Mynderse Academy - Myndersian Yearbook (Seneca Falls, NY)

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20 V lie had servants by the score, Yes, a number under sway ; John D. and a whole lot more, Whom he hired in a business way. VI At night he went to the opera To see Maude Adams, so fine. And on Sunday, to the Cathedral To hear the great divine. VII His wife was very beautiful, Yes a very beautiful maid, The belle of the whole four hundred, Or, at least, that’s what they said. VIII But the Freshman got no further, In his dream of happiness, For the teacher whacked him on the head, And his dream came just to this : o—o—o—o—o—o !

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Commencement 1909—-Programme. Sunday night—Assembly Hall—Baccalaureate Sermon by Rev. J. C. Luke, Pastor of the Congregational Church. Monday night—Assembly Hall.................Alumni Banquet Tuesday night—Assembly Hall..................Prize Speaking Contest Wednesday night—Assembly Hall.....................Class Day Exercises Thursday night—Assembly Hall.........Commencement Exercises Friday night—Masonic Temple................Senior Reception Saturday, Excursion............................Cayuga Lake The Freshman’s Dream. I The Freshman satin the school room, Quite silent and quite green, And these thoughts stole into his small heart. And he dream't a pleasant dream. II He had all his subjects gotten thru’, Yes, an honor in each one ; And mighty little he did not know Of the earth, of the stars, of the sun. hi He was now a great electrician At the head of a large, large shop ; And he rode to work each morning, In his auto with plush-covered top. IV Ilis home o’erlooked the city, And his friends were millionaires, And he alway spent his spare time At eating candied pears.

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Nonsense (No Sense.) Freddie was an inventor, with an Edison brow, a mechanic with a Wilbur Wright aeroplane curl in front, and besides all that mama’s boy. And so it was when Uncle Will struck a stone with his bicycle and managed, by good luck, to double it all up and break the frame in two pieces, that it fell at once into Freddie’s hands. Mama didn’t know just how it would end, but papa fully expected to see Freddie come sailing out of his work-shop some day in a big six-cylinder, double-geared touring car, rigged fore and aft with double-jointed sparking plugs along the handle bars. But with Frederick Zeppylin Wilbur Wright Edison Smith it was different. Added to the Edison canned music forehead and the seventeen hour endurance lest curl he was gifted with a practical turn of mind. He might easily have made a rival Lusitania run by a triple turbine, muffled exhaust side wheel which would have smashed all previous sea skimming records or done Uncle Sam good service with a double acfion, hammerless, take down Panama canal excavator with chisel chinned detachable carborundum carburetor. But Freddie wanted a bicycle and wanted one bad. Freddie carefully examined the wrecked wheel and found that he could easily fix it. First the child wonder in the big tent cut right and left threads on the disjointed members and then drew them up tight with a couple of unions and behold, with a touch here and a kink taken out there, the wheel was like a factory-to-home Simon-pure product, strong, wholesome, and good to look upon. Mounting the wheel young Surefoot touched a button at his left and with the help of his invisible, self-oiling, patent-applied-for, spring hinge, the doors swung open and McCormick No. 2 trium-phantl}’ peddled down the driveway. Was it fate that tempted Freddie, our Freddie, the beloved Freddie, mama’s Freddie to attempt the descent of the long hill? The hill was steep and soon the benefactor of the human race found that his wheel needed no urging and as the pace steadily increased, he longed for time to stop and throw together a little hand}-sized, vest pocket speedometer, but he couldn’t stop just now, to all appearances he was busy, very occupied in fact. And then shall we lay this to fate also, the threads decided to