Edgerton High School - Edgertonian Yearbook (Edgerton, OH)

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The boys, unaware that a pair of sharp eyes were watching them from the window of the dormitory nearby. assembled and it was reported that the Freshman had not been seen since he left the grounds about live o'clock VVell, he'll have to be on the grounds by seven o'clock according to rules, so We won't have to wait very longf' Everything's all ready now, if he would only.come, remarked Dick. Very well, said Iackg then let us go to the eastern entrance. very likely he will enter there and it is farther from the main building. Humph! remarked the owner of the pair of eyes in the window. 'Those boys are up to something. I'd better keep my eyes on them. So he decided to go out of the north entrance, walk around outside the wall and enter at the east, thus coming unexpectedly on the boys, and tind out the motive of their actions. ' The boys thought to baffle any of thefaculty who might be watching their maneuvers, byiparting and some going in a round about way to the entrance, others straight through, so it would not seem that they were all headed for the same place. But they could not fool the French Prof. The boys, some of them' standing, others sitting in the shadows of the stately elm, but most taking refuge against the wall so as not to be seen. were awaiting the signal of the spies. A tank of water was placed on a straight line not far from the gate. Une of the boys had secured several stale eggs from the grocery on the corner just outside the wall and placed them in a handy and safe place, Shi-I came from a spy. Here he comes, just turned around the corner of the wall. Yes, I guess that's him all right, said jack, Keep quiet, everybody, he commanded. Now line up on each side of the gate and when he comes in you, Hmotioning to Dick and Blake, the boys next to the entrance, catch him and push him down the line, but don't be too roughf' , I guess he Won't be quite so independent and bold in the course of an hour or so, remarked Logan. I-Iushl ejaculated jack, here he comes. .lust then a figure entered the gate and no sooner had he stepped inside than he was caught with a wild halloo by Dick and Blake, who sent him sprawling on between the line of excited and eager boys, where he received from each a push. kick or cuff. Wheii he reached the end he was unceremoniously dumped head first into the tank of water. After he was thoroughly immersed he was drawn from the tank. Then procuring the eggs, the boys proceeded to hreak them on his woolly pate and allowed it to run down his neck and face. Thinking he had had enough of this, -Tack cried. Now, fellows, for the tree, and catching hold of him, the boys dragged him to a young tree near by and giving him a boost, sent him up to the first branches, and then by means of pushes and paddle prepared for the occasion, and now and then a prick with a pin, they forced him to go higher up among the branches. A pretty looking spectacle he made perched in the tree with his clothes and head dripped with water and eggs. The boys then made him sing, Oh, how green I amg Oh, how green I

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i WHAT THE SOPHIES DID. . There is no other way about it! remarked Jack Langdon to an indig- nant crowd of Sophomores who had gathered to the far end of the level, green campus on the third day after the school year had begun. VVe as Sophomores must have our rights. It is not only our privilege but also our duty to attend to it that these dear little Freshies do not take it into their inexperienced craniums to grow into niaturity too fast and thus blast all future hope of Success! VVhat matters it if the faculty do oppose and even threaten to use physical force for the offence? It is only what the Sopho- mores for years back have been doing. H If tliey Qthe facultyj are here to tight us folks, why. we will fight them, came an exasperating' voice from the motley throng, Sure thing, remarked a boy of large stature. Jack 'Langdon was the ring leader and speaker of the troop. For he was born to lead and naturally took a moreelevated position among his class- mates and along with this he was very popular among the boys, as well as with the.-opposite sex. VVell, suppose we begin. I am in favor of it and will follow your orders. How about the rest of you fellows? spoke Batty Logan as he turned to inspect his companions. I Ditto!,' Ditto! came in chorus from the boys. VVe'can't rush things too much andytoo soon, remarked Dick Pateson, a staunch friend and admirer of jack. If it were not for that French Prof., he continued contemptuously, 'fthere wouldn't be such a fuss made over it. A Hully Gee! cried Batty Logan in his blazing red sweater and his cap pulled half way down over his eye. If there he don't go this minute! Talk of the dev- ' No, it isn't,!' cut in Blake. Itis a Freshie, a new one just arrived todayg was downto the depot and saw him rfet off, and as the boy drew nearer they saw this was really the truth, although they could scarcely believe their eyes. , 'I lVell, I declare! muttered jackg he has that same hateful bearing of proud contemptand presumption. I wonder if it could be that they are re- lated! -As he passed, one of the boys saluted him with Hello, you Freshief' but the Freshie merely poised his headihigh in the air and passed with a conceited look upon his face. Holy Smoke! but ain't he haughty P said Batty. It's my opinion that he should be the first to come down off of 'his high horse? . The boys immediately took a dislike 'to this fellow. lt was bad enough to he a Freshman. but to be a Freshman and look and act the same as the hated French Prof. was really unendurable. So it was decided that they should meet at this same place on the next day at six o'clock, and the boys disbanded and grouped off in twos and threes as was their wont. The next evening acrordingly thev all met at the 'required place and time, and the French Professor wondered not a little at seeing so many Soph- omores gather from all sides of the campus and start toward a particular tree where already a small crowd had gathered.

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X am, Nobody knows how green I am, with a promise of freedom after this accomplishment, ' But just at this interval the boys, turning at the sound of a whistle, saw to their astonishment the despised Freshman gaily returning to the dormitory. The Freshman ! muttered Logan. Oh! Heavens! ejaculated Uickg we've persecuted the French Prof! The boys regarded each other with panic-struck faces. Let's beat it, remarked lilake, as he gave a farewell glance to the hideous spectacle in the tree. Suiting the action to the word, the boys faded away. each making a sprint for the dormitory. leaving the bedraggled and forlorn professor to make his way to the ground in a very different manner from which he had ascended. BETTY VANDUSEN, '15, LAST, BUT NOT LEAST. The fire was blazing in the fireplace, a11d the shadows danced over the wall to the music of the crackling flames. Outside 'the wind roared and the driving snow was piled high on the windowsills. About the hearth the family was grouped. Grandfather rested in an easy chair in the warmest nook. Mother sat close by with the baby in her arms, while father drew his chair into the shadow. Isabelle sat with her dark head bent over a late novel by Robert XV. Chambers. Edgar, a boy of fourteen, crouched at his mother's feet with his head against her knees, and Dorothy, a quiet girl of twelve, with large, questioning eyes and yellow curls, cuddled against her grand- father's shoulder with her soft white cheek close to his pale, withered one. jerome, a rolicking boy of nine, rolled on the rug at his father's feet. Suddenly sitting upright he called out, Give us a story, Grandfatherg it's such a jolly night for a storyf' ' Yes, do, chorused Edgar and Dorothy. But Isabelle, who had just celebrated her sixteenth birthday, wrinkled her pretty nose in scorn. Such childishness! And, resting her chin in her palm, resumed her reading. ' VVell, asked grandfather, 'fwhat kind of a story do you want? In- dians? Soldiers, or what? j I should like one about fairies, but Isabelle, with a glance at her sis- ter, says I am too old for such things. f Oh, no!', objected Jerome, 'ftell one about bears and forests. Q Tell us about your youth, Grandfather, insisted-Edgar. And what do you want, my lady?,' asked Grandfather, looking at Isabelle. , Oh, I should prefer a romance, but I don't believe you could tell one, you never have, remarked that fair one, loftily,