The Class of 1947
There are seventeen in our class, not one of them the same
I don't want to begin this poem by calling them a name.
I'll begin with the girls, because they are the prettiest,
Then I'll take the boys, because they are the meanest.
There is Juanell Bodusky, she comes first on my list,
She is a hick from Collinsville, Oh boy! What a twist.
Next, I think of Geraldine Clark and Dorthy is her sister,
They both are pretty keen, if you could ever hiss "er".
Cleo Hickman is a brunett, her eyes are very brown,
But when she gets with Kennedy, boy they do the town.
Betty Mangum is next, and man what a figure,
She'll break some guys heart and make him pull the trigger.
Now comes Jackie Parks, of whom you all know,
Is very popular with all the boys, but drops some of them cold.
There's Nina Flo, who is a Smith, but just as good as anyone,
She is a good friend to everybody and really lots of fun.
Reba Suter is a little different, from all the other girls,
She isn't quite a smart and hasn't any curls.
Now there's Martha Martin, who I like best you see,
Her golden hair and big blue eyes, means the world to me.
Now comes the boys, as mean as they can be,
with exception of Billy Clark, who's timid as a flea.
There is Leon Greer, who's always throwing chalk,
Who's main trouble is his feet, they sometimes seem to talk.
Robert Miller is pretty good, but always writing a note,
If he doesn't be careful, someone will upset his boat.
Pretty boy Mayo, who's name is Gene,
Is the class favorite and he looks pretty keen.
Now little Jo Rorark is very small indeed,
He's looking for a few more pounds, of which he is in need.
There's Bobby Joe Smith, no kin to the first,
He's very solem, and if he spoke, I think he would burst.
Well, I guess that's all, with the exception of me,
And I don't count for very much, because I'm just L.C.
Written by Lonnie C. Smith in Tioga, Texas in 1946.
Contributed by Diane Clark Brown