I was looking for a certain book of poetry in my shelves and found my mom’s old autograph book from when she was in junior high, 1953-55. Here are some of the quite poetic inscriptions inside:

When you get married, don’t marry a fool. Marry a boy from Locust High School.

If I was a little pig playing in the yard and you were a little dog, would you bite me very hard?

I love you little. I love you big. I love you like a little pig.

When you get married and live on a hill, send me a piece of your wedding cake by a whippoorwill.

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