THE PAINTING OF THE SCHOOL-HOUSE

The trustee board sat in stately array,

And each looked so solemn, in a comical way. Discussing the manner of painting the school; Sure ’twasn’t a job to be done without rule.

“As money was scarce, and as hard to find

As teeth in a hen, would everyone mind Supplying some paint? and giving some time?” So ’twas decided—things ought to be fine!

Each was to bring his own pot, paint and brush Begin where he wished, only stop when he must Spread it on thick, or spread it on thin

So long as the necesary time is put in.

And so the big day of the painting melee

Arrived with the sun as fair as could be

Coming from far in Chev, Stude, or Ford

Could be seen the brave artists, the trustee board.

“The crop can’t be neglected—but this job must be done So lets get her started” said one to each one.

“You, You, You paint her here, and I’ll paint her there And we’ll finish her up, if everything’s fair.”

So they finished her up, ’twas a noble fight. But when they stood back to admire the sight What should appear to their horrified view But a school house painted, but various hues.

At least four shades of green, and three of red. White, and cream, and black so ’tis said.

“But there’s one consolation,” said one, in some fun. “There isn’t another looks just like this one!”

So there she stands, like the chimney, of fame

The amazement of all good people who came

And they come, and they laugh and they almost bust

At the artists, who each brought his own paint, and brush.

—S. H. Yorston, Southport, in the Guardian, Sept. 10, 1936.

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