one of our class, A student of excellence and worth, Olive Northup our country lass. 28 17