Muskegon High School - Said and Done Yearbook (Muskegon, MI)

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- qf.- C0118 ' bufnaf. ' f.N,.cra.- The Gauss of all the Trouble. 2841673 FROM IN ACTUAL io L lb0W the J5I'OWI1i65 Stole the Glappef. The sun had long set in the west, Muslcegfmn's city was at rest WVhen 'round its High School there came forth From east and West and south and north, A band of brownies gay and bright, YVhose deeds are always done at nightg Said one. I've heard that some poor lads Have caught the dickens from their dads, For using up their parents' cash In paying for a skylight smashed. They tried to get at a late hour From the bell that hangs in this school tower The clapper, but failed in their attempt, And so to get it we are sent. Agreeing to this the brownie band Begin their Work at his command. Some opened doors with greatest ease For Brownies do not need the keys. Some scaled the Walls, some took the stairs, And many Were the bumps and tears: And many a brownie had a fall, But brownies are so very small They are not ever hurt at all. And in the belfry some they stood, Each one doing as he should To loosen the clapper from the bell: And brownies Work so very Well That soon they had their Well-earned prize, And 'though heavy and of large size, They bore it down those prison stairs And left this school of pains and cares, And as the sun rose o'er the hills The brownies chuckling' to themselves Took the Clapper, and hid from sight To form their plans for another night. HUGH CHRISTIE. - 37.-

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Ebe jfirst Eoucbbown. AA1vv BY CARI. VAUGIIAN. E QT was Wednesday. evening before Thanksgiving. The night v was crisp and bright and the moon cast long shadows on the still campus. The next day was to be the great day in the football season, and Frank Gordon, the quarterback of the Uni- versity team, pondered as he walked slowly across the quad- rangle for his regular mid-week call. One would suppose that his thoughts would have been of nothing but football tactics at that time. They were there, but they were crowded into the background by the vision of a fair face and that vision became fairer as he reached a little house on a side street and touched the bell. He noticed when Margaret received him at the door that she looked troubled. He wondered why, for she was usu- ally as bright as the sunshine itself. What is the matter, Miss Margaret? was his first question, You do not look well. - It is the thoughts of tomorrow's game. Oh Frank, I wish you wouldn't play. I'm sure you will be hurtg just think! If you should have your leg broken or a rib, how awful that would be. Why, Miss Margaret, I couldn't think of not playing now. Here it is Wednesday and the men have all been selected. and they have no one whom' they can substitute for a quarterback. I don't care, she said, I think you might get out of it. But I don't want to, I want to play. Oh well, if you will play. I suppose you must, Margaret said, and gave her head a little toss. You may imagine the feeling and chill that prevaded the conversation after that. The evening wore away, and when it came time to go, instead of being asked to call again as usual. he received only acold Good Night! Thursday morning came, and with it a note in a little pink envelope. It read as follows: MR. FRANK: I think it is just too bad of you to play today. I shall not go to the game, and furthermore I shall be angry with you. - MISS MARGARET. Naturally such a note would make any young man feel blue. But what could he do. There was no substitute to take his place and the Western championship was to be contested. It seemed hard to have to play against her wishes, but how could he refuse? He would play. H: would play hard, with all his mind and strength. If he was hurt he would not care. Afternoon came. Thousands of people were on the grounds, Never before had there been such a crowd to witness a Thanks- giving game. The grandstand and bleachers were crowded. Tally Ho's were filled with enthusiastic young people-some of ' -89-