Lacon High School - Tickler Yearbook (Lacon, IL)

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AC ONHIGH S cuooz. A'Tonight my most sweet mama and I went to the concert and watched the lligh School Orchestra clo a number of things. Tl1e way tl1e dainty lingers of Donalcl tl1e .Iazz-Banger left the pia11o kcylets was very moving. Everyone was l'l'l0VCtl+CVCll tl1e piano benchlet moved. ,VX cl1arn1ing little vaselet was so inspired it left the pia11o and crashecl clown. Poor thing! How it 111ust have suiiferecl. A few of its piecelets struck mama. It proved very touching. NVQ also had to move. How sorry We were. Donald az loolcecl so clear. Miss Toyne. severely: XYhat will your father say to your low average ? llca4lf XYl1c11 he sees 1.111 clown to zero he'll warm me up, l guess. llriyer lto Miss XYQ-scottlf Sl1all l pun1p up the tires? Mary- No, blames. tl1ey say tl1e air around here is very impure. Mr. llutchison lyainly CllClC1lX'lJl'lllg to make Physics easyj- Now, Betty, you namc soincthing that will 11ot freeze. Ilctty-- Yes, sir. Hot water. One, Two, Three, Four, Five. We caught a hare aliveg Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, XVe let it go again. 1911

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A FEW MORE Nichols- XYill you always remember it if I tell you. XYillie. Answer yes or no. XVillie- Yah Nichols fgetting subscriptions for the Ticklerj.. All those who wish to be tickled, please sign. A bright remark will now and then Issue from the lips of our great men. Miss Toyne tto Minard, in an exasperated tonej- VVell, Minard. can YOU tell me what the Tenure of Office Act was F Minard limmediatelyD- Yes'm. They was to hold office for ten years. I'lay and the school plays with you, XN'ork and you work alone. 'Why are some l reslnnen's heads like a typewriter? Because they are un- derwood. Minie tto Miss Toynefj- I want to report on 'Midnight SLIIIIITICIJS Dream. Miss Toyne- Now, Minard, where did you get that gum? I Want the truth. Minarcl- You don't want the truth and I'd rather not tell a lie. How dare you say I don't want the truth? Tell me at once where you got that gum. Minie- Under your desk. Ravings of a Lover Stop! Harken to me. Nectar of the gods! Usurper of the Flowers' glory! The mere thought of entering thy glorious presence for one mere instant causes my innermost soul to buzz and whirl like the humming bird or the tawny bee among the Howers. On to the heavens-out of the depths! My soul cries to you in anguish as my heart is wrung like the clothes through the wringer. My heart seethes and foams like the ocean billows or the soapsuds in the hack yard. fTick1es ro11t1'1z-ned tl1rrmgl10ut the Ad Sectionj