Brimfield High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brimfield, IL)

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7 H K S P E C T A 7 O R 1918 (puratirntB Hr £ lunil ICikr to Siattp Anautprpft If an explosion should occur where would “Leland?” If asked for a kiss, would “Hilda Grant’’ it? If the Sophomores would have to study, wouldn't “Mildred” it? If Madaline is young, is “Harold?” If Helen should get lost, would “Donald Hunt” her? If Leland would go by, would “Elsie him? (Reward offered to those who remember the scenes.) “The windows creaked—the wind blew hoarse and shrill! The night saw many a fearful sight. The moon looked on the town and smiled and said: “Be not afraid, ’tis nothing but my light!” NCE upon a time there were three Burts—Hubert, Wilbert and Harold Burt, who went out to seek their fortunes. The eldest, Hubert, who was a musician, decided to try to work up to the Wagner standard. One day a man came along, selling spices, who informed Hubert that ginger would make him great. So Hubert sent a letter home to his father, saying, Dear Father, S’loan me a dollar or so, I want to get Ginger. But the father was cruel and only replied: “I can not Grant it, go to Holland and Hunt your fortune. In the meantime Wilbert, the Best of all the Burts, became a Plummer. He was a very Learned man and never had to look long to find and cure any trouble. But one day the water works in the old school house were sadly out of fix, so Wil’ thought and thought and finally said: “This Hunt must be Hayes(ed) ! I can find nothing.” But at last he found a Cobb in the pipes. He soon removed the cause of the disturbance and thereby became famous. The youngest son went to Carolina. Here as he was walking along the shore one day, he found a Pearl, and he came back rich and contented. Will’ard of it and came to ask for a S’loan of cash for Hubert. But it came too late. Pacey’d ran off with Ginger, and so all three brothers went to Helen haven’t been heard of since. “(§h! Autful Nigltt!” A i aii Sale 30

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