Marquette High School - Tatler Yearbook (Marquette, MI)

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LITERARY straight shot. Encored again but forced to retire-odds against him. Additional encore suppressed by police force, a11d use of Hemi pipes. Screen on stage reads Good Night. Curtain. Exeunt-fe Parquet and balcony victorious. Exit Also- Gallery with long faces. Dem. Helen. Helen. Dem. Helen. Dem. Helen. Dem. Helena Note-Due to unpopularity of first speaker,- the first two scenes were considerably shortened. George Wickstrom, '20. AFTER ACT 1-SCENE 1. Scene. 21st hour. A room in the house of Demetrius. Enter Helena and Demetrius. I love thee not, why come you to my house? I am not here because of love, though I Do dote upon thy sweet and loving face. Upon the evil deeds of men, do you Come here to see me at this time o' day If it hath nought to do with love relate Thy niessageg and then hie thee from this place. I pray thee love, be not so rude, and you Had treated me more civilly, I would Have told of my message 'ere now. Then out with it you ling'ering pest. Speak forth Thy message and then fly from out this house. For I do not desire to be seen In company with such a maid as thou. But give me time to let my speech come forth. Thou art like the d1'unkard who doth wish To get the wine from out the jug. But turns The jug so that he getteth none at all. I would you were like the jug. That all The wine would come at once or none at all. But come, proceed, in short, grow to a point. I will, and thou will listen patiently. Lysander and his love Hermia have planned To fly this place. And to a certain wood They go. VVhere laws are such that they may I would I had the dog with me right now, l'd kill the beast and then I'd tan his hide. I'll follow them and get the maid, though I Do kill youth in the attempt. tExitJ And I will follow 'thee. tExitJ wed. Louis Lemieux, '2l.

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LITERARY SHAKESERIOUS DRAMAS. Speech on Penmanship and Other Favorite Customs. High School Opinion Expressed in Gallery. Act 1-Scene 1. Enter speaker on penmlanship- Gallery- Speaker- Gallery- Speaker- Exeunt- Enter also Exeunt- Speaker- Arm movement penmanship was first practiced by a man who lived in- Put him in irons!-pinch him. I wish to say that we will have no- more remarks from gallery. I will now demonstrate the correct way of wind up the arm before commencing to write, which only will take five minutes. to do. Threats and obscene language. Complete satisfaction and applause from balcony and parquet, filled with school board and other good writers. We must have no more remarks from the gallery, will some gentleman go up and stop the noise? Exeunt, gallery silencer. Scene 2. Profane mutterings and fighting in gallery,-quick ac- tion all through scene. Censored. Gallery silencer with black eye. Case eggs through gallery back door. Exit eggs from gallery, enter stage accompanied by onions. Speaker, eggs following. Scene 3. Enter second speaker on stage. Speech on no school on Saturday or exams. Thunderous applause from gallery, hubbub and dissatis- faction disturbs tranquil silence of parquet. School on Saturday tends to demoralized the necessary activity of the students, by too much work. Deafening applause and assent from gallery and cries of bravo. Enter Parquet-two cases eggs, selected grade. Exit- Gallery- Exit and enter stage with terrific velocity, fire hose also turned 011 stage. Speaker without bowing. Compliments and hand shakes, scene of action in par- quet for time. Encore speaker incessantly. Re-enter Speaker-Accompanied by canvas umbrella to ward off egg at- tacks. Speaker encored three times by gallery. Re-enters, bows,-exits with egg logged in 'back of neck by parquet

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LITERARY An account of Friday, March 21, 1919 The First Day Of The B. B. Tournamefat. On my arrival home from school at noon, I was much pleased to find that my younger brother had brought my big brother's dinner down to him and I would not have to go with it. Ifn this good humor I sat down to that pleasant task of refilling my unusually small food containing capacity. It had been a lo'ng time since my slim and hur- ried lzreakfast, so dinner took a little more time than usual. Wlieii I was again filled I asked permission to go out in the woods for the noon. fNo school on account of the tournament.J I was then told that after I had done my share of the home duties I could go. During this time my younger brother had returned home and in a few minutes was begging me to lend him fifty cents to go to the games with. Now, I had only eighty small cejats between me and starvation but I kindly informed him that after he had done my work I would lend him the required bits providing he would pay me back five cents more. I had now exactly thirty cents left but this was enough to suit my purpose. Takiag my gun I hurried to the nearest hardware store and made a purchase of a box of rifle bullets. Then I made .my 'hike for the near- est pine trees. As I short cutted across the pine plains I began to take in the scenery, In my previous hurry I had not stopped to no- tice what kind of a day it was. The kind spring sun was doing its best to warm the earth, while the defiant, dirty bit of snow that remained did its best to chill it. The sky and the lake were both dark blue a'nd the white capped waves dashed merrily against the rocks for there was a slight breeze from the southg this truly seemed a perfect day. There were no little lll81'1'y birds to pipe their gratitude for the weather but as I paused to load my gun, I heard and saw a large black crow perched on a greasy looking pine tree. On spying me he let out a long raspy caaaaaaw and flapped his long bony wings, This was the poor brutes fune1'al hymn, for steadiyng my trusty rifle, I fired and upon opening my eyes beheld the old thing lying apparently lifeless on the hard cold ground. I hurried to the spot and as I dealt the iinish- ing blow, I thought of how this old c1'ow, would never again rob poor little birds nests, would steal no more grain from poverty stricken farm- ers, and wake no more the drowsy hobo from his morning nap. Care- lessly flinging the bird aside I tried to continue my walk in the same old care free manner before, but bow some dark clouds covered the sun, the cold North wind howled its dreary song, and the once beautiful Lake Superior became dark, grey, and ferocious. Buttoning up my coat I turned my feet homeward but I could not chase away my thoughts of that crow. The way I had killed and criticized the poor thing made me think of how some day my end would come. How some day some superior being would pick out this poor ragged old beggar that howled in the streets, and as he dealt the dying blow would say, There! Villian! Never again sfhalt thou boot poor young kids around, never again shalt thou steal poor father's apples, and never again shalt thou keep thy neighbors awake with the tooting of thine old cornet horn. Now one more rule is added to my mental superstition calendar.