Buzz Annual '15 Hutchinson, Kansas
A Toast to
the Faculty
I stood within the High School
hall, Amid much noise and din, And saw a bunch of High School Profs, Come
gravely marching in.
An electric shock runs thru the
room When their leader proud we see, A dreadful foe to Freshman; tho A
Principal good is he.
Another teacher with solemn eyes,
Of dignity no lack, "At period eight," she sadly cries," For History, you'll
come back."
And here comes a happy, smiling
face The eldest of them all, The cheeriest word you ever heard Is the one she
will recall.
Our English prize is next to
pass Altho her hair is turning; yet We hope that she will never turn Into a
Suffragette.
Here comes a bunch of merry Profs, The
world would call them clever, For they try to fill our nimble wits, With
German and English forever.
From this noble throng of teachers Our
"Science" cries, "Ship ahoy," With lab, work and note books, they bring
us Much pain er-r I mean, great joy.
Then our Mathematic teachers
dear, They teach as many crafts, But the hardest of all their sure to say
Is
that of drawing graphs.
One among this grand parade, With
plenty of jokes "To Let," A fortune he for himself has made With his
chickens and clarionet.
A voice of beauty next we hear, That
makes our hearts rejoice. On chapel days we're moved to tears By the pathos
of her voice.
The next a model boy is he, With a
dimple in his cheek. He runs his turning lathes, until The poor old things,
they squeak.
Another one of our noble train, Is the
next who comes in view, She longs to gain a typist's name, May change for
own - for who?
The Savage one, at your command With
true and honest eyes. An English quiz is in her hand, Her dearest earthly
prize.
Domestic Science next we see, Two make
a goodly bunch, In sewing, cooking, of their skill We sometimes "Get a
hunch."
Next comes our Commercial
Department The branches there are many,
But they teach us how to make "two
bits" Out of just a measly penny.
Our football coach is drawing
high, With laurels on his brow; But his football days are past alas, He's
married and happy now.
The last of our train now comes into
view, With technical arts their own May we long remember this noble
bunch, For many bright stars have shown.
Before this toast to our Faculty
ends, May bright their future be, Come drink to their health and wish them
wealth, And all, prosperity.
Theron M. Brown '15.
Published
by
THE SENIOR CLASS
of
Hutchinson High School
1915 Buzz Annual
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Transcribed by Cindy Koegel
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