Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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.gri ll We -av.: .affrm-f .v-. -i ' ' um- 5. I ,.-. , ry i s p M ,iss X X -. . . Editor R. H. S. Annual: Hon. Miss Madam: I am expiring 2 tel you of my Ist experiences in your Hon. School. It happen this-a-way: my cousin Mogi say to me, Hoge, why for not you try to get a neducation? Japanese school boy should to make hari-kari rather to not have neducationf' Where you get them neducation?,' I inquire to know. In institution who is known as Hon. H. S., Mogi eonfabulate. Very wel, Cousin Mogif' I suib, I will deceive your kind advisings and get them to once. So I go to see Hon. Supt. which I see, when I look through kee-whole, is not plesant in his absence. I see young lady making much chew-chew with jaw and playing bing-bing on typewrite. Then I open the door, look in and request is Hon. Supt. in. This I know is diplomatic pro- ceeding to make. No, she snaggered, he is not hear becauz he has went away. I know them is good excuse and utter, Them is exellent reason for not being hear. What you want? she explode. I want to be member of noble institu- tion know as Hon. H. S, I reparted. I learn them exclamation from Mogi. Oh! she make admiration, you is much 2 intelligent for to be with people in H. S. You should go to asylum known as R. C. Where is that location? I argue. Between here Sa Corliss, she deploy. That place is to far from hence, I say so, I will take chance on H. Sf' Which is new modern slang. Then you better see the Principal, she report. So I go see Prin. of H. S. I walk to H. S. in street-car, go up steps, and then ad- journ into big glass showcase at top of stairs, where I see Hon. Brooks. Merry Xmas, he congratulate. Happy Fourth of July, I aggrovate. VVhom can I do for you? he ask to learn. Neducation,,' I expose. 'tWhat size will I need? Life-size,'l he haw-haw. I will take him with me, I advise. He look at nie, and then explain that I have to stay there to work for neduca- tion. He inquire to know what studies I wish to learn. I do not know what studies is necessary for neducation. so I say for him to decide. He say is give much dis- pleasure and he will do-so. It is deranged thusly: first Clstl I take english which is reading books 85 learning ponetry, sec- ond C2ndj is economics which is very painful disease, third C3rdD I study latin, so I can talk conservation with people which is dead to C25 thousand years, fourth Q4thD I learn domestic sience, who is much like masonry trade. Mr. Brooks say them is siflieient to start with. Then he also show me around school. I I ask .why for is big hole in second C2ndJ tloor. He tell me that is Where Aubrey Harnett fell thru and it was necessary to put the fence around. Even then he say some Freshmen crawl them fence and fall down. I lern them Freshmen is very despised animal of green colorage. After school on first CID day, I go to look at practis of feets-ball teme. Them is nice game only not so gentle as jiu-jitsn where men is only killed. In feets-ball game they is pullverized. I see it is nice game to lern and go ask to play once. Allite,y' say captain, 85 he Wink a wink. HWhich must I did? I ask to know. Stop the man with the ball, he re- prove. Then a man begin to count and grab the ball before he finished. I think this nor fair. Then he come rite at me. I think this is not fair. I grab him by hand and do jiu-jitsu twist. I fall down 8a ever- body step on me, when I come to meself and wake up I am in horspital. The cap- tain eome to see me and I say: t'Why for am I here? Oh, he fabricate, you broke your leg Sa some one caved in your slats. Which is worst slang I ever heard slung.

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