Orville C. Cameron
1889-1914
Oh, such larks indeed.
Over at the State School pond,
Way back in the tuft of Eucalyptus shade,
We swam, we yelled, and we laughed.
We, the gang from lower Painter Street,
We, the tough boys with fists of brass!
We heckled, we jumped and we cursed,
The big boys from upper Newlin Street,
Those cowards with flowers for fists.
Ha! They...
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