Thermometers have feelings, too.  From St. Nicholas, 1915.

This poem is a Googlewhack.  "My pretty glass tower's afire on top; t'will burn for three hours and then it will stop.  While it's afire my book shall be read.  But I'll put out the flame when I jump into bed."  From St. Nicholas, 1886.

From Bluff Your Way In Poetry by Nick Yapp, 1989.  (However, we don't say we've spent three days and nights reading The New Apocalyptics.  Rather, we say -- truthfully -- that we've been reading The Tibetan Book of the Dead.)

From The George Washington Ghost, 1926.

"The bird of the morning only knoweth the worth of the book of the rose; for not every one who readeth the page understandeth the meaning." —Hafiz.

The way the newsclipping service clipped and arranged the headline, it forms its own little visual poem.  From UFO Newsclipping Service, 1971.

From The Redwood magazine (Santa Clara), 1903.

From St. Nicholas magazine, 1916.

From Wizardry Gaiden: The Second Episode: Curse of the Ancient Emperor handbook.

Yes, they got TWO words wrong in this quotation (about 20% in error!).  From Clarion's 1946 yearbook.

All poetry worth reading begins the same way, with a battle between two bears.  From Barnard's 1907 yearbook.

It's a Googlewhack to this day: "To see how color flies through kaleidoscopic eyes, you must start the spinning gyre and consure each day in fire."  From Hollins' 1962 yearbook.

By Helene Coogan.  From Coraddi, 1931.

Here's a precursor to John Blase's logic that God is blue:

If God is Love (as the Bible says)
and Love is Blue (as the song says)
then the law of transitivity leads me to
at least consider the possibility that
God is Blue (as I’ve long hunched).
—"In Praise of Blue," 2020

From The Gateway, Feb. 20, 1969.

Two pronunciations of "row."  From Kansas State's 1907 yearbook.

"To know the Moon as few men may, one must be just a little fey; and for our friendship's sake I'm glad that I am just a trifle mad."  From The Complete Poems of Robert Service, 1945.

From Woroni, 1983.

"Some ships go East and others West, / While the selfsame breezes blow; / It's the set of the sails and not the gales / That bids them where to go. / Like the winds of the seas / Are the ways of the Fates, / As we journey on through life; / It's the set of the soul / That determines the goal, / And not the storms and strife."  From Salem's 1929 yearbook.

In the late 1800s, children were taught early that people look like dogs.  From Pittypat and Tippytoe by Eugene Field, 1896.

"He sees phoniness in nearly everything."  Irving Layton, in The Martlet, 1965.