Northwestern Military Academy - Yearbook (Highland Park, IL)

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Q0 THE TARGET I Between Prof. Bittinger-H What raw materi- als do we send to England? Sisson- Cotton, and they make it into linen and send it back. Gardner, R.- I intend in the next few years to live in a warm climate. I Stites- Are you going to die? Cooley Qlooking at a hatchetj- I'm a good deal like George Washington. Major-' ' Who was Moses? ' ' Watson-' ' Pharaoh 's sister. ' ' Dowell Cspeaking of Hartford Cityj- Why, we are trying to get civilized. Cooley- I hope we'll be able to. JK Reimer Cwatching Cooley put up elec- trio bulbsj-HGee! He's doin' all the light work, ain't he? Bi-Of. Abbey Cin Pol. Econ.D- Wo- men have no value in this country. Mark- Not even face value Profes- 7 sor. Hammond-- I saw a squaw woman once. Zipprioh- 'There are sixty miles be- tween your heels when at the position of a soldier. Anxious Friend- Did you whip him, Kleene? Kleene-' 'Well, I can whip him at re- cess, but not at night, because I am too tired. Raceg Cat Stock Showj- There goes two cattle. . Grilnerl-H William II. fell hair gheirj to 'the throne. ' ' C3115 - Continued Morton- My ,father had a piece of land of 800 acres 3 all divided up into one farm. Marble Clooking at picturej- Oh! there I am, but you can 't see me. Sarles, L+ Buster CLeej knows that Bible from Genesis to Exodus! ' Schultz- I knew Major was coming because I could smell his strong voice. Major- Who was the last one out of the door? Sisson- I don 't know, but I Was iirst one before the last. Capt. B'bl7 llhLl?7'Lf6 'Sunday is sup- posed to be a day of rest. Reimer-- I don't get any rest. 'p' Capt. B.- Well, you get a little change. Reimer-' 'Yesl when I do it goes into the contribution boX.' ' Cooley to Wallerstein-H Your arms are bow-legged. Gooding, G.- There has been a per- perpetual machine invented-- . Meyer- What is it? Gooding, G.--H The pianola in the par- lor. . Yale, C.- Ferry Hall is O. K., I used to go there. V Marble- How old is a girl when she becomes of age? 1 Hfambird- Get a bit with a wheel in the middle. ' Gooding, D.- You mean a spur. I bet you are wrong.

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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. !