Autographs

The other day my mom told me that my aunt found my grandmother's "Autograph" book. Later at home, I got the chance to look at it. It is a book from my grandmother's grammar school days, with "autographs" on each page. It is almost like a yearbook, but without pictures. Actually, without anything from a yearbook except for the last few pages that classmates scribble all over, signing them and writing messages. Each of her friends signed a page, mostly writing a poem or something witty. I am not sure if what they wrote is original or taken from elsewhere, but I copied the ones I liked.



Here today, gone tomorrow,
So do many joys depart.
But the gladness of your friendship, 
Lives forever in my heart. 




You asked me to write, 
What shall it be?
Three little words, 
"Think of me"




May your life be as bright as Broadway at night, 
As smooth as a Rolls Royce without flat tires. 




Isn't love a funny thing?
It's somewhat like a toy
If you want your heart broken, 
Just give it to any boy. 




When you have the children, 
One, two, three
Name the tallest one
For me. 




May your life be like a deck of cards,
When you're in love, hearts.
When you're engaged, diamonds. 
When you're married, clubs.
When you're dead, spades.




When twilight draws it's curtains,
And pins them with a star,
I hope you will remember me, 
Although I may be far. 



A ring is round and has no end, 
And so is my love for you, dear friend




In your chain of friends
Consider me a link, 
But not a missing one.



I wish you Dempsey health, 
Rockefellers' wealth, and
Shakespeare knowledge. 




If you see a cat in a tree,
pull it's tail and think of me. 




As the ripples flow, 
the ship at sea may roll. 



I write here not for beauty, 
I write her not for fame, 
I write to be remembered,
So here I sign my name. 




I wish you wealth, 
I wish you health, 
I wish you Rockefellers' gelt. 




Health to make you happy, 
Wealth to make you blest, 
That is what I wish you, 
Leave to G-d the rest. 




I thought, 
I thought, 
I thought in vain, 
Now I've decided to write my name. 




Roses are red, 
Shoes are tan, 
Bananas are yellow, 
And so's your old man. 



Sugar is sugar
And salt is salt
If you don't get a sheik, 
It's your own damn fault. 




Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
If the bughouse don't get you, 
Then Hyman must. 




Look into the future,
Remember the past, 
Remember the fun, 
Remember the fun in Mrs. Wilson's class. 




Leaves may wither, 
Roses may die, 
Friends may forsake, 
But never will I. 



Friendship is a golden chain, 
That binds two friends together, 
And if you do not break this chain, 
We'll be two friends forever. 




There is a golden chain, 
That binds two hearts together, 
If you will never break this chain, 
We will be friends forever.




When you are in the parlor, 
And your man is by your side, 
Be careful when you kiss him, 
For his mustache may be dyed.




When you are married and have twins, 
Remember me for the safety pins. 




May your life be like an arithmetic:
Love added,
Sorrows subtracted,
Friends multiplied, 
Joys undivided. 




When day is done, 
And shadows creep,
Think of me, 
When you go to sleep.



Yours Till
(I am not sure what these mean, or if they have any meaning, but on some of the autograph pages, people wrote a "Yours Till" before signing their name. Below are all of them.)

Yours till I can quit talking.


Yours till the Statue of Liberty has twins.


Yours till angels play jazz.


Yours till misers part with their money.


Yours till the kitchen sinks.


Yours till the Eskimos wear evening gowns.


Yours till angel play St. Louis Blues.


Yours till fathers give their sons good allowances.


Yours until we walk our heads.