Mynderse Academy - Myndersian Yearbook (Seneca Falls, NY)

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Poor Mynderse. I'm going to begin by just saying, “Mynderse, you ought to be pitied.” “First, there’s that Senior class, and if we give them their due there won’t need to be a second reason. They’re the most conceited bunch. I remember coming to school one day, and when I reached the depot I heard the most hollow sound ever, and I kept on hearing it till I traced it to the big room, and there sat that dear Paul Crosby tapping his forehead with his forefinger. Just think of it. Another lime 1 ran across Utley on the campus. He was deep in thought, or maybe he was as far gone as meditation; but I’m not sure about that. Anyway, he claimed that anyone to be cool on summer nights should sleep with more covers on. He said that one night the heat of his body was 729 degrees Fahrenheit while the air was in the region of 999 degrees above zero in the shade. By covering up well he was able, he said, to keep 270 degrees cooler than the air. Haines came near having them all stopped though. I saw him on “the morning after” with cracked ice on his head. In a little while he put his hand up to readjust it; but the ice had all melted. “Gosh,” he said, “that stuff isn’t what it was cracked up to be.” Then, there’s Zelubner. He’s the fellow that won the Clyde— Mynderse foot ball game and succeeded in tying the Phelps-Myn-derse base ball game score—or that is, succeeded in letting Phelps tie knots all around us to the tune of 22 to 2 in their favor. I know he didn't play, but just the same, he didn’t stop them. McBaineo can go this year without a tear. We would have hated to see him go only he got brilliant once and did fairly well with an essay on the Lagerfalls-Senecaloo basket ball game. In fact, all the credit belongs to Homer for breaking Jeany’s heart. Speaking of hearts, that reminds me. Hurley was passing the cigars around with his usual generosity or, rather say, unusual generosity, when one of those tine-looking, high-stepping Waterloo girls went by, “Gee, fellows, there’s a girl after my own heart,” he said. Then he put on that blue hat, the one with the audible band, and added as he went out the door, “Or, rather, I’m after her own heart.” He came back pretty soon and said sadly enough, “I picked a

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M One night, just a few weeks before graduation Adalette was seized with an inspiration. She crept stealthily out of bed, found her pocketbook and counted the contents. She then made her way to the spare room across the hall, which was furnished in pink. She turned down the white counterpane that covered the bed, disclosing a pink and white striped quilt of exceedingly dainty pattern. Satisfied with her visit, she crept back to bed, and for many days after she visited the spare room during her free time, so that her sisters remarked that she must be studying very hard. Commencement night arrived. Three white dresses made just alike were laid upon the bed, and the girls were flying about in an excited manner. “It’s pretty warm inhere; if you don’t mind I'll take possession of the spare room, and as I have an errand to do I may start before you girls,” said Adelette. There were thirty-two graduates, of whom all but six were girls. Mrs. Stone, in the audience, tried to distinguish her white-robed triplets, but only two auburn heads could be seen. Adalette’s essay was the fourth number on the program, and as her name was called Mrs. Stone looked expectantly at her two visible daughters, wondering where the third one could be. Neither of the two girls stirred, but a strange girl at the end of the row stepped forth. She was dressed in a crown of pink and white and her hair and eyebrows were black as midnight. Mrs. Stone was startled, and she exclaimed half aloud, “What has become of Adalette?” But, hark! that was Adalette’s voice and surely her essay. “As I live, that’s Adalette in my spare room bedquilt, and she has colored her hair,” whispered Mrs. Stone, who was too amazed to be angry. Soon came the trio, and as the three girls arose to sing, for once the teachers and principals knew which of the triplets was Adalette. J. B., ’ii.

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26 lemon in the garden ot love where they say naught but peaches grow. MacDonald would be a good sort of a chap if he would only let Sherman alone; but he won’t. He’s a Senior, too, you see. And Harry Allman, better known as “ Hallelujah Jones,” tried to tell the other day that the only reason that the boys of Mynderse are so narrow-minded is because they sleep on their sides and not on their backs. He says it gives the mind a tendency to elongate and no chance to broaden. Now, I’m a boy. Boys will be boys, but they don’t have to be like those Senior hoys, and since I don’t want to he like them, I’m going to let the Senior girls off this time : but it anybody thinks one reason isn't enough for Mynderse being pitied, I’ll spring those girls for the second. W. S. W., 12.