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Edgar Guest - The Graduation Dress
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I`M not kicking on expenses, now the sewing time commences, 
I will buy chiffon and laces till they say they`ve got enough; 
Sure her dress for graduation shall excite the admiration 
Of the masses who behold her; it shall be the finest stuff. 
She shall even carry roses, when her high school training closes, 
For she`s worthy of the finest that there is in all the town; 
But I sometimes sit and ponder of the days away off yonder
When her mother graduated in a simple gingham gown.

I have watched the fuss and bustle, and this ceaseless rush and hustle, 
And I`ve listened to the planning of this graduation dress, 
And I know when all is ended, she will make a picture splendid, 
And I wouldn`t be contented if she didn`t, I confess. 
But I still recall the other glorious picture of her mother, 
With her cheeks as pink as peaches and her hair a golden brown, 
As I gazed at her enraptured, and my heart, I know, she captured
On the day she graduated in her simple gingham gown.

I`d be laughed down if I said it, in such matters they don`t credit
Me with knowing what is really very swell; 
I can picture now their faces, if instead of silk and laces, 
My preference for gingham, I should tell. 
But with me it`s grown a passion, and in spite of style and fashion, 
And what women folks think needful, I insist and write it down, 
I shall never see another quite so charming as her mother
On the day she graduated in her simple gingham gown.
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