Northwestern Military Academy - Yearbook (Highland Park, IL)

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THE TARGET P0 0g1e5-Continued . EXCELSIOR To her we drink, to her we pray, Our voices silent 'newer lfor her ue'll tight, let come what ma Fhere was a crovs d fit was only threej I'he girl, the parlor lamp and he F om Hgeoml' and from tug To the sloop and the brig Doctoi wanders with fond declamation, From forest andlpine the Htani' and the ' sine VVe hurry xx ith harsh exclamation SENIOR PREMONITION 93 KK . r f . ' y . v . Y , 7 l ya 4 ' The Stars and Stripes forever. To 4 - H EX. ,- , u Y v , 7 ' y , . 0 I , . As two is company, there is no doubt That 's why the parlor lamp went out. -Ex. The goat is always butting, He hasn't any knowledge, He has a most unpleasant blat, There are lots of him in college. As you struggle onward O'er the sea of fate, Take your cup of pleasure Before it is too late. For every joy there's sorrow, For every pleasure pain 5 Yet they 're always welcome As oft they come again. -G. K. G., '05, Concerning college football teams, Too oft it comes to pass, The man who 's half-back in the field Is well back in his class. -Ex. From the joys of the gym To the Doctor 's keen glim, Such is the life we lead, But from the Doctor 's keen glim To the joy of the gym, Such is the life we need. ' -G. K. G., '05. . - V ' s .. 5-V' .ff vp Anticipation Of summer vacation, R-eanimation, Exasperation. Real perspiration Some investigation, Hard preparation For examination. I Sad contemplation Of hard eration, Graduation- Jolliication. --P. C. M., '05, U From Indoor at Recess to Trigonome- try the- next period From the height of joy, to the depths of despair. Said the ink well to the pen, f I surely can 't see Why in the deuce You butt into me. ffwe11, ' said the pen, You're terribly cool, We never would meet If you never were full. -'05. ,,4:, ,s I A. Q, 3:52 I ,i ' 1,5 . n 551, 'Q 2 2 . ai I AKG V f -New ' 312

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Q2 THE TARGET With Apologies to Homer, Shakespeare and Longfellow Here 's to one and only one, And may that one be she That loves but one and only one, And may that one be me. -EX. In Greek and Dutch I don't know much, In.Trig a little less, I History lessons are too long, But football, I guess yes. English takes a lot of time, Geometry 's out of style, Chemistry is all a fake, But baseball, that 's worth while. I never could use physics, Economics aren't in my line, Latin 's out of the question, But track-work-why that 's ine. Although I believe in study, And training of the mind, A I'd sooner drop my studies, Than in athletics fall behind. -G. K. G., '05, If you wish to judge These poets you have read, Just think the very opposite To what they 've really said. -G. K. G., '05, TO MARION , p Telford Paullin, '07. Little maid of seven summers, What makes your eyes so blue? Morning smiles and twilight dreams, Where the bits of gold shine through. Little maid of many lovers, With hair a marigold bloom, The old gypsy in the sunset Spun it on her amber loom. Merry beggar, royal spender, Shares her pennies with her crew, Cheerful, tearful, brave and tender, Little maiden, I love you. Dear Son- ' L I am willing to give you all the cash you need, Because in business I am now in the lead. Now don 't get too forward, my son, you know, For you eat the bread and I make the dough. V , -P. C. M. A WAIL FROM LAKE FOREST. Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make us light-hearted once, just for to- night. Turn back the clock till it reads Tues- day noon, . Turn back our sad thoughts' from our misery and gloom, For instead of our making a widespread- ing sweep, They put us to sleep, boys, they put us to sleep. Backward, swing backward, O tide of years, H - Wipe from our faces these sad, briny tears, Jerk from despair a few fragments of hope, I-Ielp us tighten the brakes as we slide down the slope. We were easy, dead easy, for a teamyof their size, We must cut out the pies, boys, cut out E the pies. Reach out thy hand, O most merciful Fate, Snatch us from ruin before 'tis too late. Twist from our limbs these aches, pains and cramps, Take up the slack in the seat of our pants. g We never had dreamed it-O m what a scoop Bring on the soup, mister, bring on the soup. yr. !

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, 94 THE TARGET I Notes 1 Who are they and we wonder why so called? Hump, lst and 2nd, The Big 3, Perrit, Bowlegs, Buster Brown, Cotton Top, Abe, p Skinnie Itch, Berger, Smears, Jimmie, Cllie, Large J oe, Gloomy, Jump Spark Jim, Indoor, lst and 2nd, The Little 3, B. C., Mac., Wab., Tomm, Billy Goat, Ripples, Mully, The Cow, The Horse, Tubbie, D. D. LETTERS TO SANTA CLAUS. Dear Sarlta Claus- Please bring me an automatic lesson- getter. I have not enough time to sleep at present. Yours to have and to hold. Oh! I mean Yours sincerely, EUGENE MARBLE. Dear Santa- Bring me a letter from -UD Wau- sau, and I'll be happy. Your curly-headed friend, DONNIE GOODING. My Dear Santa- N Some red or green paper and white ink will suit me. Yours, O. N. YULE. Sarlta Claus- Say, had yeu jist ez soon bring me a little Hodag? Yours as ever, ' . RAYMOND HAMMOND. ' Dear Santa Claus- Please bring me a new razor for Xmas. Jack spoiled the edge of mine. Yours truly, VIRGIL TOMHAGEN. Dear Santa Claus- ' Please bring me an engine! which I can run by hot air. Yours truly, ' JOHNNIE PATTON. Dear Santa- I would like a rubber doll, and a set of toy soldiers. - Your friend, - FREDDIE DABLEY. Dear, Dear Santa Claus- Please bring me a bow-wow. PBOF. ABBEY. Dear Santa- Can you bring me some soap and a 'frun by itself face washer? GEOBGIE KITZINGER. AT THE GERMAN TABLE. Guten Abend, Herr Professor, wie belinden sie sich? Hello, Frau Myl- rea! Gee, I'm hungry, can't live on Dutch! Geben sie mir-Lee, wake up! Didn't you hear me ask for brot und butter und Heisch und kartof- feln und salz und milk und-und- Why, I haven't had anything to eat since noon. Speak German! Sehon gab professor, Ich vill Deutsche sprechen. Ich thur es gern. What's that? Sure, I had ein Brief heute. Haben sie one? Hard luck. Say, Sarles, pass up some wasser, wollen sie? Heute ich went down stadt. Well, it 's mostly German, anyway. Ich vill ein story sprechen. Der was ein kleine hodag, A K6