Helt Township High School - Old Rose and White Yearbook (Dana, IN)

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No one came in. When I went outside I noticed a sign on the door. It ran: No Admittance.” Hog license expires today. I'm going to be rich some day. Made a bet with Ham on a turtle-rabbit race. I saw in the Bono Breeze where a turtle won a race. JAN. 4 —Getting pretty cold. Busy hot-water bottling the tropical animals. JAN. 46—The animals which aren't in the engine room are on the stove in kettles of hot water. The bears are so delighted over the weather that they really smile. Used all the hot water, so I didn’t get my bath. JAN. 47—Getting warmer. Hot water brigade has stopped. Saw a big mountain ahead so we landed. I’m tired of this life, guess I'll retire and go into business. The animals smell the green grass. If we ever have another Mood I'll know what to do. Must go whistle for the pilot. (Signed) NOAH.

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worms but they refused it. JAN. 16—It is still raining unmercifully, never stopping long enough for us to take a few pictures. We are now over Paris. It certainly is a shame we are so near the city and cannot visit it. I am making a number of mistakes in commanding the Ark. But they can be overlooked. This is the first Hood I’ve ever been in. Last night the mice broke loose. They caused a lot of excitement before they were rescued, especially among the women. JAN. 17 The typhoid fever germs are getting very thin. .Mrs. Noah wants me to throw them overboard. But I’m too kind hearted to do such a severe act. This morning I heard a funny noise. I found two long-bilkd birds with voices Just like men. One of them holloed. Hello.” The other said something about a cracker. I’ll have to be careful what I say. They repeat everything they hear. This evening one of them called me Whiskers” and I took him down to the engine room and wrung his neck. JAN. 18—The moth food is getting pretty well gone. Only one more carpet left. This was the day for my egg. Didn’t get it. for it was the old hen's day off. We are now sailing over the Atlantic Cable. Had to raise the rudder. In direct line of ocean steamers. Must speed up. I'm not particular about getting wrecked. Our potato bugs have marvelous appetites. They made way with all our spuds. JAN. 31—One of our bulldogs buried his bone in the coal bin this morning. He wouldn't let the fireman have any coal. Had to go down and chase him away or the ark would have stopped. I'm going to move the book worms to Mrs. Noah's cook book. Ought to find something they like in there. JAN. 32—Course: Some as yesterday. Sea: smoother. Wind: higher. Ship’s run: four leagues. We celebrated mine and Mrs. Noah's sixth golden anniversity last night. We danced by the song of the crickets. I made several mistakes. Hadn't danced for 300 years. The cook bothers me. She wants the feathers off the bird of paradise when they die. Ham played me a dirty trick this morning. He came up and said I was wanted on the ‘phone. Got half-way down and fell the rest of the way. JAN. 40—Last night when I went down to give the apple worms an apple I found the second mate fishing in the gold fish bowl. Just received a wireless saying. Do your Christmas shopping early.” We are now across the equator, judging from the heat. We don’t mind, simply turn on the electric fans. Two deck hands just had a fight. It was to see who’d feed the microbes. One slew the other with a sling shot. Reminds me of the time David slew the giant. Our appetites are good. The pigs nearly starve. The giraffe has a cold. We used 150 pounds of meat and 50 yards of muslin to make a poultice for his neck. Food supply is low. JAN. 41—Day for my trial. Charge: Cruelty to animals. I knocked the stuffing out of a teddy bear and tried to take the spots off the leopard with a curry comb. Also, mixing sawdust with the bran I fed the chickens. Judge pronounced me not guilty. Reason—too young to be so cruel. I'm only 500 years old. He said if I was convicted it would be a blot on history. Best animal keeper ever known. Great problem now—the disposal of the rusty relic, the ark. Maybe I can sell it to a museum. The crane has a bad leg. Has to stand on one foot for hours at a time. By Jove. I’m going to study up on animals before the next flood. JAN. 42—Today I gave the elephants an extra peanut apiece. Now they’re sick. Hard to keep the files off the fly-paper. Don’t mind my two pets but I hatd their children. JAN. 43—12 o’clock. Stopped raining. Sun is shining. Our radio is out of commission. So we let the women hang clothes on the aerial We men went down and curried the rust off the animals. Let the microbes out to play on the deck, now we can’t get them back in their cages. JAN. 47—Gosh, my toe hurts. The male elephant stepped on It this morning. The alligators are getting lonesome. Had Ham to paint them a swamp scene. I have a bad tooth. Haven’t nerve enough to pull it. Fastened a string on it and tied the string to the door knob. Sat down in a chair to wait and there I sat for two hours.

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XI A PRIZE STORY OUT OF THE AIR When J. B. wrote that he was sending another young friend out for the summer, a muffled groan went up from every man on the home range. 'Them two young question marks we had last year almost mint my disposition,’ said Shorty in the bunk-house that night. “We can’t slap ’em into a saddle and let ’em rough it. Got to act polite and hold in our tempers when they violate all the written laws in cowland.” Tut! Tut!” sai l Red, as he drew off his boots. Red was different from the rest of the cowboys, although he could ride, rope and shoot with the best ot them. Red told the cowboys the next morning before he left to go to meet the stranger at Laramie that he would tell the boy to come to him. to ask his questions and to leave the rest of the men severerly alone. This pleased the rest of the men very much. None of them was at home when Red returned with the stranger. Ah Sin. the cook, had said that the young man had brought along “whole lot boxes and thunks” and the boys groaned again. “Wild west costumes, fancy saddles, shootin’ irons and such,” said Shorty. “Prepare for a shock or a good lai gh at supper time.” The guest appeared at mealtime, a boy of eighteen, rather shy and reserved. Ilis name was John Wilkins. It surprised them all when Red announced that he and John would occupy the big upstairs room of the ranch house. John didn’t seem, much interested in the ranch but spent much of his time in his room, and immediately after supper he and Red would both disappear upstairs. A few days after the arrival of John they were all sitting on the cook-house veranda, waiting for supper when the foreman remarked, “Must have had a blaze over in the forest reserve. Been a blue haze hanging around all day. “Worse in years,” said Red. “Caught from camper’s fire on the west edge. Had a hundred men fighting it for three days. Sent to Laramie for help—” He checked himself with a gasp. “Seen somebody from over that way!” asked Curly. “Our phone wire’s still down.” Red got up and sauntered into the house as though he had not heard. Shorty and Curly glanced at each other with puzzled expressions. However, the mail on Saturday brought newspapers containing accounts of the big tire in the forest reserve.