Curtis High School - Curtis Annual Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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X' lf wus l My .vyimeggl ff 622457 lf if f X CBarking of dog heardj fLoud in a last desperate effortj Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once moreg Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace therels nothing so becomes a man- Voice Coutsidefl : XVillie! Willie I want that candy. Williagul Cvery loudj: As modest stillness and humility Oh, horrors! I'll finish it this evening. ffiof WW' 1 W vs Y 4 , l' . Seffexzty-fzirzl

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William: That's done, I wonder what it will be next! There will be more interruptions, I am sure-- Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace therels nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humilityg But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tigerg Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rageg Then lend the eye a terrible aspect, Let it -- , QThe barking of a dog is heard.j That's Prince, he wants some- thing or other. Oh, how many interruptions I do have! I say, Princeg you keep still. QBOW, wow, wow.j Clear out, I say! Tom, Tom, call away that dog. Voice foutsidej: What is it, William? VVilliam: UOh, mother, do shut that dog up! I can't learn my memory work at all. fDog howls till he seems to be seized and put outj That's a good motherf' '4Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more 3-U Voice foutsidej : Oh, William, VVilliam ! VVilliam: Do go away, will-you? Voice foutsidej: You don't know what I know. VVilliam: No, nor do I want to. I just wish to be let alone. Voice Coutsidej : 'KBut it's so curious l William: I wonder what it is? Once more unto- I wonder if its about next Sunday's game. I say, Nellie !,' Q Voice Coutsidej : What do you want ? William: What is it you know ? Voice Qoutsidej: Oh, never mind! You said you didn't wish to knowf' William: How tantalizing- Once more unto-- f Seventy-aight

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AT THE POLLS IN 1915 N a large, roomy kitchen on a bright, sunny morning, Mrs. White is bustling about in her quick, nervous way. Suggestive and even tantalizing odors from the oven float out through the open windows. 1 do declare, if it is'nt almost time for me to go to the polls! How the time does Hy, and I haven't the housework half done! Well! that cake must get in, or I'll be late. Two eggs-beaten light-I do hope all the ladies of the W. S. S. will use their opportunities, now that they can vote. It will be a shame, if we don't get what we wantl'-splash-Mrs. White brings her spoon emphatically down into the foamy whites of the eggs, and liberally besmears herself and the floor with them. Hastily two more eggs are made ready for beating. This done and the remain- ing ingredients vigorously stirred in, Mrs. White pours the batter into tins and slips them into the oven, just as a knock is heard at the door. Why, good morning, Mrs. Ritchey! All ready to go to the election? I'm just baking an election cake-won't take but a few moments-do sit down until it is done. HNOW I'm ready. Isn't it a care-all this housework, and bring- ing up children? Come, Will and Ann, you must hurry off to schoolf, Who is your candidate, Mrs. 'White F timid Mrs. Ritchy ven- tures to ask, at last, when they are making their way quickly to the polls. VVell, Mrs. White leisurely says, I shan't vote for Mr. Bow- man, as mayor, because heis got such a gossipy and interfering wife, and sheys a dreadful housekeeper, nor Mr. Towne, because the other day at a bargain counter, his daughter Kate, actually snatched a most beautiful piece of lace right out of my hands. I'm going to vote for that man, who lives on the next corner. He's got a beautiful wife. She dresses so stylishly. Did you ever see her? We have the same milk boy, too. My husband advised me to vote the straight Repub- lican ticket, but I am going to vote for that man, whether he is Re- publican or not. I think women ought to have the right as to whom they wish to vote for. Here we are at the polls. 'Tm going to vote for a lawyer-you know his name, it begins with 'M' and sounds so romanticfl Mrs. Ritchy then said in a con- fidential tone, Mrs, White, can you tell me what those pink slips are Eighty