Milton Union High School - Blackhawk Yearbook (Milton, WI)

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-S THE GOLDEN ARROW 31 OUR ANNUAL NOVELETTE Hull-a-Balloo About Nothing By the author of Around the Truth in 30 VVays, The Washout on the Line, The Buggie Top, or Fleas in His Hairf' 'KOver the Top, or Skim- ming the Milk, Cooked in the Ladel of the Soupf' The Adventures of Sheer- luck Bones, 'KThe Engagement Ring, or A proposal by Telephone, and one other. At 8:17 A, M., Mr. Noah Lot meditatively scratched a match on Mrs. L0t's brand new, second-hand, imitation mahogany settee and applied the combusted twig to a 3-for-a-nickel stogie, after which he carefully flipped the lighted match into the waste paper basket. At 8:19 A. M., as he strode modestly out his front door, he stumbled over a reclining form on the door-sill. and falling down nine of his own steps, he slightly sprained his wrist-watch. Noah Lot angrily picked himself up, his face white and his neck red. If I wasn't a son of a city alderman I'd call you a fool, you fool! he yelled at the reclining form. 1 The reclining form called all hands on deck and heaved a sigh that must have started in the innermost recesses of his diaphram and-woke up! You're talking to a stranger, he made haste to reply. 'Tm Sheerluck Bones, the great detective. The great detective paused to notice the effect of his words. There were none. So he continued: You are accused by the Rev. Nosmo King and the Federal Government of hoarding a supply of sugar. XVhile staying at your house the Rev. Nosmo observed you putting a lump in your coffee every morning. This is a serious offense. If found guilty you will doubtless be put to death by elocution. I have orders to search your house. i So the great detective searched the house, bringing to light Mr. Lot's Christmas cigars, 4l collar buttons, 53 common pins, Mrs. Lot's cut glass dia- mond, two movie tickets, and a couple of pennies in change. But no sugar.

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30 THE GOLDEN ARROW TEN COMMANDMENTS OF MILTON HIGH SCHOOL l. Thou shalt not talk. QNVhisperj 2. Thou shalt not laugh. tfiiggley 3. Thou shalt not prompt thy neighbor in History. QTell himj 4. Thou shalt not pass notes. QThrow themj 5. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's Ang nor his BQ nor his Cg fHe'll give you his D for the askingj Thou shalt not put things down thy neighhor's back, nor pull his hair, nor his English paper 6' in any way molest him. tKill him! Don't let the poor thing sufferj 7. Thou shalt not copy. fUse the same papeitj 8. Thou shalt not horrow thy neighbor's Latin paper, nor nor anything that is thy neighbor's Uust take it.j 9. Thou shalt not skip school. Uust leave.j 10. Thou shalt not throw chalk. Qlirasers do just as well.j SCHOOL LIFE Our town it is streetless, Our school it is heatless, It's growing colder each clay. Our teachers are sweetless, Our dinners are meatless, XVe're getting more lifeless they say. Our German is senseless, Our History is denseless, lVe won't get it learned right away. But our hooks they are leafless, Andiour team is defeatless, If they don't forget how to play. V L. V. '18

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32 THE GOLDEN ARROW .Xfter sliding' down the laundry ehute, elinilaing examining' the dunilm waiter. Sheerluck llones gave up Hut where did you get the sugar that you put in as he prepared to meander. Noah Lot grinned mysteriously. XYhy, you see the hall tree, and cross- your coffee? he inquired, we didn't have any sugar. he answered pathetically. .'Xml every time I thought of it a lump came in my throat. 'l'wo and one-half seconds later Mrs. Lot frantically dashed her dish water into the faee of the unconscious detective. 1.. Y. '18 THE LOOKING GLASS IN THE BACK HALL livery morning' and every noon I have a stream of callers, most of whom go away looking quite ditterent from the way they did at their arrival. All of thc girls want a look at me and all crowd and push till they get it. Several of the small ones get only a glance. having' to stand on the hench to get that. The main application is a little powder, a little paint and that of the hair. .Xt 8:40 and 1:15, they grad one or two hasty glances from a tardy Stl'2lQ'g'lt'1'. THE YELLOW PERIL l'was intermission period XYhen l'rof. hefore us stood. XYe knew that what he had to say Was to he for our good. Ile held his hand before us all, .Xnd in it we could see .X very little yellow card, The peril that was to he. and much pulling this way ually disappear, with only . . , L.5.1S