<-- back to home page Helga's Friendship Album ---------------------------- The door is locked. The key is in the cellar. Nobody is home but Helga and her fellow. Helga wants a cracker, no more soup. Helga has the stomach ache, poop, poop, poop. If ever you get married, do not marry a flirt. But marry a man that can mend his own shirt. I have been looking this album over and over to see what others have written. And all I ask are to have my name in your album. A. Paulson When you stand upon a stump, think of me before you jump. Now I'm at Clarissa Minn. Best old place I've ever been in. Everything is great and I'm feeling fine. Hope you'll write to me some-time. And do not flirt with a boy that can't patch his shirt. A place for my name in your album. A place for my love in your hearth. A place for us both in heaven where friends never more shall part. Among the many friends that claim a kind remembrance in thy breast, I too will add my simple name among the rest. I hope you will be happy, I hope you will be blest, in a little neat cottage with the one you love the best. Helga now and Helga forever. Larson now, but not forever. While sailing down the river of life in your little bark canoe, may you have a pleasant journey with just room enough for two. When you get married and live upstairs, (up stars) don't get crazy and fall down stairs. (down stares) <-- back to home page |