Hemlock High School - Huskie Yearbook (Hemlock, MI)

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picture of the rewards of those who endeavored to set the feet of the young into the path of wisdom: “For the year 1866, Cornelia Moore, $32.50. For the year 1867, Cornelia Moore, $36.00 For the year 1868, Amanda Nelson, $52.00. For the year 1869, Mr. Crosby, $180.00.” We could go on and draw a word picture of the school children wending their way through the dark forest lanes, the subdued drone of childish voices muttering their “A, b, Abs,” the swish of the master’s rod as he taught “readin’ and and writin’ and ’rith- metic, to the tune of a hickory stick.” We could even portray the triumph of the country girl, as she spelled down the teacher at the bee, or we might spend a lot of time depicting the mortified anguish of the lad sitting in the corner, face to the wall, with the fool’s cap perched rakishly on his head, and we could compare with those olden school rooms the up-to-date school rooms of today. But we must get back to our subject before reminiscence leads us hopelessly astray. Before we turn to talk of buildings again, however, let us say here that those teachers of yesterday, with their obstreperous pupils, their trials, their facilities, their accomplish- ments deserve a high place in the archives of the country, because it is to them that we owe the foundation on which our present broad institution of knowledge is erected. The records of the township in regard to its school are so in- complete that it is difficult to get anything like an accurate, co- herent narrative from them. Deriving some information, we have had to bridge the gaps with imagination, and endeavor to fill up the holes left by those pioneers with the hear-say of old residents. The history of the first two buildings we got from the old record books, the third was torn down this spring in order to make room for the building of a residence, and the fourth is the present building.

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“Young man,” said Mr. Raymo, as he caught Wardin by the shoulder for throwing paper wads, “I believe Satan has got hold of you.” “I believe he has,” was the reply. '¥ ¥ ¥= Miss Haller: “But it is time for the guests to leave.” Miss Austin: “Yes; that is why I want you to sing.” ¥► ¥ ? “The King of Germany,” announced the teacher in a solemn voice. “Is called the Kaiser. Now, can anyone tell me what the ruler of Russia is called?” “The Czar,” roared the class. “And what is the Czar’s wife known as?” “The Czarina.” “Ah!” said the teacher, eyeing the flock fondly, “That is very good. Now who will tell me what the Czar’s children are called?” “Czardines!” yelled one little boy, triumphantly, while the master wept. $ ¥ “Father, what do they mean by gentlemen farmers?” “Gentlemen farmers, my son, are those who seldom raise anything except their hats.”