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FOURTH ACADEMIC
The Juniors of the Hartridge School, A truly wonderful class,
We hold our own in hockey, And exams we always pass.
We love our noisy Euclid,
But we don’t mean in our math.
Hortense, too, much intrigues us, Much to our teachers’ wrath.
Hard problems in our math class Are solved by us for fun— As, how many days to vacation, Not counting today as one?
Alarm clocks in the study hall, Caps throughout the day
Are always traced to Juniors. Coincidence, we say.
Two entries on the honor roll We proudly boast and claim,
For brilliant-minded Juniors In vain have been our aim.
Valiantly we’ve struggled Through Caesar, Cicero too—
Colomba’s not neglected
Or Romeo and you know who.
For educated Juniors This poem’s a disgrace,
But can you think of anything To write to take its place?
E. R. ’43
We think we are a swell class on the whole, even though we may have our uncooperative moments. Our academic average is high, thanks largely to those two brains, Bevy and Mel. And haven’t we got the school’s best spellers? As far as sports are concerned—well! we’ll do better next year, won’t we girls ?
J. P. and M. V. A. '44
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