CAROL was a very pretty girl,
With hair of CHESTNUT hue.
She WOOD laugh, dance, and whirl
and flash those eyes of blue.
She always felt at LIBERTY to do
as she pleased.
But sometimes DEWEY did not feel
One night when he was late,
she was real CROSS with him.
He was in a terrible STATE
when her OXFORD hit him on the chin.
They were reconciled one day while
sailing on the RIVER, down under
the BRIDGE, he said he had something to
RAILROAD tickets were bought for a
honeymoon. The preacher at the little
CHURCH, in the presence of her roommate,
will marry them soon.
So this is the end of a COLLEGE romance.
(Written sometime between the mid-1930s and early 1940s, possibly by a local Newcomerstown resident during World War II. The poem is courtesy of Bill Van Sickle, who found it among his late mother's pictures and post cards.)