Can you remember when autograph books were all the rage? Those smallish books filled with the invitation of blank pages? We were in public school, likely grades 5 to 8, when collecting the autographs of all your friends was popular. The little books proliferated near the end of every school year.
You didn't just sign your name, either. You tried to come up with a little poem or bit of nonsense verse to go along with it:
"Yours till the butter flies."
"If by chance this book should roam, just box its ears and send it home."
At one time, my mother showed me her high school or teachers' college autograph book. Some of the entries there were quite philosophical:
"The road of life lies before you
Like a path of driven snow.
Be careful how you tread it
'Cos every step will show."
What struck me most about the autographs in my mother's book was the beautiful handwriting.
By the time we got to high school, autograph books seem to have disappeared. Maybe the school year books took their place.
What got me thinking about all of this was how often I wish I could come up with something original to sign, besides my name, at a book signing. There often isn't time to ponder what to write, but when there is, why can't I be clever? Or is "best wishes" enough?
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