La Porte High School - El Pe Yearbook (La Porte, IN)

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12 LAPORTE HIGH SCHOOL REVIEW. I may ask my home by means of telephone if this be true. May I proceed? High Mogul:—Aye, proceed, but cut it short or you’ll be canned. (Enter D’Mer, Prince of II. S.) D'Mcr:—What, bo! where is the culprit. Mere I have a strap of fine proportions, and wears that out. I’ll use my hand, but what this childish bore will I chastise. Come yield him, but to justice o’er. High Mogul:—I’ll gladly yield him. For who wants a noisy babbling brook within one’s sanctum. D'Mcr:—And who would stay a Christian with one so fresh within a mile; come man, but hand him o’er—I’ll hand the rest. • High Mogul:—I will. But wait, we’ll hear our actions praised on high by the lad’s own mother, then we ll see— Sir Boisterous:—Ha, ha. base wretches ye. Ye would deceive an honest man. Hear then, what she said: “Of this I have no knowledge, nor have I grown profuse and free with my franchise to spank my children.” This, then, proves ye a wretch, D’Mer and your accomplice—come yield me my freedom, ’ere I raise an uproar. D'Mcr:—’Fore God. if be begins to roar, we’ll have to let him free. Xo man could stand the like for one brief instant. High Mogul:—I’d like to spank him, yet, if he but open that gab. we’re lost. D'Mcr:—Well, let's counsel with each other while we’re here, on other matters. Willst let the Seniors fly their paltry rag? High Mogul:—What! Xevah! (exit Sir Boisterous.) D'Mcr :—I la, so I thought, and so am pleased. What, ho! he hath escaped us. The wretch is gone. High Mogul:—Let us pursue with all acceleration. D'Mcr:—And when he’s captured, woe to him. Let’s go. (Exit.) Act IT. Scene:—Cell in lower part of H. S. (Domestic Science room).

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LA PORT Ii HIGH SCHOOL REVIEW. 11 The High Mogul HITHERTO UNPUBLISHED PLAY BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. (Unearthed by Review Correspondent in London.) Act I. Scene: Private office of High Mogul. II is Highness, secretary, retainers and a youth dis- covered as the curtain rises. Sir Boisterous:—Your pleasure for a moment, sir, all hail. High Mogul:—What now is this? Sir Boisterous:—If to my home you’ll let me phone— High Mogul:—How now; must every smiling youth in man’s attire—must every vain and unthrashed child wax handy with our telephone? Sir Boisterous:—But sir. a moment’s grace I pray, ’til I explain. But scarce an hour ago, I was sore threatened with a whipping, and by no less a man than our own Prince— . High Mogul:—And had he carried out his threat—I d praise the deed. Sir Boisterous:—’Sturb me not ‘till I have done, for in this just and worthy cause must I proceed to plead my case. This prince of all that which he see's—for on that which passes behind his face lie’s no control, and if a wily Fresh- man outwits “Boston Mac” and so escape detection, and ’tis never known, why then it s plain that over this is no con- trol. This prince then sir made threats most violent upon my precious person, and stated as his reason High Mogul:—Various crimes, or I’m mistaken. Sir Boisterous:—Nay, sir, but from my home he claim- ed permission—my mother, sir. had expressly ordered him to lay it on, he said. He close pursues, and now I beg that

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LAPORTE HIGH SCHOOL REVIEW. 13 Enter Lucci, D’Mer and the High Mogul, Bearing Sir Boisterous prisoner. Sir Boisterous:—’Gainst this outrage I do protest with all vehemence. D'Mer:—And if ye do I swear I’ll cram this down your throat, (shows gas hose.) Lucci:—Have aught among you got a match, my “butts’ is out. High Mogul:—Oh, fudge, this is no time to talk of smoke; come grab the rascal by the neck and lay him o’er yon chair. D'Mer:—That done, then I’ll begin, and work my graft with strong and hearty will as well as arm. Sir Boisterous:—I do defy you all. Spank, if you will. But what care I? Think ye 1 am but a child? Come, I'm made of sterner stuff than ye. Ye cowards three, aye three. And does it take three mighty men to ply the strap on one- poor hoy? Shan’t 1 call upon some passer by to aid you? Mayhap the janitor will hold my feet while three of you sit on my head. But then, shall’t spank? Oh, come ye coward- ly weaklings, get more help, lest one small hoy does best the three of ye. What? Say, in recognition of your inabil- ity, I will assist you—see? I lay myself across this chair and swear I’ll so remain ’til ye are thru—the three of ye. (Lays himself across chair.) High Mogul:—I’ll take you up my little man and spank. Here, Lucci, fall to. (For five minutes great commotion ami uproar, during which each takes a turn at soaking the victim with a gas hose.) Sir Boisterous:—(Weakly) What, are you thru? I said ye might spank, but next time ye lack exercise, why—cut the lawn at home or make the beds. . D’Mer:—Now let this upon your mind impress the fact that there is yet a law within this school, and we en- force it. If you but ope’ your head for one small yap again the dose will be double. Lucci:—(muses) We’ve worn to rags a good gas hose upon a worthless boy—who’s got a match?—and will it benefit the wretch? Hum, well, who knows? I wonder.