Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Straight from the "Anne" Books


Among the ephemera in my Box of Treasures was a small book of "Class Autographs" dating back about ninety years - its pages bound with a blue ribbon. A necessary companion to the "Class Photograph," and a convention of the era.

Some are sweet, some are funny, all are quaint to modern eyes.

I thought you might enjoy a few samples out of the past!


Some love one,
Some love two.
I love one,
And that is you.
(signed) V.M.


May you go through life
With a song on your lips,
With no more trouble
Than a snake has hips.
With just as much joy
As a pup has fleas,
And with no more trouble
Than a flea has knees.
-Always a friend, Jerry.


Tell me quick before I faint,
Is I yours or is I ain't!
-Hank


Remember me when far away
And absent from your sight,
And I will do the same by thee,
With pleasure and delight.
Tho' ocean waves between us roll,
And distance be our lot,
The only boon I ask for thee,
Dear Friend, forget me not.
-Ever your friend, Katie.


Can't think, brain drunk
Bad ink, poor pen
Inspiration won't come
Here's luck. Amen.
-Blois


Flowers will wither,
Flowers will die,
Friends will forget you,
But never will I.
-From Eva.

21 comments:

writtenwyrdd said...

Reading that stuff would be like having a double stuffed Oreo: too much sugar for me! But it is indeed fascinating to see how people express themselves differently in different times.

I hope the sciatica is improved!

Bernita said...

By 15-20%, Written.
I believe there was a whole category of quotations and verses that made the rounds in autograph books of the period - a form of folk lore as it were.

BernardL said...

I like it. I've always been a sucker for any kind of rhyme.

Bernita said...

Bernard, all of them are in rhyme. I suppose it was the approved form!

laughingwolf said...

lotta schmaltz from that era, but nice to read, anyway :)

writtenwyrdd said...

I that LW has the right word there: schmaltz.

I'm sorry you are still in pain, Bernita. Hopefully it will go away soon, though.

Travis Erwin said...

Brain drunk. I'm gonna use that at some point.

Bernita said...

LW, somehow they all seem so innocent.

Thank you, Written. I ferverently hope. Is annoying. Hope you are doing OK.

Travis, strikes me as a surprisingly modern phrase!

raine said...

I'll have to be nerdy and admit this kind of thing touches me. Overly sentimental, I know, but I always find myself wondering what happened to the people, how long they maintained their youthful optimism, & if any of them did remain friends. And the penmanship was often beautiful.

If you're feeling even a tiny bit better, glad to hear it. Hang on!

Bernita said...

Same here, Raine.
Some names sound familiar to me from family anecdotes but there is a constant theme of parting in many of the messages. Of course, some of the boys served overseas in the war.

"And the penmanship was often beautiful."
Indeed, it was/is.

StarvingWriteNow said...

I own an autograph book titled "Yours 'Til Niagara Falls" that is full of sweet little quotes like that, intended for those who were stumped as to what to write in a friend's album. I'll have to dig it out again... hmm...

Demon Hunter said...

I loved them, Bernita. :-D

I hope you're doing better, Bernita. Take care of yourself. ;-)

Bernita said...

It sounds so nice, SWN.

Thank you, dear Demon. Am some better.So irritating, being able to do so little, even to get around to your blogs.

Whirlochre said...

The great thing about the present is that you can have no idea whether your views/opinions/loves/hopes/fears will turn out to be true.

Which is why proclamations from the past that hedge no bets are so inspiring.

Especially if they rhyme.

jason evans said...

People thought so much more about words, then. It's sad that images and sound have replaced much of what words once carried.

Natasha Fondren said...

Wow! That's awesome. I regret throwing my yearbooks away.

And WAY COOL, that edition of Anne! I was expecting declarations from bosom friends!

archer said...

Things don't rhyme any more. It's all like, "Wow this year was SO AWESOME and I will NEVER EVER FORGET U remember how we sneaked into the infirmary and stole all the OMG I BETTER NOT!!!!!!!!!! Luv ya 4ever,Peech."

Suzanne Perazzini said...

Such humor and personality in those verses. I once went looking for amusing epitaphs and there are some crackers. Humor even in despair and grief.

Frank Baron said...

I recall reading inscriptions like that in my older cousins' yearbooks.

A nice taste of more genteel times.

Lana Gramlich said...

Wow...how cool. I bet there's a lot of really neat stuff in there! Hope you're feeling better.

Bernita said...

The enthusiasm of youth, Whirl.
So sorry I've not been around. Sciatica is precisely what I would wish on my worst eneny.

Words are more personal, Jason.

Circa 1925, Natasha, and battered from generations of readers!

Yes, Archer, but I don't know if comparisons are fair. On the otherhand, is "When you see a bull frog up a tree/box his ears and think of me" all that much different?

Similar tone to both, Suzanne, the mixture of humour and pathos.

Frank, there's even one in the ancient question/answer style: "What is worse than a woman's tongue?" The riddle form must be at least a thousand years old.

Oh Lana, there is!It's like a back door to an era.