"OUR GANG"

Bobby Soxs and just sixteen,

One meat ball and a jelly bean.

Out to Slat's and a Lucky Strike,

Nanci's car and once a hike.

Complaining 'bout school everyday,

Yet hating to leave old SMA.

Movies seen three times a week,

Teaching us to be so sheikh.

Singing songs like "Old Beer Bottle,"

Janie wants to be a model.

Dode the artist of the crowd.

Likes her plaid shirts big and loud.

Marilyn with her long dark hair,

You will find her kind very rare.

Devine the gal we all call Dove,

Will always be our secret love.

Here comes Lou, the cream of the crop,

While in debating she is always on top.

Up pops Barbara, whom we call "Babs",

Her sweetness is what everyone tabs.

Who's willing to help? Its always Jean!

Her subtle jokes are always so keen.

Here comes Maxine, what a cute pan.

You will notice she always gets her man.

Mercy! Roseline is on her way,

That gay little giggle is here to stay.

Nanci drives up with her shiny Ford,

With that gal you will never be bored.

We miss Patti so dear,

Her strength of character earns her a cheer.

Helen, our high stepping majorette,

She is one we will never forget.

Alice she suits us to a "T",

She is small, but mighty as can be.

Who willed their ability to play hookey?

Check our class will, it is Betty of course.

Big plaid shirts and smoking butts.

Opening poker on nothing but guts.

Screaming for dates in our dirty jeans,

These our the signs of our "Tough Teens."

By Jane Froelich Brown

Written 1947