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

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»4 LA FORTH HIGH SCHOOL REVIEW. was the High Mogul e’er spanked like this when he was young? But then that’s treason, that I must not think. High Mogul:—Myself, alone, will I repeat the job for now am 1 convinced that you deserved it all. But busi- ness calls, come, prince, let’s go. Now about those wily Seniors—have they a right to live or no? (exit D’Mer and High Mogul.) Lucci:—Poor kid. 1 kind o’ sympathize with you— myself once when a boy was 1—but come, we’ll go. I’ll not disclose that which 1 almost said. Take my advice, my lit- tle lad. and act not quite so fresh until ye hold the upper hand. Remember this, as I tell you now, justice in a school is oft’ that which those in command, influenced by their own desires, are powerful enough to do. That’s a tip both good and straight from me—what, dear boy, you really have a match? I’d almost love you for that alone. Come. I'll tell you more as we proceed, (exit) Act III. Scene:—Home of Sir Boisterous. Enter Sir Boisterous, musing. Sir Boisterous:—This vain and worn out place, for- sooth. it suits me not. ’Tis but an empty shell—a husk held out in place of corn—how one will answer back in biting words when collared for misdeeds. One plans to bring an ocean of chagrin upon the teachers head. But, ah. in vain. For ’scaping Otwell: there is Luce to call me down, and then Deamer, then you have yet to deal with Mac. and so it goes down the line ’til soon one comes to grief—is captured and most completely tanned.—No more against the rules of school will I trespass—that is, if there’s danger of being caught. Besides, methinks I’ll not have energy to walk for some time, or having the energy. I’ve not the courage to brave the pain. (Curtain.) —J. R. Hulvcrson. ’07. “Chick Martin would make a good egg dodger. Stu- dents in the Assembly Room succeeded in hitting him but once out of twenty-seven trials. ()f course they only threw books.

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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.

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LAPORTE HIGH SCHOOL REVIEW. cValedictory. Farewell, farewell, dear High school. Thou hast served thy purpose true. Thou hast made thyself immortal. And proved thyself “true blue.” Thou hast charged our minds with knowledge, And we must grateful he, For thy very many blessings; Yet all without a fee. Our hearts are growing heavy As we leave thee once for all. O, were it that we all could meet Again with thee next fall. Tho years may dim our memory. Clearly we’ll hear the H. S. yell. Dear school we leave thee now fore’er, Farewell, dear school, farewell. —C. E. F., '07.