Mr. M. (in English History)—“What became of the prehistoric people of England?”
   L. P.—“They don’t know whether they were killed or just died.”
 

Senior Alphabet
 
A is for Abbey, the first link in our chain,
Her tongue runs on wheels, yet says not a thing.
                B is for Barker, our musical lad,
He troubles his teachers and worries his dad.
                C is for Cromer, a bold little lass,
She winks at the boys and whispers in class.
                D is for Dunn, so full of Irish wit,
She carries five studies, so she also has grit.
                F is for Foarde, our joy and our pride,
She’s ever happy with Lyle at her side.
                G is for Green—just the name, if you please—
For Mary’s a dear, and as bright as the seas.
                H stands for many things, chiefly for Hayden,
You’ll find that, usually, with laughter she’s laden.
                J is for Johnson, a fun—loving girl,
She’s from Stone City: her head’s in a whirl.
                L is for Lamb, a very studious lad—
Smiled at a girl, then had heart trouble bad.
                N is for Neville, Irish thru and thru;
Mike is what we call him, and he’s our president, too.
                N if repeated, another Neville does mean;
That Marg. is an artist can plainly be seen.
                P is for Powers, and she has quite a few;
She sings? You bet she does, and she’s a joker, too.
                R is for Remely, a good “Leap Year catch”
For any young lady who is wanting a “match.”
                R again, means Ryan, who joined us this year;
His brain is a wonder; we’re glad that he’s here.
                S is for Strickel, the last of our line,
She flirts with the boys to pass away time.