To make a pen sketch of the class of naught eight,

Is a task that, at first, made me hesitate;

Their habits and movements all seem so queet

That to tell all about them would take up a year.

But I wish you to know, as I'm making this start,

that I'm nott telling all, I'm just telling a part.

And the first name I see, as the class list I scan'd

is your valedictorian, Sweet Bernice Ruhlandt.

A tall queenly figure, with long darkbrown hair.

Quick witted, but boy struck, this maiden most fair,

And whether she's home, at school or up town,

It will be safe to figure, Tom Sommer's around.

Squire Beeson's the next name that comes to my gaze,

Crap shooting and debating with him are the craze;

To all games of chance he plays strictly by Hoyle

Except with his heart, that's according to Doyle.

My next, Mable Eby, is so awfully slow;

That something about her, I really don't know.

She has said or done nothing that I can recall,

But is real goody, goody and I guess that is all.

A long slim white neck, hair crimped on her head,

Has the girl who lives out near the Town of the Dead,

She cries on short notice and I fear she'll get vexed,

So I'll leave her in peace and pass on to the next.

Dear short nervous Vida, I bring next to light,

Class baby, in German she thinks she's all right,

School pianist, and invalid, the teachers great pet,

I wonder if Earnest goes with her till yet.

Though they both dress alike, one's light and one's dark

They live on the hill, near the Kansas State Park;

Tis the slim Warren sisters I now have in mind,

Leaving out their complexion, they're both the same kind.

You've all heard of Gotch, Hackenschmidt and the rest,

But in athletic sports, I think Gilbert's the best.

He is deeply in love, but I won't call her name,

For I think that she loves him, but he's not to blame.

Now this auburn haired, giggling confidential young dame

Who thinks more of clothes than she does her own name

Is Laomi, with Venus she'd make a good match

Though she got her diploma this year by a scratch.

A big flashing diamond, and deep eyes of blue,

You now have before you Maybelle McEnrue.

She carried eight studies this year to get through

But how can she help it with Keith at K.U.

It won't be Maude Adams that I shall next name,

But Emma Kolbohm of "little Ned" fame.

Sings, dances and spoons, has short kinky hair

Goes with Gil Sellers, they make quite a pair.

This flaxen haired sport, with hat down on his ear,

Is Lord Thomas Sommers, a cute little dear

Pipe smoker, crap shooter and a real thoroughbred

From the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Verlie Snyder that raven haired maiden, you know

Is the next one, I spy in the graduates row

She tried for a school, which she couldn't quite reach

But still she's contented, with younr Kelley to teach.

Now this class of thirteen makes quite a big noise

No wonder, just think, only three of them boys,

And we wish all the luck that there is in this state

To the great Senior Class of 1908.