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There is a girl named Permelia Burnett,
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She has such a will we never can turn it.
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The girl picking petals from a daisy is Lot,
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Trying the fortune, "He loves me, he loves me not."
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When a feeling of blues o'er you steal,
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Go get them banished by Lucile.
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We may live without poetry, music and art.
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We may live without conscience, we may live without heart,
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We may live without friends, we may live without books,
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But civilized men cannot live without "Cook"s.
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There was a maid named Leah,
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Who was so exceedingly queer,
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With an idea to lend,
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She said with a bend,
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An egg's the same shape at both ends.
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There was a maid called Lelia,
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Who was such a terrible "spieler"
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That when to be quiet she tried
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The girls immediately cried,
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"0 Lelia, 0 Lelia. "
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Louise Cox receives many knocks,
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But she doesn't any more care,
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She throws back her shoulders and holds up her head
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And tries her troubles to bear.
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There was in the town no girl finer
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Than little curly-haired Lina,
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But she played in the wind
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Till it tanned her white skin,
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And now she is a continual whiner.
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There is a young lady named Jen,
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Who is so exceedingly thin
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That one day when she assayed
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To drink lemonade
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She slipped through the straw and fell in.
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Any song written in long or short meter
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Is beautifully sung by our own sweet Leta.
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When at the piano you hear Emma Jones,
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You may be sure to expect the sweetest of tones.
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There's a charming Irish lady with a roguish winning way,
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Who has kept my heart a-jumpin' and a-bumpin' night and day.
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She's a Flower from Killarney with a temporary smile,
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She's the best that ever came from Erin's Isle,
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And my heart keeps a-singin' all the while.
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"Odelia, Odelia, I wants to steal you."
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Cannie Barton said why
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Can't I look in my ear with my eye?
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If I give my mind to it,
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I'm sure I can do it,
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You never can tell till you try.
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Oh Jennie-Lee, Jennie-Lee!
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Y ou are as talented now as you can be,
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But when you return from "gay Paree"
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What may we expect of your ab-il-i-ty.
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There was a young man named Winn,
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Who thought to have his picture taken was a great sin,
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And that's why he isn't in.
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There was also a boy in the Sophomore class Named Ben Trabue;
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He would get on the fence with his big field glass,
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And cry out, "I'm looking at you."
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Vera, Vera, sat on the wall,
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Vera, Vera had a great fall,
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There is a young girl named Eva
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Whose eye will never deceive her,
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No color to her is a sham,
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So very artistic is Eva Nahm.
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Hattie-Lee is as good as she can be.
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Now, there is Marian Gardner
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With a voice as clear as a bell,
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What she can accomplish with it
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Well -- Who can tell?
