School Days

In years of yore it made us sore,
When teacher called our name,
And said next Friday afternoon,
You’re one that must declaim.
Now we were always timid quite,
To stand before the school,
But declamations once a week,
Was teacher’s golden rule.

There’s nothing to declaim about,
We then did fairly shout.
Then teacher said with nasty flout,
Keep still or you go out.
But teacher loaned us many books,
And all she did indorse,
And that is how we came to tell
The school about the horse.

One book had pictures and a tale
That sounded very fine,
But we could never memorize
No more than just a Iine,
We then proceeded right away
To join a horses’ band,
And study horses in their play,
And learn them out of hand.

We then declaimed to all the school,
Don’t take us for a fool,
We find the horse is good to work,
And bigger than a mule.
He has two eyes so very keen,
They see when you are coming,
In front two feet and two behind,
That move when he is running.

He has two ears with which he hears,
And tail to scare the flies,
Sometimes he balks but never talks,
By eating he survives.
Some are bay and some are gray,
And some of color muggy,
The big and tall look best of all,
In a Studebaker buggy.

equipmentcar model

If we again had to declaim
And take a teacher’s jars,
We'd tell you all about mistakes
Of certain motor cars.
We’d tell it true in words a few,
The car of any maker,
Is one we sell, the best for you,
And made by Studebaker.

carcar model

—The Car with Character.