Lincoln High School - Flambeau Yearbook (Manitowoc, WI)

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School Days. We came one morning in the fall, From haunts both far and nigh, To answer to the first roll-eall In dear old Manitowoe High. Just how we felt need not be told, Let it suffice to say We often shivered as with cold, On that important day. We briskly climbed the flights of stairs To reach our destination, And there we saw upon some chairs An awesome congregation. We registered and got our books, And proceeded to our classes, A mixture true of frightened looks, And troubled youths and lasses. Thus quickly passed that eventful year, Full of pranks and childish joys; And daily grew that school more dear To the mob of girls and boys . So three more happy years have passed, And the time is drawing near When we again, with hearts downeast, Must seek another sphere. We’ve studied grammar, history, And physies with its store Of law so full of mystery, That it makes us long for more. We’ve occasionally the truant played, Or disobeyed a rule; But we’ve also labored, undismayed, To attain success in school. Before we go to play our parts, Wherever fate shall call, We wish to say, with grateful hearts, We’re glad we’ve had it all. Sometimes we’ve failed in days gone past, Our duty to perform ; Rut the wish will linger to the last To triumph and reform. We'll ne’er forget our M. H. S., No matter where we roam; A memory, it will be, to bless, As we journey on toward Home. = 99. H. G. 13.

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THECANDHOok It was a hot and sultry day in June when a smartly dressed traveling man, with hat tilted on the back of his head, sauntered into the lobby of The Cliff House, San Francisco, dropped his grips before the register and exploded a mild ‘‘Whew! It’s a hot one.”’? The clerk smiled and sheck hands heartily for the travel- ler, none other than Oscar Engelbrecht, was no unfamiliar per- sonage in this, is favorite hotel. His eyes wandered to the regis- ter and pencil in hand, he was about to write his name down when his eye caugh? the line at the top of the page: ‘‘Harvey Vollen- dorf—Manitowoe, Wisconsin, Room 69,” in big sprawley hand- writing. ‘“‘It’s Harv, Bud, an old friend of mine,’’ and he dropped the pencil and ran for the stairs, which he took four at a time, to the first landing. He grasped the knob of door 69 and burst into the room to behold Harvey shaving. His sudden appearance caused a slip of the razor and a cut on the chin was the result. He turned towards the intruder with a very unpleasant look in- deed but on seeing who it was soon had him in a hearty embrace. The soap on the face was forgotten and for a moment neither could speak. They finally found their voices and then both talked at once. They laughed and chatted on like school children, Engie’s one desire being, to get the addresses of the other boys and girls, as he was wont to put it, and he was modestly informed by Harvey that ‘‘Vollo,’”? a renowned mystic was in town and might enlight- en him. Oscar seemed pleased upon hearing this bit of good news and begged Harvey to go with him to consult this mystic. The latter pleaded a headache and was finally excused. Engie however promised to call on his return and tell his experience. He left the room with a buoyant heart and after a hasty supper, left the hotel and set out in search of the fortune teller, In the heart of the city, and on the main street he came upon the sign that read in part, ‘“‘Your fortune told— past, present and —24—