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In the 1950’s, my classmates and I at Queen Elizabeth School exchanged sentimental rhymes, in our autograph books. No doubt, we thought these postcard-size books were our discovery, not realizing they had been popular for many generations. If memory serves me correctly, the school boys of my day showed scant interest in autograph books; only female students circulated them. Although my small book of rhymes has been lost to time, I have no recollection of a boy ever signing it.
Recently, while sorting a box of memorabilia passed on to me by a friend who was moving, I discovered a faded autograph book once owned by a young girl who had lived on Scoharie Road, where I currently reside. Coincidentally, she, too, was a ‘Margaret’ – Margaret Wager.