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Title
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In Memoriam - Rachel Lloyd, Ph.D.
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Date
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1900
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Transcription
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And the good name of Thompson was laid on the shelf By Gertrude, our golden-haired joy. She has taken four syllables unto herself, And is bossed by two girls and a boy.
And the new Laura Hyde, from the old what a change, Her face I can dimly recall. How wonderful truly, this miracle strange; She is now ouly twelve inches tall [Foote.]
And a lassie from Clearfield, my own native town, By the way, she was one of its belles. Her name of Kate Weaver laid willingly aside, And became Mrs. Theodore Welles.
And a maiden there was by name Lillie Hoyt; She was one of the class of '83, Who changed her surname by a method adroit, And is now Lillie Barnard, M. D.
Emma Cochran, a name to each one of us dear; Though the blue seas roll swiftly between, Let us drink to her health, with a hearty good cheer, The fair Madame Ponafidine.
And one from away in the Green Mountain State Has come to be with us again; Christmas Norton she was, but she is at this date The Darling she always has been.
And what has become of Jennie P. Betts? Why, from morning till evening begins She is ordered about by two sunny-haired boys, Who might just as well have been twins.
There are others who've walked to the altar of fate, Who should have a place in this rhyme, But my muse is exhausted, I grieve to relate, And so, I'm afraid, is the time.
But theme was Old Maids, aud you'll think, I am sure, That I from my subject have strayed; But is it not true that each one of us here Is a really and truly Old Maid?
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And the good name of ‘Thompson was laid on the shelf
By Gertrude, our golden-haired joy.
She has taken four syllables unto herself,
And is bossed by two girls and a boy,
And the new Laura Hyde, from the old what a change,
Her face I can dimly recall.
How wonderful truly, this miracle strange ;
She is now only twelve inches tall [Foote.]
And a lassie from Clearfield, my own native town,
By the way, she was one of its belles.
Her name of Kate Weaver laid willingly aside,
And became Mrs, Theodore Welles.
And a maiden there was by name Lillie Hoyt ;
‘She was one of the class of ’83,
Who changed her surname by a method adroit,
And is now Lillie Barnard, M. D.
Emma Cochran, a name to each one of us dear ;
‘Though the biue seas roll swiftly between,
Let us drink to her health, with a hearty good cheer,
‘The fair Madame Ponafidine.
And one from away in the Green Mountain State
Has come to be with us again ;
Christmas Norton she was, but she is at this date
‘The Darling she always has been.
And what has become of Jennie P. Betts?
Why, from morning till evening begins
She is ordered about by two sunny-haired boys,
Who might just as well have been twins.
There are others who've walked to the altar of fate,
Who should have a place in this rhyme,
But my muse is exhausted, I grieve to relate,
And so, I’m afraid, is the time.
But theme was Old Maids, and you'll think, I am sure,
That I from my subject have strayed ;
But is it not true that each one of us here
Isa really and truly Old Maid?
