Mynderse Academy - Myndersian Yearbook (Seneca Falls, NY)

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22 strip. After Freddie got out of the hospital he found that he really was cut out tor janitor-work and so the people of this poor unfortunate old world are still working with primitive methods while mama’s boy’s workshop displays a “To Rent” sign and our McCormick reaper and self adjustable binder No. 2 is daily dusting Brook’s and Snook’s office furniture. VV. S. W., ’12.

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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

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The Story of a Triplet. The Stone girls were, by all odds, the most interesting pupils in Sommerville High School, and the interest was due to the fact that the girls were triplets. In naming the children Mrs. Stone felt it to be her duty to give them the same name with variations. Consequently, one triplet became Adelaide Rogers Stone, another Adeline Rogers Stone and the third, unfortunate, became Adalette Rogers Stone. PRIZE SPEAKERS FOR '09. Top Row—Glen Higgins, A mi yew Young, Ward Davis, Karl Thompson. Bottom Row—Prances Usher, Ruth Allman, Julia O'Brien, Anna Casey. The mother was proud of the name of Adalette, but the bearer hated it from the bottom of her rebellious soul. As also she hated the idea of being a third of a gill, and was frankly disgusted with the triangular state of affairs. The girls were to graduate in June, and it occurred to Miss Warren, who was arranging the program for Commencement Exercises, that a trio called “The Three Lovely Maidens” by the triplets would be very pleasing. The idea was very distasteful to poor Adalette, but the other two girls were delighted.